Chapter 660: Chapter 6 Lifeless True Saint (July – Request for Monthly Votes!)
Heavenly Saint Star, a certain small tavern.
“How did the Fierce Sun Sect just get exterminated, after all, that was a force with a Venerable, a true Overlord sect…”
Venerable, on Heavenly Saint Star, is the title for beings of the Seventh Realm, and with the highest being the Eighth Realm Saints, a power that boasts a Venerable is an apex Overlord, no one would dare provoke it, it caused an uproar because the Fierce Sun Sect was destroyed.
Even some of the remote places came to know of it.
“There are only a few powers capable of annihilating the Fierce Sun Sect…”
They dared to discuss, but they definitely did not dare to say too much.
At this moment, a little beggar came to them.
“Good sirs, please be merciful…”
The people discussing were immediately amused, “To dare ask cultivators for food, you’ve got guts, little beggar, take this!”
The person discussing flung a half-eaten roast chicken onto the ground like throwing out trash.
In truth, they were merely beginners in Cultivation, not considered strong within the First Realm, otherwise, they wouldn’t be in such a tavern.
However, facing a beggar living day to day, they still felt very “proud.”
The little beggar quickly picked up the roast chicken from the ground, thanked them profusely, then fled the tavern before the bartender could react, provoking the two cultivators to laugh heartily.
Once he reached a small alley, he quietly began eating the roast chicken.
However, for some reason, the sense of hatred within him rose again.
Dog… no, perhaps he should be called Xia Yang.
One of the former True Inheritors of the Fierce Sun Sect, Fourth Realm, among the top powers’ True Inheritors with average potential.
Although he wasn’t the sect’s Saint Heir, few knew that he was actually a direct descendant of the Fierce Sun Sect’s Venerable.
He realized his own potential very early, the probability to reach the same power as his Venerable ancestor was minuscule, hence he harbored no ambitions and was just occupying a True Inheritor’s spot while waiting for death.
Under the protection of the Venerable, as long as he didn’t seek trouble, he would mostly avoid disaster.
He might even die before the old ancestor, so he had no more concerns.
But not long ago, everything changed!
That day, the old ancestor found him, telling him to find a way to leave the Fierce Sun Sect, as great calamity would befall the sect, he himself needed to flee.
He, a mere Fourth Realm True Inheritor with no notable reputation, had a chance to escape.
After disclosing this, the old ancestor left without leaving anything behind.
He didn’t know what happened, but clearly, if the Venerable old ancestor said so, it was a serious calamity.
Without hesitation, he intended to leave immediately.
Unfortunately, he was a step too late.
Before he could leave, the Fierce Sun Sect was attacked.
In the end, completely annihilated!
Yet, he should have died with them, but—
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a little beggar.
He had faint memories of this little beggar, whom he once helped, although it seemed after he left, the beggar had met with a disaster and died on the streets, then he arrived.
He knew which faction had taken action by dying in that disaster.
The Heavenly Saint Palace, reigning over the Heavenly Saint Star for thousands of years, high above all.
He harbored resentment and desired revenge, but the little beggar’s body was riddled with hidden injuries, like countless thick hairs. If he were still himself, he could effortlessly resolve this issue, but as a beggar, where could he find resources, he had no means to start the first step of Cultivation, even if he remembered numerous Cultivation Techniques, he was helpless.
But he couldn’t die, even if there was a sliver of hope, he had to grab it!
“Almost there, these days I’ve been finding ways to replenish my body, maybe it won’t be long before I can start Cultivating…”
Originally, he had sneaked into the tavern to see if he could get some food to fill the void in his body, not expecting to overhear talk about the Fierce Sun Sect.
Getting half of a roast chicken was a fortunate occurrence for him.
As long as there’s that faint chance, anything can be abandoned, even if it means falling into the abyss.
“But next time, I can’t do this again, it would not be good if anyone discovered something fishy!”
He was unsure why the Heavenly Saint Palace would act against the Fierce Sun Sect, but he knew the matter was certainly not simple. Before having the strength, he didn’t want any chance of exposure.
Soon after finishing the chicken, he continued wandering.
At night, instead of sleeping, he secretly ran to an open space to start Cultivation, after so long he finally could practice some Cultivation Techniques.
This was a secret technique of the Fierce Sun Sect, one that absorbed the power of Taiyin Star to strengthen the physique.
The sparse moonlight fell and entered his body.
Just then, a sphere of light descended and quickly merged into his body.
“Lifeless True Saint, True Void Homeland!”
A chant echoed in Xia Yang’s mind, startling him awake in his Cultivation.
Being a True Inheritor of a top sect, he naturally knew he might be under the watch of a powerful being.
Since inexplicably surviving, he was extremely vigilant, afraid that his secrets would be discovered.
“Lifeless True Saint is about to bestow his brilliance, True Void Homeland descends to earth, to save the people, and you, are the chosen one of Lifeless True Saint!”
A mini Faith World recited the predefined words of Wang Sheng, beginning to hoodwink Believers.
At that moment, Wang Sheng’s gaze had just descended.
Lifeless True Saint, the code name he had chosen, after all, to gain Believers, it must be a name of high standing.
The Faith World was essentially derived from the “Lifeless Vacuum Sensing Chapter,” so he borrowed it directly.
Yet, he had no plans to re-establish anything like the White Lotus Sect.
Lifeless Mother, was in fact not something created by a Cult like the White Lotus Sect, but originated from the Luo Sect, simply a god worshiped among commoners, only often utilised by various factions, eventually appearing in many works as the image of an Evil God.