Chapter 393 Who allows you to stand higher than this Saint?

“Is that… Demonic Sword Half-Saint and Blood Nightmare Half-Saint?”

“Who is that black-robed figure, standing in the highest position?!”

“Two Half-Saints acting as escorts, what is that person’s origin?”

The Cultivators were startled to discover the three figures that had suddenly appeared.

Some of the more experienced ones, though unable to clearly see the faces of the three, had guessed the identities of the two Half-Saints, but felt quite unfamiliar with the black-robed individual.

From their positions, it was clear that this person was not simple.

Who could make Half-Saints lower their status and willingly accompany him?

They couldn't think of anyone else besides a Saint.

There were only a few Saints on the Tianluo Continent, and this black-robed person didn't seem to match any of them.

Though the Cultivators were puzzled, they dared not speak, only speculating silently in their hearts.

The black-robed figure stood in mid-air, not speaking, nor did he possess the vast and astonishing Aura that the Blood Saint displayed upon his arrival. Yet, the restrained and composed Aura made people uneasy, not daring to look too closely.

The black-robed Saint stood at the highest point, his appearance and expression unclear, but from his movements, he seemed to be quietly observing the dark abyss that swallowed everyone's gaze.

Wave after wave of chaotic spatial fluctuations rippled outwards. If not for the extreme solidity of the space in this area, the strongest on the Tianluo Continent, it would have shattered like a mirror long ago.

“Stabilize!”

As if a Heavenly God spoke with divine decree, his words becoming law, a faint voice emanated from the black-robed Saint, echoing throughout this heaven and earth.

The spatial fluctuations, which had been continuously spreading like ripples in water, instantly solidified, and the entire space completely returned to calm.

The Cultivators who witnessed this scene were deeply shaken. To stabilize the most robust space on the Tianluo Continent with a single word—this was the power of a Saint!

“Today, this Saint will open the Abyss通道 and maintain it for the duration of a cup of tea!”

A voice, indistinguishable as male or female, emanated from the black-robed Saint. The blurry figure gathered power and unleashed a punch.

Boom!

An indescribably vast and mighty force seemed to pierce through the entire world. The abyss vibrated, and a massive spatial通道 formed, still pitch black inside, connecting to an unknown other end.

Many Cultivators' breathing quickened.

The opening of the通道 meant they could enter the legendary vast Forbidden Land space.

Although this journey might be a point of no return, with unknown life or death and unpredictable fortune, the Blood River Saint was the most compelling example. Once one obtained an Opportunity, they would undoubtedly soar to great heights.

Many Cultivators had remained here, mentally prepared to step inside.

However, this通道 was opened by a Saint, and without permission, no one dared to enter.

“Those who wish to enter the通道 must swear upon their Dao Heart to assist this Saint in finding Li Xuanfeng’s whereabouts. Any who know information and fail to report it shall suffer backlash and die!”

The black-robed Saint’s voice spread, silencing the entire heaven and earth.

It was Li Xuanfeng again!

Ever since the illusory figure of Lian Yuezhou scared away the Blood Saint last time, they had thought no one would dare to target him again. They never expected that a Saint would still openly target Li Xuanfeng.

Even Demonic Sword Half-Saint and Blood Nightmare Half-Saint appeared to be at his beck and call, making it easy for people to guess that the black-robed Saint’s background was probably no weaker than Li Xuanfeng’s.

This might be a conflict between two terrifying forces, not something these small figures could participate in.

If they entered the通道, it would mean standing on the opposite side of Li Xuanfeng.

Neither Li Xuanfeng nor this black-robed Saint was someone ordinary Cultivators could offend.

No one in the entire audience dared to speak, nor did anyone dare to be the first to enter the通道.

The black-robed Saint no longer spoke, his gaze shifting slightly downwards, locking onto the Mighty Half-Saint.

Miao Huang subconsciously held her breath. Mighty Half-Saint sighed inwardly; he knew this was telling him it was time to go.

To enter the spatial通道, one had to help search for Li Xuanfeng’s whereabouts. This was merely a condition casually set by the black-robed Saint; whether the Cultivators present dared to participate or would participate had no impact on him.

But Mighty Half-Saint had no choice; not going would be defiance, and he might die as a result. All he could do was try to conceal Li Xuanfeng’s whereabouts even if he found them.

“Miao Miao, you are the hope of the Barbarian Race. If you can truly align with Li Xuanfeng, it will be beneficial to you, not harmful.”

Mighty Half-Saint’s faint Divine Sense transmission echoed in Miao Huang’s mind. Although the shaman’s divination indicated that standing with Li Xuanfeng was the most correct choice, he still dared not defy the black-robed Saint.

With a step, Mighty Half-Saint was about to follow the black-robed Saint.

However, at this moment, a brilliant golden light suddenly illuminated the heavens and earth.

A golden Dao traversed the sky, dazzling light particles fell from the horizon, and a majestic and noble slender figure rode the light, like an emperor patrolling the heavens.

When the golden light reflected in everyone's pupils faded, they saw that the young man’s figure had already stopped directly above the center of the abyss, looking down at the black-robed Saint and all the Cultivators present.

“Li Xuanfeng?!”

“Peerless Venerable?!”

The Cultivators were all shocked the moment they recognized the newcomer’s appearance.

Li Xuanfeng’s name was like thunder; who in the world didn’t know him now?

Previously, the Blood River Saint had personally searched for his whereabouts without success, and coupled with Lian Yuezhou’s words, the outside world had assumed Li Xuanfeng had already left the Tianxuan Continent.

They never expected him to reappear after a year and a half, and without any warning.

Countless gazes converged. Compared to the black-robed Saint and the two Half-Saints, Demonic Sword and Blood Nightmare, who were vague and deliberately mysterious, Li Xuanfeng did not conceal his appearance or figure. However, his Aura was even more mysterious and noble, as if a being carrying golden light had emerged from Chaos, full of the unknown and power, inspiring awe.

“Are you looking for this Venerable?”

Li Xuanfeng looked indifferently at the black-robed Saint, like a Heavenly God standing on clouds overlooking the mortal world.

“I didn’t expect you to actually have the guts to appear; it saves this Saint a lot of trouble.”

Beneath the hood, the black-robed Saint’s eyes were scrutinizing Li Xuanfeng.

The conversation between the two startled everyone, making them sense something ominous.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, countless Cultivators soared into the distance. All who possessed escape techniques used them without hesitation, daring not to hold back in the slightest.

Although they didn't know the black-robed Saint's exact origin, he was clearly antagonistic towards Li Xuanfeng. Just based on his previous words, Li Xuanfeng's character wouldn't let it go easily.

Li Xuanfeng did not display any Saint power fluctuations; in terms of Realm, he wasn't even a Half-Saint.

But who still didn't understand this monster's talent by now?

His strength had never been something that Realm could judge. The gap between non-Saints and Saints was insurmountable, but this absolutely did not include Li Xuanfeng!

He was unique; he was an anomaly. The moment he appeared, the Cultivators present had almost already foreseen the outcome.

The Cultivators favored Li Xuanfeng, who had not yet become a Saint, not the genuine Saint!

A year and a half ago, Li Xuanfeng slew two Half-Saints.

A year and a half later, other Cultivators might stagnate, but he was Li Xuanfeng. No one would doubt that he possessed strength comparable to a Saint.

“Li Xuanfeng, the strongest Prodigy on the Tianluo Continent today, self-proclaimed ‘Peerless,’ has fought countless battles against higher-ranked opponents since his cultivation began. However, his Realm is not even that of a Half-Saint. Who allowed you to stand higher than this Saint? Do you really think you’re someone important?”

The black-robed Saint’s faint voice spread, making the scalps of countless fleeing Cultivators tingle.