Chapter 32: The Majestic Law of the Quasi-Saint's Authority

  The magnificent hall of square and round was filled with people from various major forces, great gods, and scattered cultivators from the vast expanse of the Desolate Lands.

  Suddenly, the thirty-six silver gates of ancient simplicity disappeared. Yang Le suddenly raised his head and felt that the complex laws in the vast sky above were extremely active, as if the fundamental laws of the universe were turbulent for a moment, and the magnificent law flow traversed the sky.

  At this time, the gods and the existence of the god master level also seemed to have felt an extremely obvious fluctuation in the law, knowing that they had realized something, but it was a matter of grasping the time to comprehend the revealed law torrent above.

  Yang Le only then personally felt the might of a quasi-Saint level existence, integrating part of the origin laws, every move stirring up a certain kind of origin fluctuation in the universe. When a Saint emerges, there must be heavenly signs; this quasi-Saint is not much different either.

  Thirty-six magnificent beams of light shot down from the distant sky, instantly enveloping the thirty-six purple jade thrones in the central hall. A surge of power swept through the entire hall, and dazzling light filled the entire hall with an ocean of light.

  After a long time, when the light faded away, thirty-six quasi-saint level existences were already seated on the throne. Yang Le didn't dare to use his perception scan, fearing being detected by them with their unpredictable divine power. At a glance, in Yang Le's eyes, their benevolent or overbearing or transcendent or mysterious aura and appearance weren't very shocking. What shocked Yang Le was that in his intuition, it seemed as if they had become the embodiment of the law, possessing infinite and boundless power.

  One by one, the laws originated from the ocean of yuanqi that traverses the vast expanse, connecting heaven and earth in an infinitely distant vertical direction. They seem to have become tributaries of the cosmic law's torrential flow, and the power of heaven and earth is immeasurable.

  Yang Le asked himself that after achieving the true body of Pangu, even if he were to face a quasi-saint who wielded the power of the Pre-Heavenly Spirit Treasure, he would only be able to escape with his skin intact. Yang Le believed that even if he used his last resort, the Canghua Knife and the Twelve Heavenly God-Killing Array, he could only wound the quasi-saint and then make a narrow escape.

  The land of recruitment, in the sea of consciousness, the creation knife lightly hums, and the momentum is surging. Yang Le suddenly discovered a fierce killing intent hidden in an existence at the quasi-saint level, filled with the will to slaughter the world, with unparalleled dominance.

  At this time, that quasi-saint existence seemed to perceive something and turned its head to look over here. Yang Le hurriedly retracted the aura of Yuanshen Cihua Knife and stood still like a boulder, hiding in the depths of his consciousness sea.

  That existence searched for a while, without realizing anything, and then ignored it.

  Yang Le paid special attention to six quasi-saints, one of whom was naturally the Saintly God Ku Rong, an elder of the Cloud Heaven Wood clan. He had a head of green hair and kind eyes that seemed to hold a deep wisdom. However, as soon as he sensed the boundless vitality and natural aura within his body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence.

  The second one was a silver-haired, white-clothed, and veiled woman who gave Yang Le a mysterious, ethereal, yet full of universal love and selflessness feeling, which was quite contradictory. It was as if she was a bright and dazzling light that was difficult to decipher. She must be the legendary Moon Goddess, the sacred goddess of the Lunar Clan, Ao Yue.

  The third is the sacred god of the solar clan, Yaotian, whose body emits a scorching high temperature, and amidst the dense vitality, there are waves of terrifying destructive aura.

  Fourth is Shizuru, the Saint Ancestor of the Water Clan, with a misty aura surrounding her body, making it impossible to see through, but that mature figure is still so provocative.

  The fifth one was a slender, three-eyed young man, and Yang Le knew that it was the mark of the Dream Demon clan. He must be the Holy Demon of the Dream Demon clan. When Yang Le looked at his third eye, which was emitting a misty aura, he felt as if he had returned to that period on Earth, dreaming of all sorts of strange scenes, and the phrase "a dream cycle is not in vain" was indeed true.

  The sixth was the enchanting Saint Magician of the Devil clan, Qinyue, whose curvaceous and seductive physique made Yang Le's mouth dry.

  At this time, a majestic middle-aged man with golden armor and red hair sitting on top of the crowd opened his mouth: "All of you gods in the vast wilderness, you should know that the once-in-a-million-year Devouring Abyss Array has weakened prematurely. Something must have changed. Therefore, all the saints, sacred demons, and sacred monsters in the vast wilderness have decided to join forces with the entire wilderness to overcome this crisis and drive the ferocious beasts back into the Devouring Abyss."

  Another saint devil spoke up, "We have already discussed and decided that this time's action will be led by the Void Illusion Saint God, one of the seven great scattered saints. This time, we will use the Starry Sky Transmission Gate newly refined by the Void Illusion Saint God to deploy our troops, minimizing losses."

  ……

  Then comes the formation of various divine and demon legions in the Primordial Chaos, with each legion led by a powerful deity or demon lord, guarding various checkpoints and regions within the Primordial Chaos, able to come and go freely through the Starry Sky Transmission Gate.

  Yang Le listened, anyway, it had nothing to do with himself. The Xianyao Island was still unknown to the people of Honghuang, and only those powerful organizations in Honghuang were mobilized. For individual hidden cultivators like Da Shentong, there wouldn't be any subordinates available for deployment, they just needed to serve as high-end combatants to resist this disaster.

  This grand gathering of the Primordial Chaos has been going on for ten years, but in the eyes of the gods and demons, these ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

  After everything was arranged, the entire Honghuang had its first and last grand gathering of all three forces of gods, demons, and monsters, which came to an end here.

  The Starry Sky Transmission Gate reappeared, and after the Sacred God's magic had dissipated into thin air, the massive flood began to recede.

  Yang Le and others were just about to get up when Yun Tian shouted from a short distance away, "Brother Yang, over here." He continued to wave his hand to signal them.

  Yang Le brought the people of Xiao Yao Island to Yun Tian's presence, gave Yun Tian a warm hug, and said: "Not bad, huh? You've advanced to the position of ancient god in just over 600,000 years." Yang Le was truly delighted for Yun Tian's achievement.

  Yun Tian also hadn't seen Yang Le for many years, and he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. He said with joy: "Thanks to the Nine Dragon Cauldron that Brother Yang gave me, I've already refined most of it over the years. With the assistance of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, I successfully broke through."

  "By the way, Brother Yang, where are you building your cave mansion now? If I have time, I can often go to yours. Who are these people behind?"

  Yang Le then told Yun Tian the location of his Xianyao Island and introduced Yang Le's Tongzi and the four guardians of Xianyao Island to Yun Tian.

  At this time, a group of stunning beauties slowly walked towards Yang Le.

  "Who is this..." one of the girls in a light yellow long dress with a veil asked Yun Tian. Her voice was as clear and crisp as an oriole's, without any impurities.

  Yun Tian's face suddenly turned stuttering, and he said: "Th-th-this is..."

  "I'm Yun Tian's sworn brother Yang Le, you can just call me Big Brother Yang like Yun Tian does." Yang Le said with a big brotherly face, having already guessed from Yun Tian's expression that this kid was secretly in love with someone.

  "By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet, miss?"

  "Huang Lin", the girl in the light yellow long dress suddenly became flustered, with a gentle and shy appearance.

  "Hmph", a cold hum, a fiery red long skirted and masked girl spoke sarcastically: "Thick-skinned".

  Yang Le didn't mind, and said to Huang Lin: "My cave is on the Wandering Island, near the Desolate Demon Gorge and the Qin Tian Empire. When you have time, come with Yun Tian to play on my Wandering Island. Moreover, there is a Heavenly Spiritual Spring in our Wandering Island, which was formed by the simultaneous nourishment of the sun, moon, and stars between heaven and earth, and it's most effective for protecting one's skin and preserving one's beauty, as well as transforming one's body."

  The girl in the red skirt was initially annoyed that Yang Lei ignored her, but as soon as she heard that he had a Tian Di Ling Quan that could protect and nourish her skin, her eyes lit up, clearly showing great interest.

  More than ten beauties next to her also showed some unusual movements.

  Yang Le saw that there were still a few familiar faces inside and went forward saying: "Shui Bi, Xiang Ya, it's been a long time since we last met."

  "Earlier I didn't have a chance to thank Yang Shenyou for taking care of my brother, so here I want to say thank you."

  Xin Ya heard this and just nodded lightly, with a cold and elegant demeanor.

  Yang Le knew her icy American personality and just nodded as a greeting.

  "Who is this?" Yang Le asked the white-clothed masked woman from the previous fight for the Innate Spirit Treasure.

  "Frost Clan Chu Lan."

  Later, Yang Le met the gentle and weak Water Clan's Lan Xiang, the cold and cruel Gold Clan's Jian Huan, the fiery and passionate Fire Clan's Rong Dan, as well as the elegant and refined Sun Clan's Yun Yi, the lively and cheerful Thunder Clan's Lin Qian, and the melancholic and sensitive Wind Clan's Yu Lan.

  Although Yang Le couldn't see the stunning faces of the beauties, he felt that his own spring was approaching as he looked at the unique temperament and fragrance emitted by the masked girls.