Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 794 - 276. Saint Xi Descends, Breaks Through the Fourth Realm (5.2K Words - Subscription Requested)
Chapter 794: 276. Saint Xi Descends, Breaks Through the Fourth Realm (5.2K Words – Subscription Requested)
Deep within the Myriad Swords Star Realm…
Before the Void Ship arrived, Divine Sense could already detect the radiant white light from many thousands of miles away, feeling the tranquility it brought, a peace of mind.
The source of the white light was a twelve-petal World-Purifying White Lotus, its stem as pure as jade, cold as ice, with petals as bright as the moons seen across myriad worlds. The lotus seeds were not yet formed, with only stamens, each stamen a silver thread, a total of eighty-one threads.
On each silver thread… there were texts.
The text seemed like Talisman Characters, yet also like deconstructed Talisman Characters.
But if a Mortal were to stand before this white lotus and be asked, “Do you think these letters on the silver threads form a single character?”, that Mortal would seriously look and then confidently tell you, “Immortal, I’m sure, they do form a single character.”
If you then asked him, “Why?”
That Mortal would scratch his head, and with a silly smile, tell you, “Each stamen has a one character, so when pieced together isn’t it a larger one? However, it may also be two, three, four, but your Immortal accordance has unlikely created the latter.”
Indeed.
This is “one”.
It is a “one” simple to the extreme compared to the tens of thousands of strokes in an Array Pattern.
But this simplest “one” was divided into eighty-one parts, sealed by this extraordinarily uncommon white lotus, with eight people sitting around it at the corners, seemingly dozing off, yet actually focusing their Power to continuously transmit energy towards the white lotus to maintain the seal.
Why?
The reason is simple.
This “one” is also referred to as one of the “Three Realms Forbidden Talismans”—the “Celestial Talisman—Xi”. It is also tied to the essence of “Saint Xi”.
At this moment, a white shadow silently emerged from the space in the distance.
One of the eight individuals sitting around the white lotus raised their drooping eyes and said, “Tantai is here.”
The white shadow nodded.
The person continued, “Though it’s an old phrase, it’s part of the protocol. There are no time or prophecy-related treasures in your Storage Bag, right?”
The white shadow laughed, “Other Cultivators might not know the rules, but we old hands certainly do, right?”
The person laughed, “Indeed.”
Then…
The two seamlessly exchanged positions.
The white shadow sat and began to use its Power to maintain the seal.
It must be understood that sealing this “Xi” character is the top celestial matter, and no one dares to be careless.
Once Tantai was seated, he focused entirely on maintaining the seal, though his thoughts were on… breaking it.
Among the eight, four harbored a hidden blood hue in their gaze. Without exchanging looks, they were all aware of the will of the Blood River elder—by any means to extract a wisp of Saint Xi’s power, yet exercising utmost caution, ensuring that Saint Xi was completely asleep before attempting to extract it.
The remaining three powerful beings executed their mission with solemn determination.
Nobody dared to release a “Saint Xi” that epitomized the future…
It was fortunate that when “Saint Xi” had just emerged, yet to fully awaken and regain power, that the Righteous Dao experts had timely discovered, swarmed, and then using the “Twelfth-Grade World-Purifying White Lotus” reaching the Chaos Treasure level as a medium, dismantle and seal him.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Who could stop a complete Saint?
Especially one who can manipulate celestial fate?
…
…
The following year, one of the eight suddenly opened his eyes and said, “Fellow Daoists, the struggle between Righteous and Demon Dao is ongoing, with victory uncertain, and our confinement here is truly a disadvantage for the Righteous Dao.”
No one replied.
He said, “I propose extracting a wisp of Saint Xi’s power to sway the battle.”
The speaker was naturally one of the four Blood River Sect mighty figures among them.
Still, no one spoke.
He continued, “A wisp of Saint Xi’s power could confuse all Perception, making it impossible even for us to use Divine Sense. Should such power reach the Demon Mountain Domain, it would render those Evil Demons entirely blind.”
An elder said, “This is unprecedented, and Saint Xi’s power does more than just block Divine Sense.”
Another from the Blood River four said, “I agree, Saint Xi is deeply asleep now, as long as we handle it well, nothing will happen. This could dictate the frontline battle.”
Another said, “No.”
The first speaker said, “Let’s vote then, I agree.”
“Oppose.”
“Agree.”
“I… abstain.”
The eight expressed their views one by one.
Soon, the result was in.
Five agreed, two opposed, and one abstained.
Tantai was among those who opposed, but he did so based on observing the situation. Seeing that enough agreed, he made his stance clear.
The first who proposed addressed the two who opposed and the one who abstained, “Three fellow Daoists, this is not our desire, yet we cannot sit idle amid treasures unused, letting the Demon Dao have the advantage?”
Tantai and others finally nodded.
…
…
Soon, a young cultivator in blue appeared, a prodigy from a Righteous Dao force.
The prodigy saluted each of the eight one by one, then sat cross-legged once he was ready.
Feeling both excited and nervous about being selected to inherit the mystical power of the Xi character, he pondered.
Yet, wealth is sought amidst danger.
Every prodigy holds a pride of their own, aspiring to be a symbol of an era, that when this era is mentioned, people would think of him.
“Let’s begin.”
A voice among the eight spoke.
The other seven nodded.
Then, eight performed Techniques to activate the Twelfth-Grade World-Purifying White Lotus, during its rotation, deliberately releasing a wisp of the Xi character’s essence.
That essence, beautiful to the point of being dream-like, moved towards the prodigy.
