The divine light swept across the sea of stars, its radiance vast and magnificent.

Miles… hundreds of thousands of miles… hundreds of millions of miles… it reached everywhere, filling the sky and covering the earth.

In an instant, heaven and earth shook. The ubiquitous spiritual energy and vital essence surged uncontrollably, as if cheering, as if worshiping.

The Four Seas, which had barely calmed, roiled once more, and countless beasts stirred upon the boundless earth.

All directions fell silent. Under the heavens and myriad realms, all sentient beings trembled, prostrated themselves, and bowed in the direction of this place.

In a single instant, the sounds of Buddhist chants echoing within the heavens were completely suppressed.

Buzz!

In the next instant, under the gazes of countless people, a majestic and supreme will descended from beyond the heavens. It traversed the boundless galaxy in a single step, stirring up changes in the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, and bringing forth various phenomena.

Divine phoenixes danced, heavenly dragons soared, celestial flowers floated, and golden lotuses bloomed from the earth…

"The Emperor descends to the mortal realm!"

Above the Imperial Court, the expressions of the Azure Gold Divine Emperors were complex. Within the Imperial Court, the gods trembled…

Roar!

Within the boundless South Sea, where the waves were like mountains, the dragon's roar was fierce. Thousands of azure dragons soared from the depths, intertwining and transforming into a sacred and majestic dragon gate.

Behind the dragon gate, a holy dragon seemed to lower its eyes.

Wuwu~

Within a desolate and cold passage, the sound of ten thousand ghosts and gods wailing suddenly flashed and disappeared.

A pair of pale, unremarkable eyes slowly lit up, and in their indifferent and cruel gaze, a boundless and empty Yin-Shrouded Ghost City was reflected.

That ghost city spanned a realm, so large that it defied description. And at this moment, within the empty ghost city, the sounds of ghosts and gods wailing echoed, rising like a tangible substance into the sky, as if to tear apart that invisible barrier.

To reappear in the world.

"Di Yan… hahaha… hahahaha…"

Above the sea of blood that stretched across the boundless demonic realm, the Great自在天魔主 (Da Zizai Tian Mo Zhu) sat upon a blood lotus, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. In the distant reaches, demons and asuras danced and howled, the sea of blood churning as if countless demons were writhing within.

"Excellent, excellent."

Atop Mount Sumeru, beneath the old tree, 灭生 (Mie Sheng) rested his hands on his knees, slowly closing his eyes, allowing endless Buddhist light to burst forth, surging straight into the heavens, seemingly transforming into a golden bridge spanning the realms, heading towards the outer reaches.

Heaven and earth trembled, yet all under heaven was silent.

Da Zhou, Da Liang, Yuhua… Nanzhan, Dongsheng, the Four Seas… countless cultivators' expressions changed. The weak looked blankly at the sky, and even the strong were bewildered.

"They, they…"

On the Heavenly Qi Terrace, Long Xingyi looked around in a daze. Seeing the scenes, he only felt a chill run down his spine. His hand gripping the divine sword trembled, and his voice was like a groan:

"They, are they back?!"

There was no despair,

Even the fluctuations of emotion had disappeared.

Long Xingyi's body swayed, his mind blank. In that instant, he almost lost all perception of the outside world.

This was a scene he had never seen in the future!

But he knew very well what this scene represented, what it meant.

The Saints had descended…

And not just one person, but possibly all of them!

"Familiar, yet strange."

Beneath the Bodhi tree, Qiao Da Mo murmured to himself, "It's just a little early…"

He had seen this scene on 'another version of himself.' Although it came earlier than he had imagined, it did not surprise him too much.

Even, his heart was as still as an ancient well.

Or rather, he was also waiting for this day.

"This aura…"

Amidst the dispersing smoke and clouds, Yang Jian's face was slightly pale.

The Daomen Yuanshen Daoists scattered like birds and beasts after Xuan Xiao was suppressed, and the擎天战阵 (Qingtian Zhanzhen) naturally collapsed. He was startled by Qiao Da Mo's changes and casually killed a batch, but he didn't really chase after them.

Feeling this somewhat familiar will, Yang Jian felt a throbbing in his heart. He looked up at the sky, and in a trance, he felt as if a Divine King was lying in the clouds above the nine heavens.

Looking down at all living beings with an extremely calm gaze, and also, looking at himself.

"This era is truly special, lively!"

Heavenly music flowed down, reaching everywhere. A grand voice resounded simultaneously in all realms and continents: "Extraterrestrial demons, Yin-Shrouded Ghosts…"

Above the nine heavens, within the clouds, Di Yan stood with his sword, his calm eyes reflecting Qiao Da Mo, who was clasping his hands together beneath the old tree:

"And you, wandering fish who have roamed the inter-dimensional space for ten thousand eras!"

The vast river was endless, without beginning or end, running through everything, reaching everywhere, omnipresent, from ancient times to the future. All living beings were in it, but in the end, some people by chance.

Could jump out of the river, or may not reach their level, but they could also wander in the interlayer, muddleheaded, but also considered immortal.

A wandering fish who has roamed for ten thousand eras?

Yang Jian's heart trembled, and Qiao Da Mo also frowned slightly, chewing on these words, lost in thought: "The Saint recognizes me?"

"Born of Qi, united with Qi and undying. Wandering fish who have roamed for ten thousand eras, I naturally have some impression. It's a pity, you probably don't remember your past, after all, it wasn't very good, whether you remember it or not, it doesn't seem to matter."

Behind the冕旒 (mianliu), a ripple appeared in Di Yan's eyes:

"Are you willing to become the Seventh Yang of the Heavens?"

He deeply gazed at Qiao Da Mo beneath the ancient tree.

Wandering fish in space-time are not common, only a few have existed since ancient times, and most of them are guided by them to reincarnate. This is also the origin of the first batch of 'near-Saints' in the world.

This wandering fish is not special, but at this time, under the cover of that Bodhi tree…

Boom!

The undisguised divine sound also echoed simultaneously between heaven and earth. Many great cultivators who understood the meaning of the words were shocked, their eyes bursting with bright light.

The sea of stars was boundless, and there were as many stars as the sands of the Ganges, but only six great suns were different from the ordinary.

The six great suns patrolled the realms, scattering light across the sea of stars, not tangible celestial bodies, but the manifestation of various laws and Dao essences. In other words, that was the Saint's Dao principle reflected in the heavens!

The Seventh Yang, what did this mean?

In that instant, the heavens and earth became even more silent. The Imperial Court, the Great Dragon Gate, the demonic realm, and other unknown places were even more eerily quiet, oppressively terrifying.

Above the Imperial Court, the eyes of the Azure Gold Divine Emperors burned like fire, their minds surging, and even giving rise to great unwillingness.

It was agreed that the battle for the Saintly Throne would be given to others like this?!

"Seventh Yang…"

Even Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little tempted when he heard this, but he immediately shook his head, mocking himself for his lack of mental cultivation, and being thrown into disarray by a single sentence.

"A great temptation…"

Qiao Da Mo's expression changed slightly, as if he was moved.

"Dao, Buddha, God, Demon, Ghost, Demon, take whatever path you want, but the opportunity is only once, and only at this moment."

Di Yan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently:

"If you want to become a Buddha, then become a Buddha, if you want to become a demon, then become a demon! This is the sincerity that I, offer you."

"Indeed, it is a great sincerity, it seems there is no reason to refuse… but…"

Qiao Da Mo looked at the majestic divine being in the clouds and said faintly: "Four hundred years ago, I passed through 'Linglong Dao', and it happened that Linglong Dao City was expanding, and several small cities merged with it.

At that time, most of the people in the small cities were happy and joyful, but an old man sighed long and short, I saw it and was curious, and asked him why he didn't like it but sighed…"

Di Yan remained silent.

Yang Jian, who was standing on the ground, raised his voice: "What did that old man say? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Qiao Da Mo nodded slightly and said, "... That old man said that the merging of the cities was because Dao City needed the small cities, not to give benefits to the small cities... So at this time, the Saint 'bestows' the Saintly Throne upon me, what does he need me to do?"

Qiao Da Mo's heart was like a mirror, unmoved.

He didn't know what the Saints intended to do, but the things contained behind it would not be small, since the Saints could give up such a great 'benefit' as the 'Saintly Throne'.

"It seems, you have refused…"

When Di Yan heard this, a flash of light appeared in his eyes, but he sighed:

"You are very suitable, it's a pity."

"No."

Under the Bodhi tree, Qiao Da Mo clasped his hands together, his eyes calm, his treasure-like appearance solemn:

"How can I refuse such good fortune?"