Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Shocking Gate Opens, Blood Light Spreads Thousands of Miles

”Switch to a Saint?”

The First War God was taken aback. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed the young man in white extending a hand across the void and gently pressing towards him.

POOF!

A muffled sound echoed.

The First War God felt as if his immense body was no longer under his control, and it careened towards The Saint of Eight Extremes like a small mountain.

How is this man—so powerful?

Mid-flight, the First War God’s eyes bulged wide as he roared hysterically in his heart.

The Saint of Eight Extremes’ expression was rigid. He abruptly shot out his hand, catching the First War God’s massive body out of thin air.

This man, he’s also of the God Realm!

The Saint of Eight Extremes gazed intently at Ye Yun, making this guess internally.

Upon being caught, the First War God felt his internal organs churn tumultuously. He abruptly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The blood-red glow that spanned 30,000 miles rapidly retracted into the First War God’s body.

The First War God’s body also swiftly reverted to its original size.

”Saint, I have lost...” the First War God said dejectedly, kneeling at the feet of The Saint of Eight Extremes.

”He, too, is a God. Your defeat is justified...” The Saint of Eight Extremes lightly patted the First War God’s shoulder, offering comforting words.

What?

This young man in white is also a God?

The Eight Great War Gods looked at Ye Yun with horrified eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This youth in white from the outside world was actually of the same realm as their Saint of Eight Extremes.

No wonder the Eight Great War Gods could not triumph over him.

「Within the valley.」

Jin Xiaotian was entirely stupefied.

My heavens! I can’t believe that the Senior is a God, and The Saint of Eight Extremes seems to be a God too...

Jin Xiaotian trembled all over, his face flushed a deep, purplish-red and looked swollen.

”Don’t compare that Saint of Eight Extremes to my master. The levels among Gods are different...” Big Black Cat gave him a sidelong glance, speaking rather irritably.

”I understand...” Jin Xiaotian nodded repeatedly, a respectful expression on his face.

Although Big Black Cat’s cultivation base was lower than his, Jin Xiaotian dared not show any disrespect.

The Eight Great Monster Ancestors, at a distance, hadn’t heard the words of The Saint of Eight Extremes.

They only saw the First War God’s huge body being flung into the air, then crashing down in defeat.

”This is terrifying! How can people from the outside world be so terrifying? I suddenly don’t want to go out there anymore...” Patriarch Rat said dejectedly.

”I don’t want to go to the outside world either. It’s quite good to stay here, safe and sound...” the Tiger Ancestor sighed.

The other Monster Ancestors also expressed similar thoughts.

Seeing this, the Feather Ancestor felt rather helpless.

Patriarch Rat, who had been the most vociferous about wanting to see the outside world, had now gotten cold feet.

The other Monster Ancestors followed suit.

Deep down in his heart, Feather Ancestor still yearned for the outside world.

But he knew that persuading the white-clothed Senior would likely be an extremely difficult task.

「Elsewhere.」

”All of you, move further away...” The Saint of Eight Extremes turned around, his face solemn as he instructed the Eight Great War Gods.

”Saint, are you going to take action personally?” the First War God asked.

”Indeed. This fellow Daoist’s cultivation is profound, and I wish to spar with him a little...” The Saint of Eight Extremes spoke softly.

Having said that, he turned around, his gaze sharp as a sword, facing Ye Yun head-on.

”Understood!”

The Eight Great War Gods responded in unison and, together with Lord War Sect, quickly retreated far from this space.

They retreated for over ten thousand miles before finally steadying themselves.

”This should be far enough. We can observe the battle from here!” the First War God said solemnly.

”It’s been a full 20,000 years, and we’ve never seen the Saint make a move. Who would have thought that today, we would have the opportunity to witness two God Realm experts in battle...” the Second War God said excitedly, gazing into the distance.

”Yes, a battle between those of the God Realm is so incredibly auspicious! Witnessing it will have unimaginable benefits for our future cultivation breakthroughs!” The Third War God rubbed his hands together, his eyes glinting.

The other War Gods, and even Lord War Sect, who had the lowest cultivation base, were all inwardly ecstatic at this moment.

A battle between those of the God Realm.

For Eternal Realm cultivators such as themselves, witnessing such a contest would offer unimaginable benefits for their future cultivation.

”Fellow Daoist, are all cultivators in the outside world as strong as you?” The Saint of Eight Extremes slowly walked across the void, asking with a smile as he went.

”What do you think?” Ye Yun asked in return, instead of answering.

”The outside world... I have never been, but I yearn for it greatly. If I am fortunate enough to win this battle, I wonder if fellow Daoist would take me to the outside world?” The Saint of Eight Extremes suddenly stopped, hovering in the void. Clasping his fists, he spoke with an air of humility.

Although he was confident of defeating Ye Yun, he was not confident he could kill him.

Deep down, The Saint of Eight Extremes had no intention of killing Ye Yun.

On the contrary, he had a request for Ye Yun.

”If you win, taking you out is not out of the question. But what if you lose?” Ye Yun asked with a smile.

He suddenly found that this red-robed Saint of Eight Extremes was remarkably candid, not one for devious schemes. He was not, by nature, a sinister and calculating opportunist.

If I lose?

The Saint of Eight Extremes paused for a moment, a nostalgic glint in his eyes. It seemed that in this instant, he began to reminisce about the glorious moments of his life, from his birth up to the present day.

For tens of thousands of years, The Saint of Eight Extremes had never known defeat. With his incomparable talent and unimaginably terrifying combat prowess, he had swept aside all opposition, fighting undefeated across the lands! He had led the Eight God Sect to become the First Major Power of Xiantang, only then did he retire to continue his secluded cultivation.

The Saint of Eight Extremes took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression, ”If I truly lose, I am willing to offer all the accumulated resources of the Eight God Sect over these many years to you, fellow Daoist, in exchange for you taking me to the outside world. What... does fellow Daoist think of this proposal?”

”Your condition does not move me...” Ye Yun shook his head.

”Then what does fellow Daoist want?”

The Saint of Eight Extremes’ face stiffened, and the flame of hope in his heart felt as if it were about to be extinguished by a fierce gust of wind in that very instant.

”We can discuss terms after you lose,” Ye Yun said with a light smile, not telling The Saint of Eight Extremes his request.

”Very well!”

The Saint of Eight Extremes’ expression turned solemn, and the qi and blood within his body suddenly surged violently.

He hadn’t even patted his body, yet a series of THUMPS, like rolling thunder, echoed from within him.

”Open the Shock Gate!”

With a low roar from The Saint of Eight Extremes.

WHOOSH!

A boundless blood-red light erupted from The Saint of Eight Extremes, instantly blanketing a vast expanse of the void.

This blood-red light resembled a viscous, sanguine tide, radiating an endless effulgence. From afar, it visibly covered a full 100,000 miles.

My God! As expected of The Saint of Eight Extremes! He just opened the first gate, and the blood-light phenomenon has already spread for 100,000 miles!

Lord War Sect, watching this scene from afar, was nearly scared to death.

The opening of the Shock Gate was known to unleash a blood-light spanning ten thousand miles.

At this moment, The Saint of Eight Extremes’ body towered a thousand feet tall.

His red robe had already burst apart, revealing a physique rippling with explosive muscular power, each muscle group starkly defined. His eyes glinted like lightning, and his black hair danced wildly. Standing amidst the sanguine ocean, he resembled a Demon God descended upon the world.

”Fellow Daoist, take this punch of mine first!”

Gazing down from his towering height upon the diminutive figure below, The Saint of Eight Extremes let out a low, guttural roar and smashed a fist downwards.

SWISH!

Ye Yun waved his hand, and the Defense Light Shield vanished.

He narrowed his eyes, hands clasped behind his back, calmly watching the red Iron Fist plummet from the sky like a colossal crimson meteor.

At this moment, Ye Yun remained utterly still.

Senior, why does it seem like he has no intention of attacking at all?

Jin Xiaotian, watching from the valley below, was terrified by this sight, completely unable to comprehend Ye Yun’s inaction.