Chapter 358: The Holy Tomb!
The aura around Lu Qingyang gradually settled.
And Lu Qingyang awoke from his cultivation!
"You're awake."
Wudaozi said from beside him.
Lu Qingyang gave a slight nod.
"What time is it outside now?"
"Ten thousand years have passed!"
"The Great Luo Battlefield has ended!"
"And… I should be going!"
At this, Wudaozi sighed, then extended his hand.
In the next moment, a spear appeared in his grasp.
The spear radiated a dark, shadowy light from tip to butt, as if a black dragon coiled around its shaft!
The pressure emanating from it shook Lu Qingyang to his core!
"This spear was found by me on an ancient battlefield. It is called the Demon-Destroying Spear."
"In the future, when you campaign across the Myriad Realms, it should prove useful."
"Consider this my last token of care for the Star Realm."
"Moreover, you have now stepped into the Myriad Realms Quasi-Saint Realm. You can now contend with Saints!"
"If the opportunity arises, help the Star Realm's will as much as you can."
Wudaozi sighed softly.
Then his figure flashed.
He dissolved into a scattering of light motes!
And his voice still echoed beside Lu Qingyang's ear!
"Beware the Eerie Saints!"
Lu Qingyang knew he was warning him about the matters of the Uncanny Realm!
"Many thanks!"
Lu Qingyang sighed softly. He never imagined Wudaozi would care so much for the Star Realm.
And at this moment, the aura on Lu Qingyang's body surged once more.
In the next instant, the Star Realm's will descended again!
It seemed to want to send something into Lu Qingyang's body.
Only…
The power of law on Lu Qingyang was far too overbearing.
For a time, it actually could not merge!
After all, Lu Qingyang was at the Myriad Realms Quasi-Saint Realm.
But in the span of a breath, the power of law merged into Lu Qingyang's body.
In that moment, Lu Qingyang felt he could sense the position and existence of the Star Realm's will.
He drew a deep breath.
Then his mind stirred.
The next moment…
Lu Qingyang appeared in a void!
This was the space above the Star Realm!
The Star Realm's will appeared before him once more!
Only this time, the way it looked at Lu Qingyang was somewhat different.
Because…
It sensed that Lu Qingyang's momentum even faintly surpassed its own!
"Star Realm's will, pays respects to Saint Lu!"
The Star Realm's will spoke respectfully.
Now that Lu Qingyang had become a Quasi-Saint of the Myriad Realms.
Even though it was the will-body of countless Greater Thousand worlds, it had no choice but to be respectful.
"No need for that. You and I share a great debt of grace."
"Speak. How can the Star Realm be saved?"
Lu Qingyang said solemnly.
"Slay Quasi-Saints! Or Saints!"
"Hm? It's that simple?"
"Indeed. Saint Lu is one acknowledged by my will. The Saints you slay with your own hands will have their Saint's Origin transported to the Star Realm."
"In this way, the Star Realm can be strengthened."
"And the Saint's Origin will not only strengthen my will, but also make it possible for Saints to emerge within my Star Realm!"
"Among them, you shall be the first Saint!"
Lu Qingyang understood.
"By the way, I must also remind you of something."
"The Saint's Origin is only useful if the Saint is slain by your own hands. Otherwise, it cannot be transported!"
Hearing the Star Realm's will, Lu Qingyang nodded.
"I understand. It seems that if I wish to attain sainthood, I must undergo a long and bloody war!"
"Yes!"
"Then how do I find the other Quasi-Saints of other realms?"
"I will send you there myself."
"The struggles between the Myriad Realms have never ceased."
The Star Realm's will spoke again.
"Good! In that case, send me there now."
Lu Qingyang's voice was calm.
At this moment, he greatly wished to assess his own combat strength.
Because…
He could no longer wait to fight!
"Good!"
The next moment, the Star Realm's will acted again, transforming into a divine radiance ten thousand zhang tall.
Then it enveloped Lu Qingyang entirely.
Lu Qingyang felt a mighty force surge forth.
And then he vanished…
…
…
"Boom!"
When Lu Qingyang awoke again.
The sound of fierce battle rang in his ears.
He looked up and found himself on a battlefield.
And within the battlefield, several auras were locked in fierce combat.
He saw them clad in treasured robes, wielding sacred treasures.
And each one's aura was overbearing — they were all Quasi-Saint existences.
Lu Qingyang's sudden appearance did not draw anyone's attention.
After all, this battlefield was called the Saint Tomb!
A single Quasi-Saint could not stir the slightest ripple here.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang silently summoned the Demon-Destroying Spear.
Then his figure flashed, and he vanished from where he stood.
The next moment!
The void beside a Quasi-Saint suddenly distorted, and a pitch-black spear thrust out.
The man was pierced through by the spear before he could even react.
Lu Qingyang's mind stirred, and the spear flew back to his hand.
At the same time, a white light surfaced on the man's body!
The white light condensed into a white crystal, then slowly merged into Lu Qingyang's body.
Is this the Saint's Origin?
Lu Qingyang found it somewhat strange.
And at this moment, the man's corpse collapsed to the ground.
But his death caused everyone on the battlefield to retreat in terror.
They stared in horror at the Demon-Destroying Spear in Lu Qingyang's hand.
In that moment, how could they not understand.
This newcomer was no simple Quasi-Saint powerhouse.
He was an existence of incomparably overbearing strength.
"Could he be a Quasi-Saint of the Myriad Realms!"
Someone spoke in a low voice.
"It's possible."
Another nodded in agreement.
Lu Qingyang did not understand what these people were saying.
But from their conversation, he did learn one piece of information.
That was, the one he had just hunted…
Was not a Quasi-Saint's true body.
It was something like a clone.
A clone sent to participate in the battle?
Lu Qingyang murmured softly.
"So be it. Since clones also carry the Saint's Origin, then let me slaughter every Quasi-Saint on this battlefield."
As soon as the words left his mouth.
Lu Qingyang vanished again.
At the same time, the Demon-Destroying Spear in his hand thrust out once more!
Another Quasi-Saint died in shock!
Lu Qingyang's mind stirred.
He obtained another Origin crystal.
In that moment!
The Quasi-Saints on the field finally panicked.
And they finally grasped the situation.
"Retreat!"
They did not dare confront Lu Qingyang, and hurriedly scattered in all directions.
After all, this was no Quasi-Saint powerhouse of their own tier.
This was a Quasi-Saint of the Myriad Realms.
An existence capable of slaughtering them.
Even if they were only participating as clones, it still consumed their own strength!
Consume too much, and even their true bodies might perish!
Seeing this, a cold sneer flashed through Lu Qingyang's eyes.
You want to leave? Did you ask me?
As soon as the words left his mouth.
His figure flashed.
He instantly appeared behind a Quasi-Saint.
"You—!"
That Quasi-Saint had just wanted to beg for mercy.
But before he could even cry out, his head was directly pierced through by the Demon-Destroying Spear.
Then the white light surfaced on his body.
An Origin crystal slowly merged into Lu Qingyang's body.
Lu Qingyang vanished again.
The next moment, he caught up with another Quasi-Saint.
"Damn it!"
"Let's kill this Quasi-Saint of the Myriad Realms together!"
"Everyone, attack together!"