Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 680 Divine Calamity, Clash of Forbidden Beings!

King's capital.

Dao Palace
After leaving the cafeteria, Jiang Ning went straight back to the library and quickly immersed himself in reading.

Although the experience points gained from literacy skills are not very useful in the short term, writing is the essence of a civilization.

It was an important way for him to understand the world, the martial arts civilization, the more than 800-year history of the Great Xia Dynasty, the ancient times, and everything in the world.

It is also a way to increase wisdom.

Having brute force but lacking intelligence will also make it difficult to achieve great things.

time flies.

It was afternoon soon.

suddenly.

Boom——

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

Jiang Ning suddenly came to his senses, and the library shook violently.

"Fu Yuan. And dare you!!" A woman's rebuke suddenly came from above, in the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so fixated on human nature? You and I are both righteous gods. We celestial gods are born to rule over all things in the world." Then, a voice devoid of emotion, indistinguishable in gender, and with a stiff quality rang out.

Upon hearing this resounding sound that shook heaven and earth.

"It's that Holy Lord Fuyuan!!" Jiang Ning was secretly shocked, and the scene of entering the city a few days ago immediately flashed through his mind.

At that time, he witnessed the extraordinary nature of the Holy Lord Fuyuan.

The clay sculpture, though lacking physical form, can exert an immense sense of oppression.

With strongmen clearing the way and golden boys and jade maidens positioned on either side, they freely entered and exited the capital.

This undoubtedly demonstrates how terrifying the Holy Ruler Fuyuan is.

In a sense, this privilege was granted by the royal family and the court in their submission to the Holy Emperor Fuyuan.

boom--

next moment.

Another deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth.

Even though Jiang Ning was in the library of the Dao Palace, he felt a tremor beneath his feet, as if an earth dragon was turning over.

"Something terrible has happened!!"

A thought flashed through his mind.

He could tell from the tremor beneath his feet that it must have been a devastating blow that had struck the earth.

My heart moved.

His gaze swept to the left and right.

There was no one around, and everyone's figures were hidden by the tall bookshelves.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated.

Bring your right index and middle fingers together and stroke them towards your brow.

In an instant.

A white vertical line appeared between his eyebrows.

Within the vertical lines, a dazzling brilliance continuously dissipates, like smoke and clouds dissipating.

Being in the library of the Dao Palace, with his view heavily obstructed, he knew that the only way to see what was going on was to use his Heavenly Eye.

Now that there was no one around, it was the perfect time for him to use his Heavenly Eye.

next moment.

His gaze swept across the four directions.

His expression immediately froze.

All that could be seen was the sky above the city center, specifically the areas of Zhuque Avenue and Qinglong Avenue.

The Holy Lord Fuyuan hung high in the sky, his clay sculpture expanding to a height of a hundred feet, its entire body gleaming with a bluish-gray glaze-like sheen.

His facial features were stiff like those of a temple deity, yet a strangely benevolent smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Every fold of the garment was covered with countless runes, which moved like living things across the surface of the body. When they occasionally peeled off, they turned into gold dust and scattered it across the world.

The most terrifying thing was the thousands of scarlet threads extending from His body.

Those silk threads, as thin as hair, sometimes ethereal and sometimes solid, cascaded down from the back of the womb like a waterfall, piercing through the clouds and precisely stabbing into the skulls of the people below.

Men, women, and children connected by silk threads all had their eyes rolled back, their necks arched backward at bizarre angles, and their limbs bent backward as they ran and collided, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the bluestone pavement. A child overturned a cart laden with goods with one hand, and an old woman bit through a patrolling soldier's steel knife with her teeth.

"Divine Puppet"

Jiang Ning suddenly recalled the records in ancient books.

At this moment, a section of the city between Zhuque Avenue and Qinglong Avenue has become a living hell, with buildings collapsing and the ground sinking.

The deafening blow that resounded throughout the heavens and earth struck this very urban area.

However, the devastating blow precisely avoided every living being, instead using the threads to control at least tens of thousands of people.

He transformed the people of the capital into puppet gods under his control, granting them immense strength and making them fearless of death.

at this time.

A streak of blue light pierced through the heavens and earth, as if splitting the world in two.

thump—

The blue light struck the clay sculpture of Fu Yuan Sheng Jun.

He remained unmoved, as calm and undisturbed as a gentle breeze.

Subsequently
Fu Yuan Shengjun let out a laugh that sounded like metal clashing against stone: "The Grand Preceptor's attack was truly ruthless and merciless, killing thousands of people in the capital!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning glanced at the crowd.

Only then did they realize that among the divine puppets connected by silk threads in the ruined city, a glance revealed that thousands of invisible silk threads were missing compared to before.

Then his gaze swept over the area again.

He then saw that most of the puppet corpses lying in the ruins had holes pierced through their chests.

The location of the injury perfectly matches the location in which Fu Yuan Sheng Jun was struck in the chest by the blue light.

"This is... a transference of cause and effect!!"

Jiang Ning was secretly startled.

He gazed once more at the Holy Monarch Fuyuan above the capital.

The next moment, Fu Yuan Shengjun suddenly looked towards the direction of the Dao Palace, towards the library where Jiang Ning was located.

Two ghostly flames suddenly ignited in the empty eye sockets.

"So it's the Divine Lord!" The voice instantly pierced through layers of void, through the great formation that enveloped the Dao Palace and covered the library, and reached Jiang Ning's ears.

"Your Majesty, if that Martial Saint makes a move later, could you lend me a hand?" Fu Yuan Saint Lord's voice rang out again.

Upon hearing these two sentences, Jiang Ning was immediately filled with shock and disbelief.

He couldn't help but recall the Black Lotus Mother he had met years ago, who was also filled with fear of him, as if she regarded him as some extraordinary being.

Now, hearing it from Fu Yuan Shengjun's mouth, he felt a sense of déjà vu once again.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of being watched.

He looked at Fu Yuansheng, his gaze meeting the eerie green flames in Fu Yuansheng's empty eye sockets.

"Understood!" Fu Yuan Shengjun suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked towards the other side of the capital.

"Why has the Imperial Preceptor stopped drawing his sword?" Fu Yuan Shengjun exclaimed, his ceramic mouth emitting a playful, metallic sound.

Subsequently.

The invisible threads hanging behind him suddenly raged, and the divine puppets that were already surging in the ruins towards the surrounding city became frenzied.

It surged in all directions.

A child leaped up like a jackal and pounced on a patrolling soldier, biting off a chunk of flesh.

An old man rushed toward the officer.

The officer swept his rifle across the old man's head, turning it into a deflated balloon. But the old man was still able to move, and he got up and continued to charge at the officer fearlessly.

A woman rushed toward a woman wielding a long iron staff like a ball of flesh.

The long iron staff, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, swept across the woman's body, but it felt like hitting cotton, with no impact whatsoever.

The woman seized the opportunity to pounce, biting the neck of the martial artist wielding the stick, causing blood to gush out.

"Damn!!"

In the distance, a troop of golden-armored imperial guards galloped towards them, the leading general exuding heroic spirit, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"kill!!"

He shouted, and the golden-armored imperial guards behind him immediately filed out from both sides, rushing towards the divine puppets that were attacking him.

"Fu Yuan, you are nothing but a remnant of a divine being, do you really want to be the one to stick your neck out?" came the cold rebuke.

A figure in pure white leaped into the air.

Jiang Ning took a closer look.

She was a young woman of sixteen or seventeen, with exquisitely beautiful features. Her face was as smooth and delicate as jade, with a jawline as refined as a fine brushstroke. Her eyes were solemn and cold, like the frost of a thousand years. Most captivating were her eyes, which shimmered with a silvery light. When her gaze moved, it seemed as if moonlight was reflected in her pupils.

Jiang Ning's gaze was instantly drawn to the three-foot-long sword she held in her right hand.

A pale blue light lingered on the sword's edge.

Upon seeing this, he instantly understood.

This is the Imperial Advisor, the Imperial Advisor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

A look of surprise flashed in Jiang Ning's eyes when he saw the Imperial Advisor.

Because they are too young.

The appearance and figure of a young woman in her late teens.

Normally, this is something that should not happen.

Martial artists are simply those with strong physical abilities, possessing ethereal skin and jade-like bones that make them appear ageless.

But it only means that one is less prone to aging, not that one can regain youth.

With a face that resembled that of a young woman of sixteen, she held the position of Grand Preceptor of the Great Xia Dynasty. She was not human, but rather seemed like a demon.

The words that Fu Yuan Shengjun had just spoken echoed in his mind once again.

They are all righteous gods, heavenly deities, born to rule over all things in the world.

"It seems this Imperial Advisor is no ordinary person!" Jiang Ning thought to himself.

At this moment, the sixteen-year-old girl's plain white, wide-sleeved dress fluttered in the strong wind high above, and the cloud patterns embroidered on the dress shimmered in the sunlight.

"Fellow Daoist is truly stubborn and unrepentant. For the sake of humanity, you have actually sacrificed divinity!" Fu Yuan said, watching the clear light in the girl's hand grow brighter and brighter. The sound of metal rubbing against stone could be heard as he spoke.

"You are so foolish!" The girl's red lips parted, and her voice rang out: "This era is no longer the one you ruled."

The words fell.

He swung his cyan longsword.

In an instant.

A pale blue arc of light burst forth.

At first, the arc of light was no more than three feet long.

But with each inch forward, the arc of light expands a fraction.

In an instant, an arc of light swept across the sky.

With a sweep, the scarlet threads snapped one after another.

The cyan arc of light disappeared, and the scarlet threads that had been cascading down from the back of the fetus stopped breaking.

In an instant, more than a thousand scarlet threads snapped.

Those citizens of the capital who were connected by the broken silk threads instantly seemed to lose their strength and collapsed to the ground.

"Being able to sever the causal link, fellow Daoist is quite good!" Fu Yuan Shengjun grinned, his hollow ceramic mouth revealing a dark, eerie interior.

At this moment, the girl in the plain white dress remained expressionless.

She raised her hand and swung her sword, unleashing another pale blue arc of light.

next moment.

A gilded liquid suddenly seeped from the cracks in the clay sculpture.

The liquid fell and condensed into countless ancient incantations in mid-air.

The incantation flew around, instantly transforming into a curtain of light.

boom--

The cyan arc of light struck the light screen, instantly transforming into a deafening roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The previously calm airflow was instantly shattered by the collision, turning into a violent gust of wind that scattered in all directions. The clouds were also completely shaken apart, revealing a clear sky with no clouds for miles.

“Fellow Daoist, you are not qualified yet!” Fu Yuan Saint Lord spoke, and the sound of metal clashing with stone echoed between heaven and earth.

Then, a large number of scarlet threads suddenly fell from his back, piercing through the sky and dropping into the ruins below.

The red thread pierced the divine puppet that had just lost its power support once again.

With a series of wriggling movements, they then stood up once more.

Then they charged out of the ruins, showing no fear even when facing the fully armed and armored imperial guards.

All these changes happened in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, the silver-eyed girl in the white dress silently furrowed her brows slightly, as if she were somewhat worried.

"Imperial Preceptor, I'm here to help you!" Just then, a clear female voice rang out.

next moment.

A fiery red burst forth from Vermilion Bird Avenue, transforming into a pillar of fire that shot straight up to the Holy Lord Fuyuan in the sky.

"Insects!" Lord Fuyun looked down, two clusters of ghostly fire flickering in his empty eye sockets.

Then, He raised His hand and made a grasping motion, spreading His five fingers.

In an instant.

Countless red threads burst forth like a torrent.

boom--

The void shook.

In an instant, it pierced through the sky.

With a single strike, flames erupted, and a woman in a red dress plummeted to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, look, even if a mortal cultivates to the first rank, he is nothing but an ant in the eyes of us!" Fu Yuan Saint Lord spoke again to the girl in the white dress.

“Further words are useless!” said the girl in the white dress, holding a long sword upright.

Suddenly.

A blue light erupted from her body.

Her white dress fluttered, and her jet-black hair, disheveled, cascaded down like a black satin waterfall behind her.

hum-

Then came a resounding sword cry that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Sword shadows burst forth from her body, one end reaching the sky, the other end reaching the earth.

Waves of energy spread outwards, and intricate array patterns appeared in the void.

"The royal capital's grand formation has appeared!" Jiang Ning thought as he saw the intersecting array patterns in the void.

These past few days, from conversations among the students of the Dao Palace, he had learned that not only the Dao Palace possessed a great formation, but even the capital city had an unparalleled great formation.

The four main streets dividing the capital city—Vermilion Bird, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Mystic—are the key to the formation's foundation.

At this moment, the aftershocks of the battle between Fu Yuan Shengjun and the Imperial Preceptor were so intense that they were already activating the protective array that enveloped the capital.

"It seems I should be leaving soon!" Fu Yuanshengjun laughed, his mouth, cast in ceramic, was dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

His gaze swept across the void, and he saw that the array patterns covering the void were becoming clearer and clearer.

next moment.

Roar--

He suddenly roared to the sky.

The already towering bodies collided again, and in an instant, they became the size of a celestial being.

As he looked down, the two alluring mounds in his empty eye sockets suddenly appeared as large as the sun and moon.

"Kill—" He opened his mouth.

From within its deep, dark maw, a storm swept across the heavens and earth.

His raised fist was as majestic as a mountain.

"So powerful!" Jiang Ning was shocked by what he saw.

Only now did he understand why Fu Yuan Shengjun had previously enjoyed such privileges and such a status.

This level of power was beyond his comprehension.

Its body is over a thousand feet tall, as majestic as a mountain.

The single-body shape represents terrifying power.

Body size, while not a reliable indicator of absolute strength.

But its exaggerated size alone, represented by its mass, is enough to shake mountains and shake rivers.

A single, casual strike can inflict near-devastating damage on a city.

"Go!" The girl's cold voice rang out at that moment.

Although the voice was not loud, it had a very strong penetrating power.

In an instant, the sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, reaching the ears of all the people in the city.

As the girl's cool voice rang out.

The sword's shadow and blue light tore through the sky, as if it were about to overturn heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)