Chapter 477: Achieving Sagehood Through a Hundred Trials—The Moment of Truth!
Whoosh!
Golden light surged anew, overwhelming the crimson blood-red glow. Countless rays of light erupted like a forest of golden spears, their numbers beyond measure.
Seeing this, Emperor Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of composure returning to his face.
He couldn’t believe Xu Sanyan could possibly withstand the Profound Heaven Grand Formation.
Emperor Qian had already recognized him—the distinctive Heavenly Dao Mark behind Xu Sanyan was unmistakable.
He never imagined Xu Sanyan would dare infiltrate the Imperial Palace alone, let alone attempt to seize the Dragon Vein. Such audacity was truly boundless!
Today, both old grudges and new debts would be settled once and for all!
“Annihilate!”
Emperor Qian’s resonant voice boomed with imperial authority. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, golden light erupted like a torrential downpour, leaving no room for evasion.
To all observers, Xu Sanyan was already as good as dead.
The situation was indeed dire. He stood alone, deep within enemy territory, surrounded on all sides. Above him loomed the Great Formation, while below, thousands of Imperial Palace guards stood ready. How could he possibly withstand such overwhelming force?
Yet Xu Sanyan remained utterly fearless!
He had long known that seizing the Dragon Vein would be no easy task. Regardless, he was determined to risk everything.
Bring it on!
From his days as a mere bandit to this moment, he had never lacked the courage to gamble with his life.
Boom! Boom!
…
Golden light filled the sky, clashing with the crimson aura swirling around him. Deafening roars echoed as the two forces collided, then dissolved into each other like warring armies—one side attacking relentlessly, the other defending desperately.
Yet the golden light, backed by the Great Formation, received endless reinforcements, while the crimson aura, lacking such support, faltered. The scarlet glow retreated steadily, as if defeat were inevitable.
In this dire situation, Xu Sanyan, who had maintained a stoic expression until now, suddenly grinned, his face twisting into a savage grimace. He threw back his head and roared,
“Break!”
Boom!
As if his words carried the force of law, the Jade Seal Suppressing Fortune, which had been spinning violently, instantly transformed. Its golden radiance was completely replaced by crimson, and the barrier shattered with a thunderous explosion.
The unleashed energy surged outward, sweeping through the golden light like a storm. The golden beams shattered into fragments, vanishing in an instant.
Using the shockwave from the barrier’s destruction, Xu Sanyan deflected the remaining golden light.
Awooo!
The Golden Dragon, freed from its restraints, soared into the sky, spiraling upward along the crimson-gold pillar of light that pierced the heavens. It seemed poised to ascend beyond the nine celestial realms, completely breaking free from the shackles of National Destiny!
However, Xu Sanyan had been waiting within the pillar of light for some time. Crossing his hands, he conjured a crimson blood sphere a hundred times denser than the previous one, radiating an eerie aura that threw Emperor Qian’s heart into chaos. Ignoring all caution, the emperor roared,
“Stop him at once!”
With a swirl of his Dragon Robe, countless golden rays erupted from the sky like bamboo shoots after rain, even more dazzling than before. This revealed the full extent of Emperor Qian’s power.
The onlookers, unable to remain passive, unleashed their own methods in a desperate attempt to halt the Dragon Vein’s ascent.
“Hahahaha…”
Xu Sanyan’s eyes burned with fervent joy as he erupted into wild laughter. With a sudden thrust of his hands, the dense, crimson sphere hurtled toward the Golden Dragon Phantom.
In that instant,
Golden light flooded the heavens, crimson energy spilled forth, and dozens of figures soared into the air. At the center, the golden pillar pierced the sky as the Golden Dragon spiraled upward. A lone figure hovered between the pillar and the dragon, a crimson Jade Seal Suppressing Fortune spinning beneath his feet, radiating an unsettling, demonic aura.
Gold and crimson clashed as a blood orb hurtled straight into the Golden Dragon’s gaping maw. The image froze at this moment, yet it resembled the dragon spewing a pearl skyward against the wind.
Fang Qingge’s mouth hung slightly open, his mind blank.
Yang Qiyuan unconsciously pursed his lips and clenched his fists, the sense of unfamiliarity toward his own husband reaching its peak.
Tang Huanhuan struggled to articulate her thoughts. When they had been bandits together, they had been equals, but now…
Consort Xiang stared blankly into the air. She could never have imagined that the lowly eunuch who had toyed with her for a month possessed such power.
By this logic, she might have come out ahead. After all, few women in the world could claim to have ridden such a formidable figure, yet she had done so, and more than once.
Bang!
The image shattered, returning everything to normal. The blood orb instantly flew into the Golden Dragon’s mouth, its crimson glow blocking the combined attacks of the crowd.
Aow~
The Golden Dragon roared skyward, its cry laced with excruciating pain and agony, as if enduring some unbearable torment.
Mixed with the agonizing howls was Xu Sanyan’s maniacal laughter, his voice like a demonic echo that chilled the human heart to its core.
“Dragon!”
“It’s a dragon!”
Only now did the city’s residents see the rising Golden Dragon Phantom. A clamor erupted as they strained their eyes to make out every detail.
This was the legendary dragon itself—who wouldn’t want a closer look?
“Does that dragon… seem to be in pain?” someone ventured uncertainly.
“It’s that man… He seems to be slaying the dragon.”
“No, the dragon’s color…”
“…It’s changing!”
“Aooo~”
The Golden Dragon Phantom visibly transformed before their eyes. Its radiant golden glow gradually shifted to a pale crimson, and its cries grew even more anguished, piercing the hearts of all who heard them.
“Stop him! Now!”
Emperor Qian was on the verge of madness. This was the Dragon Vein, the very foundation of the kingdom! If Xu Sanyan seized it, the Qian Kingdom would be doomed!
No matter the cost, they had to stop him!
Emperor Qian abandoned all imperial dignity, ignoring his disheveled hair. With a wave of his hand, he conjured a longsword, its blade crafted from jade-like material, radiating a clear, luminous light.
His eyes hardened, his throat convulsed, and he spat out a mouthful of essence blood. His face instantly paled, a testament to the immense energy expended.
Pfft!
The blood swirled around the blade, and the clear sword erupted in a blinding, dazzling light.
“The Holy Ancestor’s Sword!”
As Prime Minister, Yuan Zongtong naturally knew the sword’s origins. It hadn’t always been called the Holy Ancestor’s Sword, but because the Qian Kingdom’s founding ancestor had established the nation with this blade, it became known by that name.
More than just a symbol of power, this sword was a peerless treasure, one of the rarest in the world!
Xu Sanyan’s crimson eyes swept across the scene, a chill running down his spine. The sword radiated an overwhelming sense of danger.
By now, he was nearing the end of his rope. His spiritual power had dwindled to less than thirty percent, leaving him a spent force.
The blood pill he’d fed the Golden Dragon Phantom earlier had consumed nearly a third of his spiritual power and qi and blood. Combined with the energy used to corrupt the Jade Seal and maintain the Heavenly Dao Mark protecting him, his spiritual power was draining like a raging river. Even with his Perfected Void Harmony cultivation level, he was barely holding on.
But there was no turning back now. Succeed or die—his only path was to gamble everything.
If he could refine the Dragon Vein, he could break through to Sagehood. Then, heaven and earth would be his domain, and no one could stop him!
The question now was whether Emperor Qian would kill him first, or whether he would refine the Dragon Vein first.
Xu Sanyan lowered his head and surveyed his surroundings. Pitch-black mist erupted, two additional arms sprouted from his ribs, and a single eye burst through the flesh of his forehead, emerging from his skull. As the dense black mist dissipated, a demonic god stood proudly before the world!
“Come! Today, I will become a Sage through a hundred tribulations!”
(End of the Chapter)