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Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 424
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 11:01:01 +0000 UTCVolume 3 - Chapter 120: Betrayal, Tongli Final Stage - Part 2
Saints live long lives and are naturally acquainted with each other.
"Void Saint, how could a mere junior provoke your killing intent? You don’t seem to have any grudges with the Ji family, do you?"
The avatar of the Yang Saint spoke with a hint of curiosity, probing the other's motives with his question.
Hearing this, Li Hao felt as though cold water had been poured over him, chilling him from head to toe, abruptly sobering him up.
But what followed was a surge of shock, anger, and indignation.
This had all been too sudden. He had detected no signs earlier and had thought he held a trump card.
Was the so-called acceptance as a disciple just a façade?
And from the conversation, it seemed that this Saint harbored a grudge against the Ji family?
The bestowed mark—was it meant to ensure his death?!
"This boy is of Ji family blood? So that’s how it is..." The Void Saint’s avatar seemed to understand after hearing the other’s words. His hostility diminished significantly.
He knew that this Yang Saint had a deep-seated enmity with the Ji family’s ancestor. After the ancestor’s demise, he had reincarnated, severing all karmic ties from his past life. Even Saints could not deduce the whereabouts of a reincarnated soul unless the individual regained their past-life memories and cultivated back to the Saint Realm.
"In that case, if I deal with this boy, you won't intervene, will you?"
The Void Saint’s avatar spoke calmly.
"Of course not. It would save me the trouble. Even if you didn’t act, I would personally do it. This is no longer the Ji family’s territory, nor the mortal realm. Killing him won’t alert the Ji family," the Yang Saint’s avatar replied with great interest. "I’m just curious—how did he provoke you?"
"He injured my Holy Son. He must die."
The Void Saint’s avatar gave a concise response.
He didn’t reveal that this so-called test for accepting disciples had drawn the attention of the Primal Holy Land and Tianfeng Holy Land, and that this youth before them was already at the Seven Extremes Realm. If news of this got out, it would shake the entire Land of Saints. Although he knew it was impossible to keep this under wraps, killing Li Hao before the news spread would render everything irrelevant.
A fleeting prodigy, at most, would become the subject of some conversation before fading into the dust of history.
If he disclosed this information now, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t complicate matters, giving rise to unpredictable variables.
"I see."
Hearing this, the Yang Saint gave it no further thought. Aside from that, he couldn’t fathom how Li Hao could provoke a Saint.
"Then he’s yours to deal with."
With that, the Yang Saint turned and glanced at Li Hao, seemingly smiling faintly.
"Seek help from me? Did it never occur to you why I appeared immediately after the Ji family’s Extreme Dao Monument test? Do you think the one lurking near your doorstep is your neighbor—or your enemy?"
"Heh... the Ji family—I’ll ensure they never rise again!"
He let out a cold chuckle, his figure gradually dissipating before Li Hao’s eyes, showing no concern for the possibility of Li Hao’s survival.
After all, a Saint’s avatar personally taking action would render even the most extraordinary genius powerless.
Seeing the Yang Saint vanish without making a move against him, Li Hao, amidst his shock and anger, felt a faint sense of relief.
What he thought would be a savior had almost turned into certain doom!
Saints, Saints... Li Hao clenched his fists, a fury he could not express surging within him.
While the two conversed, he had discreetly healed his body and realized the sinister nature behind the mark.
The enemy, a nemesis of the Ji family’s ancestor, had been monitoring the Ji family. The Extreme Dao Monument test, which showcased a prodigy’s potential, was merely a trap. Should a prodigy of the Four Extremes Realm emerge, the enemy would notice and lure them in under the guise of taking them as a disciple, only to lead them to their doom!
It was all a scheme—a Saint’s calculation.
Although they hadn’t annihilated the Ji family entirely, they had ensured its extinction in another sense.
There would never be hope for ascension—unless this Saint fell.
In the face of Saints, all mortals were but ants. One might live, believing in a future, only to find themselves utterly hopeless.
For the first time, Li Hao felt a tinge of gratitude. Fortunately, his ambitions had delayed him from hastily activating the mark and acknowledging this figure as his master.
Had he recklessly activated it during his time in the mortal world, the enemy would have accepted him, only to cripple him, leading him astray and leaving him without hope of ever becoming a Saint—or outright killing him.
There was nothing more insidious or cruel than raising the descendants of one’s enemies under one’s nose as tools.
Sinister. Ruthless!
Li Hao now fully understood that Saints were not free of desires—they sought the unimaginable!
But there was no point dwelling on this now. His gaze shifted to the Void Saint’s avatar, his fury transforming into a weighty and faintly ferocious determination.
"That was your final trump card, wasn’t it? Time to die."
The Void Saint spoke coldly, as if declaring Li Hao’s death sentence.
Without further ado, the surrounding spatial forces surged like boiling water, transforming into countless sharp blades, pressing in on Li Hao with unstoppable force.
Li Hao’s eyes burned with fury and killing intent. At this point, he had no choice but to give his all and fight for a sliver of survival.
But did he truly have a chance?
Li Hao didn’t know. What he did know was that he couldn’t die so easily.
"Saints... Saints... if I survive, I swear I will crush your sacred lands and take your heads!"
Li Hao roared, his eyes bloodshot, as his body refining techniques operated at full capacity. His bones crackled, his blood and flesh surging with strength.
His physical strength gradually soared, nearing ten million jin. While this couldn’t compare to the heavenly forces he could now command, such raw physical power enhanced his overall capabilities, including his manipulation of heavenly forces.
Boom!
With a roar, Li Hao swung his sword fiercely, channeling the energy of an entire domain. His arms burned red, veins bulging as he mustered all his might to cleave through the heavens.
The sword energy streaked like a rainbow, instantly shattering two vortexes and slicing straight forward.
However, as it tore through, countless more spatial vortexes converged, slashing at Li Hao’s body with relentless force, leaving cuts across his form.
Behind Li Hao, countless shadows began to emerge, illusory figures conjured by the body refining techniques he had cultivated. His bones cracked and transformed, while his blood surged and strengthened. His regenerative abilities accelerated, but the spatial blades were too sharp, cutting through even the forty-nine layers of Dao Domain he had stacked. These layers served only to slow the assault momentarily.
"Void Annihilation Hand!"
Noticing that Li Hao was still holding on, the Void Saint’s avatar narrowed his eyes and raised a hand. The surrounding spatial forces coalesced, compressing into a massive hand resembling a black hole that crushed down toward Li Hao.
The Dao Domain collapsed instantly upon contact, ground to dust by the overwhelming force.
Li Hao roared in defiance, swinging his sword once more. The immense energy of the heavens and earth he summoned surged forth, only to be devoured by the black hole-like palm, unable to slow its descent.
Seeing this, Li Hao’s eyes reddened. With a loud roar, he shattered his own major meridians, drawing upon his full strength in a desperate bid to survive.
Boom!
He swung his sword with all his might, condensing an indomitable aura. His blood and flesh contracted, every refining technique he had ever mastered pushing his body toward its ultimate transformation.
A brilliant sword light erupted, colliding with the Void Annihilation Hand.
The void trembled violently as laws twisted and fragmented. Countless spatial blades converged, cutting into Li Hao’s body.
Around him, more spatial blades surged forward, undeterred by his desperate counterattack.
Li Hao’s body was riddled with wounds, his flesh torn apart as the sharp edges cut deep. But even as his body endured this relentless assault, his flesh and blood quivered and compressed. His physical strength continued to climb, eventually surpassing the ten-million-jin threshold.
At a critical moment, Li Hao felt his entire body tremble as though it had been peeled open. From deep within his quivering blood and flesh, a new and extraordinary force began to emerge.
It was as though he had touched the limits of life itself. His flesh and blood seemed to awaken a hidden secret, triggering a profound transformation.
A searing, volcanic heat surged through his body. It erupted from every bone and drop of blood, radiating from the deepest parts of his being.
Brilliant golden light burst forth from his wounds. The blood that had spilled moments ago turned into radiant liquid gold, exuding an aura of infinite vitality and divine might.
Li Hao’s mind reeled as countless insights poured into his consciousness. The extraordinary revelations of the Nine Stages of Body Refining became crystal clear, allowing him to grasp the nature of his transformation.
He had touched the Tongli Final Stage!
If the Tongli Extreme Stage represented divine power, with temporary surges in strength and golden flesh akin to divinity, this Tongli Final Stage transformed one’s very essence. His blood had changed at its root, becoming God Blood.
True God Blood.
This was no mere imitation of divinity. It was a fundamental transformation of his mortal body into that of a true god.
The golden blood coursing through his veins radiated immeasurable vitality. Each droplet of God Blood contained boundless strength, capable of producing an unyielding force.
Li Hao could feel it—this God Blood resonated with the Dao itself, eternal and indestructible.
"...Huh?"
The Void Saint’s avatar paused, sensing Li Hao’s sudden transformation. His expression darkened as he registered the unprecedented change.
The dazzling golden light and the unique aura emanating from Li Hao reminded him of a name: the Demon Race.
No—more precisely, the God Race.
An ancient race long sealed by the Saints. It was the original race of the Land of Saints.
"Transformation? So this is the secret of the God Race... They were originally human, cultivated to this state. And this realm—what is it?"
The Void Saint’s avatar discerned the shocking truth from Li Hao’s transformation, his gaze becoming grave.
So, the God Race wasn’t a foreign race—they were originally humans who had cultivated to such heights, leaving behind a divine bloodline that gave rise to their descendants.
In an instant, countless thoughts crossed his mind, but he quickly suppressed them. Fixating on Li Hao, whose flesh was healing rapidly and whose aura had grown terrifyingly powerful, his killing intent grew even colder.
"That makes you all the more deserving of death!"
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