The Legend Of Futian Chapter 954
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Huang Xi’s voice exploded like thunder, causing the hearts of everyone before the mausoleum’s walls to shudder violently. They then saw the saints from Xihua Sacred Mountain being clapped hard and crashing to the ground, spitting blood as they got up. Saint Zhi, who had wanted to have a closer look, halted his steps altogether, keeping his eyes forward.
Huang Xi’s silhouette had been completely merged into the statue. His flesh, blood, bone, and even his will seemed to have totally merged with the statue. It was as if he had returned as his ancestor Renhuang.
When his blood merged with that of the statue, Huang Xi clearly sensed that the statue had been carved with refined blood of Renhuang. That thing left behind by his ancestor resonated with his blood and activated the will contained within. He clearly felt the connection between them, and furthermore, despite being of the same bloodline, the blood of the statue never dried and degraded. Such was the might of his ancestor. Even a statue left behind since ancient times was more than able to stun the saints.
The Sovereign family had truly been the descendants of Renhuang. Huang Xi had no regrets about his life, as he was now able to feel the might of his ancestor. As for Jiuge and Ye Futian, everything depended on their luck. At the very least, he would guard the place, not letting any of the saints get inside. He and Ye Futian had taken a look at the Imperial Mausoleum Map and knew it was truly at the center of the ruins. He wished that his ancestors would watch over Jiuge.
Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Hua Jieyu, and all the others stopped fighting and retreated back before the statue. Everyone from the Holy Zhi Palace who came was fighting for the Sovereign family. With Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge already inside and Huang Xi sealing the tomb up, there was little point for the battles there to continue.
At that moment, the statue that Huang Xi was merged with opened its huge eyes slowly and looked at Liu Zong’s direction. “Get lost.” The roar was an earth-shattering one. The statue trembled violently, bringing the pressure of Renhuang to bear. Liu Zong took control of the power of sainthood and resisted like mad, retreating from the statue at breakneck speed.
Boom. Another rumble was heard and Liu Zong was sent flying thousands of meters back, crashing onto the ground. Blood oozed from his mouth. He laid there and his spiritual will seemed as if it was about to be broken, his life hanging by a thread.
Huang Xi turned his eyes at the others and everyone retreated without hesitation. No one dared approach the statue after what had happened. Huang Xi was only a sage and it meant that he was free to fight anyone. Furthermore, he was most probably about to die and had nothing to lose. If the chance presented itself, he would have killed the saints as well.
It seemed that no one was able to enter anymore.
More saints came from afar, with the first to arrive being Saint Ji. He knew Ji Mo was killed, and as such, left the ancient hall and came at once. His face went pale after seeing what happened. Extremely dazzling light burst and his body seemed to have turned to light, appearing like a god. Though his powers were suppressed, Saint Ji showed what it meant to be ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking nonetheless.
The boundless light transformed into a huge sword, pulsing with brilliant light as if the space it occupied was about to be torn apart. Saint Ji stepped forward and his hands clapped. A flash of the sword burst through the air in an instant, heading straight for that Renhuang statue.
The eyes of the statue looked like those of Renhuang’s. The might of the heavens showered and the speed of the dazzling sword was suppressed. A pair of spectral hands appeared—Huang Xi’s hands—and a Renhuang Sword burst brilliantly, suppressing everything before it as it launched forward, clashing with the sword of light. The sword of light was crushed right there, and then and the huge sword continued moving forward, lashing out at Saint Ji.
However, Saint Ji possessed immense speed. Even though he was still suppressed with the overwhelming pressure, he was nonetheless able to disappear from where he stood with just one step, appearing in midair. However, he looked severely frustrated, discovering that he was unable to do anything against a statue. Even though it had been something left behind by Renhuang, a statue that had been standing around for over a thousand years was still a dead object. He burst with light that was even more brilliant, showing no fear whatsoever.
The walls of the mausoleum shuddered maniacally. All 36 statues shook at the same time. True might of the heavens descended from above, raining down on Saint Ji’s body. He frowned as he found that those objects actually attempted to suppress his saintly powers. Many figures before the walls quickly retreated and did not dare to approach any further in order to keep from getting caught in the crossfire.
Huang Xi’s expression was incredibly solemn. An imposing imperial pressure seemed to have manifested before the statue. A huge shadow appeared as if Renhuang himself had been revived.
Voom. A Renhuang Sword materialized yet again. It was the Life Spirit of Huang Xi, yet at that moment, the sword seemed to have become a true Renhuang Sword. It continued to grow in a size and a terrifying storm whipped up in the air around them. The place they stood turned very deadly. The sword shot high above the sky, coming to the very top of the sealed space. The vast area seemed to have been put under lockdown. Devastating storms rained down from above. Saint Ji’s expression looked pained as he finally felt the pressure.
“Huang Xi of the Sovereign family shall borrow a sword from the ancestors!” Huang Xi roared and a Renhuang shadow seemed to have appeared in midair, holding the holy Renhuang Sword. Its hands pressed down on the blade, and in an instant, the sword came down as if Renhuang had been wielding it, bringing terrible might to bear.
The sword of his ancestor was borrowed.
Saint Ji resisted like mad as the sword came down. Devastating storms of the great path whipped up in the air around them. His clothes were torn and his body retreated in a frenzy.
The sword seemed to be inescapable as it pressed down onto the area below. With a loud boom, everyone saw Saint Ji, who was ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking, being thrown away as well, crashing down with a whimper. His internal organs felt they were about to tear apart.
Killing intent filled Huang Xi’s eyes as he continued to borrow the might of Renhuang. Yet, at that very moment, a figure came and went like a flash of lightning, taking Saint Ji away and retreating faraway. That figure was none other than Ji Ya.
The scene caused countless present to shudder.
Huang Xi of the Holy Zhi Palace had only been a sage at the pinnacle of his training. Yet, on that very day, he had borrowed the Renhuang Sword of his ancestors and almost ended up killing Saint Ji, the Saint Ji who was ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking of the Nine States.
The ones from the Holy Zhi Palace watched Huang Xi solemnly. They were all naturally able to tell that the battle would be Huang Xi’s last. However, it was a battle that he could be proud of. Saints continued to come from afar, but none were able to do anything against Huang Xi.
Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge stepped inside the tomb. It was an empty world and did not look like a tomb at all. The place was filled with holiness. They were able to see incredibly faraway inside. They looked up and cast their gaze forward. Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge shuddered deep down.
There was a holy figure that looked even taller than the statue outside. It looked like a body of true flesh and blood instead of a statue. It looked like none other than Renhuang in the flesh. They almost thought it was truly Renhuang in the flesh. The shadow was so real that it was able to fool the eyes. That Renhuang from several thousand years ago seemed to have traveled through time and space, now standing before them, bringing the true might of Renhuang to bear.
Ye Futian was unable to help but recall the statue of Emperor Ye Qing. Back then, Emperor Ye Qing’s last sliver of will was imbued within that statue in Qingzhou City, which was awakened due to Ye Futian.
That Renhuang construct pressed down on the hilt of a sword with both hands, shining with brilliant light, emanating brilliance like none other. It was as if it had stayed pristine throughout the ages. There was also a bow somewhere at his side. The bow simply sat there without emanating anything. However, it was nonetheless something left behind by Renhuang, and they wondered what kind of ritual implement it was.
The Glass Saint had gambled everything just to get inside the mausoleum, for none other than a chance. Saint Xihua and the Zhou Sacred King had allied through a marriage alliance. Saint Zhi had declared that he would join the Sacred War as well, seemingly to work against Ye Futian.
The Glass Saint might have looked unperturbed, but no one else knew what was going through her mind. She knew then that between her and the Zhou Sacred King, only one of them would be able to emerge alive from the Sacred War.
As such, before the Sacred War truly broke out and the Sacred King had yet to move against the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, she had already sent Yuechan to investigate the Holy Zhi Palace. Jiang Yuechan had been staying at Zhongzhou City, the place where the Holy Zhi Palace was, all that while. As such, she did not blame the servant girl, who had been following her for years, despite knowing that she killed the mighty ones from the Yue clan. Jiang Yuechan was her servant girl as well as her student and sister. She knew that everything Yuechan did was for her sake.
At that moment, Ye Futian looked below the statue and saw two figures in their own corners. Aura ebbing around them. Those two were none other than the Glass Saint and the Zhou Sacred King, who had stepped into the tomb before everyone else. They both seemed to have been severely injured.
Both of them had dealt severe damage to each other. The Glass Saint’s Love Destroyer had even penetrated the sacred king’s body. Even saints could not simply ignore damages dealt by people of the same plane. As such, they had been fighting each other while sustaining injuries.
Both of them naturally continued to fight, seeing what lied before them after crashing into the tomb. For that brief moment, both figures seemed to have fought a terrifying battle with their lives on the line. However, at that moment, both of them simply sat quietly.
Ye Futian saw the two figures and walked towards them slowly. Despite sensing that both of them had sustained heavy injuries, he dared not let his guard down. They were both saints after all. There were huge, irreconcilable differences in power between saints and sages. Even though they had borrowed the power of the great path from the statues, they remained incapable of resisting Saint Xihua’s attacks. Such was the difference between them.
“Renhuang Ruins is right before your eyes, why aren’t any of you taking it?” Ye Futian said as he saw both of them. “Are you hurt, Sister Glass Saint?” He sounded rather cold when he said that, apparently very displeased with what she did before. When she had seen Jiang Yuechan and sensed her aura, Ye Futian already had some speculations, and what happened afterward confirmed them. It was too bad he had let his guard down. However, at that moment, he had to ally with the Glass Saint, as she was the only one at their side who was capable of resisting both Saint Xihua and the Sacred King. It did not help that Saint Zhi was also waiting to pounce.
The Glass Saint turned her eyes and looked at Ye Futian. In that very instant, Ye Futian saw her very beautiful eyes look rather devilish as if they had been tainted with terrible red light, looking very eerie.