Chapter 500: Undying and Indestructible, Battling a Saint

Chapter 500: Undying and Indestructible, Battling a Saint

After thinking about it, Han Jue decided to calculate in advance who was plotting.

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[Antarctic Celestial Venerable]

Han Jue did not feel surprised; whoever it was, he wouldn't be shocked.

Antarctic Celestial Venerable was the leader of the Chan Sect. If Han Jue retaliated against him, he could target the Chan Sect, making it less likely to expose his identity.

Given that it concerned Primordial Purple Qi, it couldn't have been plotted by the entire Chan Sect; it must have been personally arranged by a Saint.

Han Jue temporarily put the matter aside to target them later.

Even if all living beings in the Immortal Realm came to attack Hundred Peaks Immortal River, they would still be unable to break through the Formation.

Beneath the Saints, all living beings are mere ants!

What's more, the true body of a Saint couldn't even enter!

Han Jue began to Cultivate the Taiyi Zizai Dharma Idol, achieving yet another Breakthrough. He wondered how many Demon God Dharma Idols he could Cultivate this time.

Thirty years later.

Han Jue forged the Lawless Demon God, Rainbow Light Demon God, Voidless Demon God, Curse Light Demon God, Stone Demon God, Rending Void Demon God, Time Demon God, Shuttling Demon God, Profound Desire Demon God, Fear Demon God, Menglang Demon God, Blade-Shaped Demon God, Hidden Demon God, Qi Demon God, and Heart Demon God.

A total of fifteen Demon Gods!

Accumulating forty-nine Demon Gods!

Han Jue's strength surged greatly as he began the Simulation Trial.

Just like before, anything beneath a Saint was instantly killed!

The only change was that Han Jue could now withstand a Saint!

He challenged Fu Xi Tian, unleashing all forty-nine Demon God Dharma Idols together, and managed to fight to a draw with Fu Xi Tian.

The forty-nine Demon God Dharma Idols each represented a type of rule—or rather, a weakened version of the Dao. When unleashed simultaneously, they could destroy the heavens and earth.

However, it was merely a draw!

Han Jue was quite annoyed.

He still couldn't kill a Heavenly Dao Saint with this?

How was he supposed to kill enemies across realms in the future?

Han Jue was very dissatisfied with his own combat power.

He began to frantically target Fu Xi Tian, fighting him repeatedly.

Full ten years passed, yet Han Jue still hadn't successfully slain Fu Xi Tian. He had to admit that Heavenly Dao Saints were truly formidable.

"To kill a Saint, one might need to sever the fortune."

Han Jue muttered to himself, his eyes flickering.

During the battle, he had slain Fu Xi Tian many times, but this fellow revived very quickly, as if he couldn't be killed.

Facing an existence that simply couldn't be killed, even Han Jue's mindset almost collapsed.

"If I really face a Saint in the future, he might fake his death and then ambush me again."

Han Jue thought of such a scenario and felt his hair stand on end.

Fortunately, there was the Simulation Trial, otherwise he would have definitely capsized in the gutter.

Han Jue decided that after Attaining the Dao, he would fight each Saint for a hundred years to figure out the easiest way to kill them and finish them off in a single strike!

Han Jue stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and walked out of the Daoist temple.

"All Disciples, get ready to listen to the Dao!"

Han Jue's voice resounded through Hundred Peaks Immortal River.

All the Disciples became excited and swarmed toward the place where the Dao was being preached.

Even Li Daokong and Li Xuan'ao rushed over immediately, evidently having looked forward to it for a long time.

…

Outside Hundred Peaks Immortal River, living beings gathered, and looking as far as the eye could see, they were countless.

A huge flying beast hovered high in the sky. Its black feathers looked like they were cast from molten iron, shining with a chilling gleam. It had a wingspan of a hundred zhang, resembled a goshawk, and possessed three cat-like tails.

"There are so many immortals and gods inside!"

The three-tailed giant eagle cried out excitedly, its voice spreading in all directions.

Since there were so many immortals and gods inside Hundred Peaks Immortal River, the legend regarding the Primordial Purple Qi was very likely true.

"Immortals and gods?"

"Hiss—why are there so many?"

"Having taken human form, they can indeed be considered immortals and gods."

"The Hidden Sect actually exists!"

"What are they doing?"

"I can't sense their auras. It seems a powerful Formation is isolating them."

The living beings discussed animatedly, among whom were no lack of Taoists who had taken human form, displaying all kinds of attitudes.

With so many immortals and gods in the Hidden Sect, how was one supposed to break in?

At this moment.

The earth shook and the mountains quaked as a terrifying giant, ten-thousand-zhang tall, rushed over from the end of the horizon, unstoppable.

This giant was bare-chested, and his muscles looked like massive, hard rocks condensed together, possessing extreme visual impact.

With disheveled hair, he crashed unstoppably into the Formation of Hundred Peaks Immortal River. The terrifying gale whipped up blew thousands of living beings flying, and their screams of misery were endless.

"It's an ancient god of the Innate Rock Race!"

Someone exclaimed, their tone filled with excitement, as if they saw the scene of the Hundred Peaks Immortal River Formation breaking.

The Rock Race ancient god frowned; he was unexpectedly unable to break through the Formation.

He continued to use all his strength, refusing to give up.

However, no matter how he slammed into it, it was of no avail.

Inside Hundred Peaks Immortal River, Han Jue sat cross-legged on the peak of a mountain preaching the Dao. Hearing the roaring sounds in the distance, he couldn't help but frown.

Not only him, but the Disciples listening to the Dao also showed annoyed expressions.

Han Jue raised his right hand, and the Disciples, whose attention was entirely on him, naturally followed suit and looked at his right hand.

Whoosh—

A streak of Sword Qi suddenly shot out from Han Jue's right index finger. In an instant, it shot far away, blasting apart the head of the Rock Race ancient god, sending gravel splashing in all directions across the heavens and earth.

Whoa!

All the living beings were frightened.

"Don't be afraid! The Rock Race ancient god cannot be killed!"

A living being shouted aloud, wanting to stabilize the morale of the troops.

Only to see the Rock Race ancient god disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye, his ten-thousand-zhang giant body directly collapsing.

Han Jue continued to preach the Dao.

A mere God Realm practitioner wanted to withstand his Quasi-Saint's divine power?

An undying body was only relative!

Compared to the undying and indestructible nature of a Saint, what did a Rock Race ancient god amount to?

With the Rock Race ancient god destroyed, the surrounding living beings all fell into silence, and no one dared to charge into Hundred Peaks Immortal River again.

Han Jue could finally preach the Dao with peace of mind.

This sermon lasted for fifty years.

Fifty years later, just as Han Jue was about to stand up, Li Daokong sent a voice transmission and asked: "Sect Leader, do you need me to go out and resolve this?"

Han Jue thought for a moment and said: "You can. Exercise discretion and don't go too far, lest you be discovered by a Saint."

Li Daokong nodded and leaped outward. Han Jue opened a gap in the Dao field to let Li Daokong out.

Han Jue stood up and walked toward the Daoist temple.

Along the way, he heard sounds of slaughter and weeping.

Daluo, in this period, absolutely dominated a region, while a Quasi-Saint was an invincible existence.

The sounds of slaughter also woke up the Disciples who were still comprehending the Dao.

…

Thirteenth Heaven, the First Hall of the Celestial Tribe.

Immortal God Ji flicked his sleeve and angrily shouted: "What do you mean? Does Buddhism want to start a war against the Celestial Tribe?"

The members of the Celestial Tribe in the hall looked at each other in dismay, and no one spoke up first.

Seeing their expressions, Immortal God Ji felt his anger flare up from nowhere!

The seemingly glorious Celestial Tribe was actually unstable at its core. He, this Heavenly Ancestor, was completely marginalized, and almost all the powerful experts of the Celestial Tribe had their own factions.

There were even Buddhist Cultivators whom he currently hated!

Heavenly God General stepped forward and said: "I am willing to go and teach Buddhism a lesson!"

Immortal God Ji's angry expression softened and he said: "This matter still needs further discussion. Buddhism openly provoked the prestige of the Celestial Tribe. What mastermind is behind this is worth investigating."

"Right, all of you must have heard the rumors about the Primordial Purple Qi. Nowadays, various Fortune Sects are spreading that the Primordial Purple Qi exists. I don't believe it. How can there be so many opportunities to Attain the Dao? Only one Saint has fallen after all."

"What do all of you think of the Demon Race?"

Demon Race!

All the members of the Celestial Tribe in the hall were moved, and the atmosphere became stern.