newbobooks Chapter 172 Ling Xiao Appears, Attracting Universal Attention
Chapter 172 Ling Xiao Appears, Attracting Universal Attention
Chapter 172 Ling Xiao Appears, Attracting Universal Attention
Above the sky, divine thoughts swept in.
"It's Ling Xiao! He's really not dead."
"Could it be that his identity is truly that of the son of the Lord of the Primordial Sacred Realm?"
"this……"
"How is that possible?"
The people were deeply moved. Ling Xiao had truly returned, just as the white-haired old man had said a thousand years ago; he would come back.
"Wait a minute, could it be that the descent of the Great Dao's will earlier was caused by him?"
"hiss!"
"Do not attempt to detect this with your divine sense; my primordial spirit has been shattered!"
"ah!!"
"He...he's a Great Dao Saint, how is that possible?"
"I understand now. The Great Dao's will descended earlier to congratulate him on becoming a Great Dao Saint!"
"Heavens! Is this primordial world about to have another Great Dao Saint?"
The crowd was utterly astonished, and their eyes, filled with admiration and envy, were fixed on the figure standing before the Nuwa Palace.
Becoming a Heavenly Saint is something that cultivators dare not even dream of, let alone the legendary Great Dao Saint.
In the midst of chaos, all the chaotic demons were stunned!
Hongjun could no longer sit still, because the fluctuations in his aura were so great that even the Zixiao Palace began to sway.
The boundless chaos begins to boil!
Hundreds of millions of living beings were terrified, shocked, and incredulous.
The Great Sage!
The Primordial Golden Immortal is even more transcendent than the Heavenly Saint.
This is something that countless living beings yearn for but cannot attain.
Yang Mei and Luo Hou, amidst the chaos, were filled with emotion. They never imagined that Ling Xiao could attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
"This fellow Daoist's attainment is comparable to ours!"
"Perhaps he really does come from the Primordial Sacred Realm?"
Inside Yangmei's dojo, Luo Hou looked at Yangmei with a face full of surprise and uncertainty.
He raised his eyebrows and sighed, "How can you say for sure? Hongjun, perhaps he offended someone he shouldn't have."
Deep within the chaos, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a green gauze robe gazed into the primordial wilderness, her eyes sparkling with complex emotions.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's expression shifted between light and shadow. He said, "Great Dao Sage, indeed, you truly astonish me!"
But even so, so what? What does it matter?
He is a peerless expert at the eighth level of the Dao Integration Realm!
A mere Great Dao Saint cannot cause any trouble in front of him.
He immediately issued orders to Taiqing, Yuanshi, Kunpeng, and Randeng to kill the three Lingxiao brothers.
Now that Ling Xiao has shown himself, we must annihilate them!
Hongjun now understands that all the variables probably come from Lingxiao.
If he isn't killed, the primordial world will never be at peace!
The Heavenly Dao Death Saint, who received Hongjun's telepathic message, had an unpredictable expression.
The person standing opposite is a Great Sage, not some nobody.
Who will attack first?
Who will die?
They did not attack immediately, but stood still and remained silent.
Now, let's talk about the many deities in the primordial world.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Yuanzi of Hongyun Town, the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan...
"It's good that you're still alive, fellow Daoist!"
Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi soared into the sky and descended upon the Nuwa Heaven.
People were moved.
These two men had the air of hermits, but upon seeing that they were still alive, they immediately left the temple.
It's easy to imagine how much they trusted this person.
At the same time, eleven ancestral witches of the witch clan, along with a group of great witches, also arrived.
Houtu, the Goddess of Peaceful Heart, descended upon the primordial world for the first time after attaining enlightenment.
Emperor Jun Taiyi of the demon race sat in his divine chariot, followed by the Ten Great Demon Saints, 365 Demon Gods, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals.
As far as the eye could see, the army stretched out like clouds, with no end in sight.
A fierce wind raged, overturning heaven and earth.
"Lingxiao!"
Nuwa called out towards the distance.
She stood leaning against the railing under the eaves of the corridor, her smile captivating.
This is her first genuine laugh in a thousand years.
But her vision became increasingly blurry.
She was born with beautiful features and a cool, aloof demeanor. Looking at Ling Xiao not far from her, her expression was like a broken piece of beautiful jade, desolate and fragile.
I wanted to lift my feet and run towards him.
But even though his two legs were light and agile, they felt as if they were filled with lead.
I'm afraid that even the slightest movement will wake me up to find it's still a dream...
At this moment, Houtu wanted to rush down to the earth below, but instead stood under the rolling dark clouds, looking down at the crowd below.
Xuanming, who was usually carefree, dashing, and beautiful, did not make any move, but the joy in her eyes was clearly visible.
Two graceful figures drifted in from afar.
Those were two beauties with skin as white as an angel's.
It was Xihe and Changxi.
Upon seeing Ling Xiao standing calmly in front of them, the two smiled, and for a moment, the world lost its color.
Ling Xiao ignored the shoving from behind by Jieyin and Zhunti, who were trying to push him to the front. Instead, he remained standing in place, watching the familiar faces.
What is a bond?
That's what we call grudges and resentments.
When looking back, one might let out a hearty laugh or have a nostalgic expression.
You can talk about the old days with your children and grandchildren.
If there is no solution, all living beings will be buried in the earth ten thousand years from now.
Ling Xiao wanted to say to himself 20,000 or 30,000 years later, "It's just a little bit of hardship!"
Instead of sleeping in a cold tomb, buried with gratitude and resentment forever!
The weather is not cooperating today.
The rain poured down relentlessly.
Ling Xiao was soaked to the bone. He looked at Nuwa, spread his arms, and said, "The wind and rain are so strong, come over if you're cold."
The graceful figure under the palace eaves ran towards him.
She threw herself into his arms.
Its two legs clung to Ling Xiao like a koala, locking him tightly.
Ling Xiao was speechless. "Have you never been hugged before? Can't you be a little more polite?"
Nuwa said, "You're right, only you have ever held me."
"Lingxiao, proclaim to heaven and earth that you will be with me forever and ever."
She looked at him with deep affection.
Ling Xiao remained silent for a while, then feigned a smile and said, "That's for sure, but now is not the time to talk about this. Let's talk about it later. Come down first; everyone's watching."
Nuwa then released him, obediently got down, and looked up at the person in front of her, her eyes sparkling.
Ling Xiao nodded in return to his friends who came to visit him.
Houtu, Xuanming, the Wu and Yao clans, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Styx...
At this moment, the Mount Sumeru formation was opened, and the disciples of the Western Sect also descended upon Nuwa's Heaven.
As the number of living beings increased, the expressions of the Four Sages of Heaven grew increasingly gloomy and uncertain.
finally.
Ling Xiao's gaze shifted to the Four Sages of Heaven. He walked towards them step by step, his aura as a Great Dao Sage steadily increasing.
The overwhelming pressure from the Great Dao Saint forced the four to tremble, unable to contain their fear, and they retreated step by step.
At this moment, all eyes were on Lingxiao's figure in the Nuwa Heaven.
Everyone was shocked.
Before they even made a move, the Four Sages of Heaven were already overwhelmed by the pressure and were on the verge of being defeated.
(End of this chapter)