Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 942 - 190: The Culmination of the Final Meridian, Master of the Numerous Stars (Guaranteed)_3
Chapter 942 -190: The Culmination of the Final Meridian, Master of the Numerous Stars (Guaranteed)_3
Ying Xiaoxiao quickly said, “He said he doesn’t want to get involved. Even if the Source Ancestor invited him, he would refuse.”
“He said it himself?”
“Yes.”
“Laughable!”
The Divine King’s eyes grew stern as he said, “So, the Source Ancestor didn’t even offer any conditions, and he would refuse? If the other side offered him richer terms, endless streams of incense fire, would he still refuse?”
Ying Xiaoxiao was momentarily stunned but quickly shook her head, saying firmly, “He would refuse.”
The Divine King saw her unwavering stance and instead chuckled angrily, “You’re not him, so how do you know he would refuse? Perhaps his rejection of you wasn’t because our demands weren’t tempting enough, but because he sees my Divine Clan as weak. After all, among All Heavens Saints, the Source Ancestor stands at the forefront, leading a formidable faction. His unwillingness to help our Divine Clan doesn’t mean he wouldn’t side with the Source Ancestor!”
Ying Xiaoxiao fell silent, her mind once again conjuring the face of that youth, along with their conversations, the times they had crossed paths in the Mortal World, and the chats by the bonfire in the little courtyard framed by a fence.
Her eyes regained their firm resolve. “He wouldn’t do it.”
“I can’t believe my bloodline could produce a lunatic like you.”
Mockery gleamed in the Divine King’s eyes. Obviously, he found Ying Xiaoxiao’s confidence laughable. How could a person’s heart remain immutable for eternity?
Back then, he and the Source Ancestor had once sat at the same table, drinking together, calling each other brother. Yet later, their alliance shattered without warning. Words of camaraderie turned overnight into battles of life and death. The earnest sincerity shared over clinking glasses had, in the end, transformed into the very blade that pierced his chest.
The human heart… He had long seen through it and no longer believed in it!
Instead of trusting so-called emotions, he trusted only the tangible power he held in his hands.
Only deterrence, only power, can make people submit more easily.
Pouring one’s heart into gentleness and compassion—how much aid could that truly win in the end?
That one battle shook the heavens and the earth. It wasn’t only his Divine Body that shattered; his Divine Heart was broken as well.
Those Saints who had once called him brother merely watched indifferently as he fell. From their gazes, he saw fear and indifference, but not a trace of past kinship.
All Saints… the hypocritical faces he would tear apart one by one!
This was the reason he sought his return and vengeance at any cost!
“Since you believe in him, even beyond believing in me, then I shall wait and see. When the great battle begins, will he stand by the Source Ancestor’s side? And will he draw his sword against you!”
The Divine King sneered, his eyes filled with mockery. As he looked at the kneeling woman, besides derision in his gaze, there seemed to be a glimmer of recognition—she reminded him of his past self, equally naïve and foolish.
So, this is my bloodline, he thought. It does indeed seem like my bloodline, but I am no longer the person I once was!
Seeing that the Ancestor did not mete out punishment, Ying Qingshuang’s tense expression visibly eased, though a heavy sigh lingered in her heart.
“Old Ying, I’m starving. After being trapped and sealed for all these years, my Divine Blood has drained dry—I need replenishment…”
At this moment, the Fire Candle Dragon spoke, its hoarse voice carrying a hint of thirst. Its gaze fell upon Ying Xiaoxiao and the others below, with a flicker of light seemingly gleaming within its eyes.
The Divine King, hearing these words, instantly deciphered its meaning and understood the hardships this old companion had endured.
After a brief moment of silence, he instructed Ying Qingshuang, “Prepare a live sacrifice. Select a batch of Semi-Saints to help restore the Candle Flame Body’s strength.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao froze in shock. Her face turned pale as she instinctively lifted her gaze toward the Candle Dragon God.
Yet, the majestic Dragon God of her childhood stories—the protector of the clan, the warrior who once battled All Saints—was now fixing its eyes on her with a piercing stare.
Within the flames flickering in its eyes, she saw greed and hunger.
Ying Qingshuang hesitated slightly but ultimately nodded in agreement.
She knew that within their Divine Clan flowed Divine Blood and Divine Power. Both the Ancestor and the Candle Dragon God had cultivated to the Universal Force Ultimate Realm and required the power of the same origin within their kind to recover.
If they could sacrifice themselves for this battle, surely there would be clansmen willing to do so.
…
In the Little Thousand World, within the Heavenly Sacred Land.
After Ying Xiaoxiao left, Li Hao returned to the small courtyard to resume his daily cultivation.
Besides condensing his Star Veins, he occasionally played chess with Hongyue, cooked fine delicacies for himself, and delved into the Cooking Dao.
His Cooking Dao experience had long since accumulated to the limit. If he could comprehend the Cooking Saint Dao, his Sword Dao could also break through to the Tenth Stage. At that point, his swordsmanship would advance further, and he could simultaneously cultivate the Immortal Guiding Sword Technique to its second layer, the Extreme Realm.
Among the three levels of Immortal Sword Skill, reaching the Extreme Realm was already an unparalleled feat, making him a peerless monster one in a billion, representing swordsmanship’s rumored pinnacle—the Ultimate Sword level!
Currently, he had only barely glimpsed the “Intent”—just the shadow of this Ultimate Sword.
Even so, to Sword Saints who had never witnessed the true Ultimate Sword, or even to Bian Ruxue, the Immortal Guiding technique he wielded already represented the zenith of swordsmanship in their eyes.
But true perfection—Li Hao yearned to see it for himself.
As for the third level, “Source,” it was even more terrifying.
As time passed, the number of Star Veins Li Hao condensed continued to increase, and the might gathering within him grew ever heavier. Every movement he made subtly tugged at the powers of the All Heavens Stars.
Even without manifesting the All Heavens Star Vein, Li Hao’s body could at any moment summon boundless power, enough to crush a Three Calamities Saint with a single blow.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The number of Star Veins within Li Hao reached 1,464.
As the Star Veins continued to condense, he began to faintly sense that these numerous veins seemed to surround one another, corresponding to positions across the All Heavens, forming some kind of formation!
“It feels like… I’m reaching the limit.”
The more Star Veins he condensed, the stronger this feeling became. Now, it seemed that he was only one step away.
