Chapter 218

Chapter 218: War of the Saints

Unexpected!

It was nothing but surprises.

Zhang Yang never imagined that the War of the Saints had been divided into two phases.

Through Shui Lianyi’s explanation, he learned that the first phase was initiated by the Ghostly Divine Platform, which sought to completely exterminate the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe. The reason? The tribe displayed potential strong enough to rival the Ghostly Divine Platform. Among their saints, at least three were capable of challenging God King Taiyi and Ghost King Yingtian in the future—an uncontrollable threat. Thus, the Ghostly Divine Platform launched a war of annihilation.

However, midway through the conflict, something unexpected occurred. Beneath the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe—now the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins—the excessive deaths of saints caused their holy blood to merge. Due to either a coincidence or a profound connection with the tribe, a single thread of immortal fire was born.

Immortal fire—imbued with the essence of immortality—was unimaginably enticing.

Every saint longed to take the ultimate step toward unparalleled immortality.

After Eternal Night, there had been no more immortals. It was the sorrow of Eternal Night and a tragedy for all beings and saints.

Thus, once word of the immortal fire spread, almost no saint could resist its allure. The War of the Saints erupted.

Saints fell like rain, each desperate to seize the immortal fire.

Unexpectedly, an even greater upheaval followed. The sheer intensity of battle and the number of deaths shook the very fabric of time and space, disturbing the Secrets of Eternal Night.

"The immortal fire still exists," Zhang Yang murmured. "The goddess seeks to control it, which is why she wants to seal the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins forever. But after discovering it was impossible, she suspected the influence of God King Taiyi, who was confined within this space-time—so she sent me to investigate."

Shui Lianyi nodded.

Zhang Yang felt a whirlwind of emotions.

The immortal fire!

Its existence surely meant there was a greater possibility of unraveling the Mystery of Eternal Night.

His heart pounded with excitement.

"The Great Path Sacred Fruit tree?" he couldn’t help but ask.

Shui Lianyi scoffed. "You said you would ask two questions. This is your third. I can tell you, but this is the last one."

Zhang Yang nodded eagerly.

Shui Lianyi continued, "The birth of the Great Path Sacred Fruit tree is tied to the deaths of saints and also connected to the immortal fire. But in any case, the true mystery, danger, and opportunity hidden within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins exist on a far deeper level—beyond what you juniors fight over. Holy treasures, the path of a saint… these are merely surface-level rewards."

Zhang Yang suddenly understood.

He thought of the holy corpse, the immense power hidden within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, and the Great Path Sacred Fruit tree. A sense of awe filled him.

This was the vast difference between realms.

Even though he knew the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins held unimaginable supreme treasures, he was powerless to compete for them. He could only contend for holy-level treasures.

"I’ve asked what I needed to ask. Now you should set off." Shui Lianyi took out a white bamboo leaf and affixed it to Zhang Yang’s forehead. "This leaf will protect you. Remember—within this space-time confinement, you must not touch anything. Not even holy treasures, not even potential immortal treasures that may tempt you. The moment you touch something, you will be trapped, and the space-time confinement will be irreparably damaged. The holy war will reignite, and not just you—the entire Daybreak Phoenix Ruins will suffer."

Her tone was deadly serious.

Zhang Yang felt the refreshing coolness of the bamboo leaf sinking into his forehead, a deep and indescribable comfort washing over him.

"I’m afraid of death and timid. I definitely won’t touch anything."

Had he not said this, Shui Lianyi might not have been concerned, but upon hearing it, she felt uneasy. Whether he truly feared death was uncertain, but he was certainly not timid; his courage was unparalleled—he had even dared to threaten her.

She emphasized once more, “I am not joking with you. You must remember—do not touch anything. Remember, anything! Otherwise, you will die! I cannot contain this place. Everyone in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins will perish because of you, including your women, friends, brothers, and subordinates. They will all be buried here because of your actions.”

Zhang Yang replied earnestly, "Goddess, don’t worry. I will not touch anything!"

Shui Lianyi nodded.

With a wave of her hand, a terrifying holy power enveloped Zhang Yang, transporting him into the inconspicuous crack in the ground.

As he disappeared, she reminded him, "Remember, this journey is only to verify whether God King Taiyi is alive!"

Inside the crack, faint sounds echoed.

Soon after, she could no longer sense Zhang Yang.

Shui Lianyi sat down on the spot, entering a special meditative state. An overwhelming holy aura spread outward, covering a radius of over a thousand meters, strictly forbidding anyone from approaching.

She was tense.

Everything within the confinement of time and space was extraordinarily mysterious, and even the slightest disturbance could trigger dramatic changes.

Inside the crack, as Zhang Yang descended, the white bamboo leaf on his forehead radiated a soft glow, enveloping him like a translucent sheet of water.

Then, an overwhelming aura of destruction surged around him. The world was filled with death, devoid of any signs of life.

His heart pounded as he looked around.

What he saw closely resembled the shattered remnants of a small world he had glimpsed before through the holy corpse, where the Ghostly Divine Platform had nearly been destroyed.

This seemed to be a separate world.

The sun, moon, and stars were present, yet something was terribly wrong.

It was as if some kind of holy treasure had been shattered beyond repair, and the entire space was on the verge of collapsing into oblivion.

Looking down, he saw that the mountains and rivers had long been reduced to ruins, with not a single intact patch of land remaining.

Cracks in the void flickered into existence from time to time.

Finally, as he took in his surroundings, his mouth twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Just a meter in front of him, a blue holy light, brimming with terrifying killing intent, was crashing down from the upper left, targeting a saint in the lower right.

Due to the frozen state of space-time, the saints locked in battle remained motionless.

"You told me not to touch anything, but Shui Lianyi, are you sure the place you sent me is truly safe?"

Zhang Yang cautiously stepped into the air.

As he moved forward, he observed his surroundings intently.

Before long, he confirmed that all those around him were saints—there was not a single Great Boundless among them.

He saw the towering body of a giant, over ten meters tall.

He saw a saint lunging forward, only to be ambushed from behind.

He saw saints being struck down.

He saw holy swords shattering.

He saw holy garments engulfed in flames.

The entire world was locked in a moment of brutal conflict, frozen in time.

The sheer number of holy treasures and weapons here was beyond belief.

Everything in this place was a holy treasure—many far surpassed anything he had ever dreamed of. He even saw a saint seemingly transform himself into a holy weapon, battling alone against six others, who were all fixed in place while unleashing their terrifying power.

The sheer spectacle was astonishing.

Zhang Yang had initially planned to proceed step by step to investigate the fate of God King Taiyi, but as he observed the saints in battle, he realized something profound.

Even in their frozen state, their mastery of the path of a saint remained fully expressed.

This was an unparalleled opportunity for enlightenment.

If he could integrate the wisdom of all these saints, refining it within himself as if he were a great furnace, he might be able to deepen his own understanding of the path of a saint and reach new heights of invincibility.

Thus, instead of pressing forward, he sat down to meditate, reflecting on his previous insights while absorbing the profound teachings surrounding him.

He even grasped the mysteries of the Diamond Dragon Holy Power, feeling as though he were swimming in an ocean of the path of a saint, greedily absorbing its essence to fortify his own path.

As he moved forward, continuously refining his comprehension, it felt as if he had been starving for days and was now devouring nourishment without restraint.

Eventually, he arrived before a unique holy weapon that made his eyes widen in shock and his breath quicken.