Chapter 450 - Tenth Stage Saint Realm, Ultimate Saint!

With a single thought, subtle yet profound strands of distant, mysterious aura flowed into Gu Han. Deep within his consciousness, his soul absorbed the strands imbued with the principles of heaven and earth.

These strands were traces of qi that scattered when the myriad laws operated. At its largest, the birth and destruction of worlds. At its smallest, the withering and flourishing of grass and trees. Everything lay within the Great Dao's machinations. Incomprehensibly profound, its rules manifested as the myriad laws.

To step into the first stage of the Saint realm, one had to condense a law fragment from the strands and fuse it with their own soul.

As time passed, Gu Han’s soul took on a trace of an inexplicable majesty, somewhat resembling the heavenly might. He vaguely felt that this was the unique saint might’s nascent form.

At the same time, the separating membrane also thinned slightly. Once he fully stepped into the Saint realm, he could tear an opening, unleashing the power of heaven and earth. He’d surpass a Transcendent realm cultivator, who relied solely on himself.

Still, he felt somewhat dissatisfied. “It’s a bit slow.”

Having cultivated to the four Supreme Stages, his foundation was so solid that he could forego eating and sleeping altogether. Nevertheless, even with soul power and perception of law aura far surpassing others, it would still take him ten years of cultivation to condense his first law fragment. Others would struggle even more.

Fatty rolled his eyes. “Be grateful! Think about it, how many Saint realm cultivators are there across all five domains? Only a few dozen at most! Even if others had all the time in the world, they still wouldn't get the chance!”

Gu Han thought for a moment. “Fatty, I just remembered about those few saint herbs of mine. Are they still at your place?”

He had already asked about a few things. Apart from their medicinal power, each saint herb more or less contained a condensed law fragment, hence their name. As long as their aptitude and luck weren't too poor, a cultivator could step into the Saint realm with those herbs.

However, the five domains didn’t have that many saint herbs. As a result, fewer than ten had broken through using saint herbs. The rest, like Zhou Ye and the others, used the grinding method to wear through the separating membrane.

Fatty’s eyes darted around. “Let’s not talk about that yet. You already have four Supreme Stages, right? Your foundation is too good. Even if I gave you those saint herbs, the improvement wouldn’t be as great as you imagine. So—”

Gu Han’s face darkened, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fucking Fatty! Have you no shame?! You’re even coveting my saint herbs?”

Fatty felt a bit guilty. “What are you saying? You’re my brother. No matter how low my morals are, I wouldn’t do something so classless!”

Gu Han sneered inwardly. How many times have you done exactly that, you bastard!

Fatty carefully tried to appease him, “Don’t be mad. You’re walking the Supreme Stage path, aren’t you? The Saint realm also has one.”

Gu Han was stunned because this was the first time he’d heard Fatty mention it. “Really? How do you cultivate to it?”

Fatty shook his head. “I don’t know. Few could even overcome the Human Tribulation, much less that. Even though Old Ancestor has lived for nearly ten thousand years, I’ve never heard of anyone cultivating it successfully, let alone know how.”

Beside them, Chongming said, “The tenth stage of the Saint realm can be called Ultimate Saint.”

Since that day, he seemed somewhat down, often going several days without saying a word.

Gu Han was taken aback. Ultimate Saint?

“Master Rooster, you even know this?”

Chongming rolled his eyes. “No shit! Isn’t this common sense? It’s just you guys, who’ve never seen the world, making a big deal out of nothing!”

Gu Han and Fatty were speechless. Getting looked down upon by a rooster every day is a bit hard to take...

Chongming glanced at Gu Han. “Kid, don’t even think about it. It’s hopeless for you.”

“Why?”

“You must have a primordial law fragment. It is an ancient law that existed before the dawn of mankind, when heaven and earth first opened. Only by fusing it as the tenth law fragment into your soul can you cultivate to the true Ultimate Saint realm.”

Fatty was taken aback. “Master Rooster, since you know about this thing, do you know where we can find it?”

Chongming said irritably, “Find my ass! It appears at an unpredictable time and place. I spent so many years in the Profound Heaven Great Domain and have only seen it once!”

“You’ve seen it?”

Chongming nodded. “Just over ten thousand years ago, before the Eighth Sword Chief went mad, he snatched that law fragment and left it for Little Yun.”

Gu Han was taken aback. “Senior? He’s also cultivated to the Supreme Stage?”

Chongming thought for a moment. “Not exactly. He just did it while he was at it because there was no downside. Just because you don’t walk the Supreme Stage path doesn’t mean you can’t cultivate it.”

Fatty deeply agreed. He hadn’t walked the Supreme Stage path, but hadn’t he still undergone human tribulation? And he’d even gained a formidable divine ability.

His mind wandered.

Hmm, since I am shrouding myself in the Golden Bell, how about just calling it Golden Bell Shield?! Mighty and domineering!

Chongming turned serious. “Little Yun was lucky, but you? Can you wait ten thousand years? No, because you’d be dead! Besides, even if it appears, Little Yun is long gone... Who will go snatch it for you? Yourself? You think your Transcendent realm is very powerful?”

Feeling his words were a bit harsh, he sighed again. “Kid, I don’t really understand the Supreme Stage, but the Ultimate Saint realm is all about sheer luck.”

Those words completely crushed Gu Han’s spirit. Sometimes, things that purely depend on luck were the hardest. He didn’t think his luck was great. Is it really hopeless for me?

As he was thinking, Fatty’s voice reached him. “We’re here!”

Setting aside his thoughts, Gu Han swept his gaze around. Yan Qi had already flown past an undulating, endless giant mountain range and arrived in another region. The spirit opportunity here was nearly twice as rich as the places they’d passed before.

Fatty perked up instantly. “This is the inner ring! Not much further, and we’ll be at the Central Dao Palace. Yan Qi, faster!”

Yan Qi’s spirits lifted and his cultivation peaked. “Alright! Sit tight—ouch!”

He howled painfully, tilting and trembling violently. Chongming opened his eyes again. As his pupils gradually split in two, multicolored divine light slowly rose from him.

Fatty hadn’t quite processed what was happening. “What’s wrong?”

Yan Qi groaned, somewhat embarrassed. “Prince, sorry, there’s something wrong with my cultivation. I accidentally injured myself...”

Gu Han and Fatty looked at each other. Hmm? Something's wrong with his cultivation? Why does that sound so familiar?

Chongming’s divine light blazed forth, his eyes shining brightly as he looked into the distance. “What vile fiend is this?!”

As soon as he finished speaking, over a dozen figures landed not far away.

The young man at the lead lit up with joy. Upon seeing Yan Qi, he was in an excellent mood and couldn’t help patting the shoulder of the person beside him. “A fire flood dragon? Good! It’s mine! Nice, very nice! You really do bring me good luck, Hao Yun!”