Chapter 557 Holy Realm
"who is it?"

The old man frowned and put down the scroll in his hand. A young man followed behind him.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" asked the young man.

"There is a breath coming from the southwest, sweeping across everything, and spreading across most of Zhongzhou in a blink of an eye," the old man said, "Your cultivation is too low, so you can't feel it, but I'm sure many old guys have already noticed it."

He took out a map and drew a line: "The rocky forest is probably where the aura burst came from."

"Rock Forest?"

The young man was somewhat puzzled. "There are few people there, and almost no one passes by. Plus, the rocks there are strange, and it's easy to get lost once you enter, and get trapped inside. People usually go around it. Grandpa, are you saying there's something strange there?"

The old man stood up and pondered for a while before he said, "Shu'er, you don't know that this place was once the ancestral land of the Xiao clan. You should know Xiao Hong, that place is his clan land."

"Grandpa, are you talking about Xiao Hong, the Holy King of Ten Directions who roamed the world 1,800 years ago?" the young man asked.

"Yes, it is him. Xiao Hong is also a brilliant man with strong blood and energy. He broke through the realms of Move Blood, Luntai, Shenzang, Minggong, Tongtian, etc., all the way to the Holy King. He is only one step away from the Emperor Realm. But this step trapped him to death on the spot. His life span of ten thousand years is almost over, and he died helplessly."

The old man sighed and said, "You don't know that the Saint King's ability is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Rebirth by dripping blood and immortality are all easy things. If there is no limit to the life span, it would be no problem for him to live as long as the sky."

"People like this have many tricks up their sleeves, and they may be able to reincarnate and live a second life. You have to remember that anyone who can achieve something must have his or her strengths. The higher the level of cultivation, the more changeable their minds become. If you encounter a stupid cultivator in the future, remember to stay away from him or she, lest you be sold out and have to count money for others."

The young man paid no attention to the solemn instruction and said in surprise, "Grandpa, are you saying that the Holy King... is alive?"

The old man shook his head, then nodded: "It is possible. The Xiao family was blessed with the blood of the Saint King, and their cultivation was several times faster than that of ordinary people. However, they perished too quickly, and their inheritance was cut off after only a thousand years. Now that I think about it, it may be related to the strange phenomenon in the forest of rocks."

"That aura is familiar to me. It is somewhat similar to Xiao Hong. Even if Xiao Hong is not resurrected, it is his portable magic weapon that has been in spiritual contact for a long time and has released its power in the world. However, such a fierce aura that spans most of Zhongzhou is unheard of. Could it be that a supreme treasure has come into the world?"

The old man frowned, "I met Xiao Hong once. At that time, he had just entered the Saint Realm. He was just a Saint, but he fought against two demon saints from the Absolute God Abyss. He defeated the demons with his iron fists and his self-created Ten Directions Combat Method..."

The young man was silent for a moment: "Grandpa, should we intervene in this matter?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "The three realms of moving blood, the four realms of Luntai, the five realms of Shenzang, the two poles of Minggong, and the three mysterious changes of Tongtian, only then can you enter the holy realm."

"And this holy realm is divided into saints, great saints, and finally the holy kings. The king is the master of the world and has no limits on what he does. Your grandfather is just a saint with withered blood. Why would he interfere in the secrets of the holy kings? You should know that one realm is the same as another. I am considered a top figure in Zhongzhou, but facing the holy king, I am just a chicken and a pottery dog."

The young man held the old man's hand and said, "In the 23 cities within a 10,000-mile radius, who doesn't know the name of Grandpa Yuanlong Saint? In my heart, Grandpa is the most powerful!"

The old man was helped to sit down, looking at his skinny hands with distinct bones and muscles: "I am old. Even a saint can only live for 3,000 years. The end of the world is coming." The young man wanted to persuade him again, but Saint Yuanlong waved his hand and interrupted him: "I don't need you to persuade me, your grandfather. Okay, notify everyone, the whole city is under strict ban, you are not allowed to participate in this matter, you are not allowed to interfere. A speck of dust there is a mountain pressing down on you."

"There are secrets hidden in the Stone Forest, but only a few experts in the surrounding cities know it. If others see this vibrating aura, what do you think they will think?"

The young man pondered for a while: "A treasure is revealed? A secret realm is opened?" He walked back and forth a few steps, "It seems that this matter is indeed not something we can participate in. Once a storm arises, I don't know how many people's attention will be attracted. Once a fight breaks out, the consequences will be disastrous..."

Saint Yuanlong patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't worry too much. I'm not dead yet. Let him come as he pleases. I'll deal with good guests and bad guests. I haven't used my secret dragon transformation technique for a long time. I need a few people to sharpen it so that I don't get rusty and kill people."

The young man looked at Saint Yuanlong with some worry, he knew that this close elder didn't have much time left, even that short time left was too long for mortals to reach, but it would be in vain to act on the deadline, as it would consume his energy and blood and would shorten the old man's lifespan.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Saint Yuanlong stand up. The wrinkles on his face, which were originally full of gullies and like old tree bark, disappeared, his pale complexion became rosy again, and his white hair turned black. In a short while, he turned from an octogenarian into a middle-aged man.

"grandfather……"

The young man already knew what the old man was going to do, but he couldn't bring himself to stop him.

After returning to the form of a middle-aged man, Saint Yuanlong stretched his arms and legs and laughed, "It's better to keep the old skin."

He turned around and patted his grandson on the shoulder: "I am different from you. I am a saint. There are some things that I cannot hide from or escape. I must step forward. Everyone says that my time is up, but why don't people come to bully me? It's because they don't know how much strength I have left, nor do they know how many saints an old saint can take with him before he dies."

Saint Yuanlong stroked his beard out of habit, but found that the carefully groomed goatee had fallen off and disappeared as he regained his youth, so he touched his chin.

"And if I don't show up, they will think I am weak and can be bullied, and wolves and tigers will come to my house to eat my flesh and your flesh and drink my blood."

"Surviving in Zhongzhou is based on rules, and the rule is that the strong prey on the weak, and fists are the biggest rule. So I must not only go, but also go with honor. I cannot let people look down on me, even if I use this rejuvenation technique to reduce my remaining lifespan."

Yuan Kongsheng strode out of the gate, leaving the young man with only his back. He heard a voice saying, "Not only must you go, but you must also fight. Fight with dignity and momentum, and make others convinced. Only in this way can you live in peace for three hundred years."

He stopped at the threshold and said, "Fang Tong, my grandson, you are the most talented person in the clan. In just a hundred years, you have already entered the Shenzang realm. But it is not enough, far from enough."

"Grandpa, I will buy you the last bit of time. If I die, then you can abandon the city and run away. Don't worry about your face, and don't be reluctant to give up those worldly possessions. When you stand proudly in the world one day, those things you have lost will return to you on their own initiative."

Yuanlong Saint, Fang Yuanlong laughed: "Besides, whether it is the return of the Saint King to the world or the emergence of the Supreme Treasure, it is a once-in-a-millennium event. There will definitely be a world-shaking battle. I am willing to die on the spot if I can watch such a battle!"

After he finished speaking, a vast aura emerged. At this moment, he was not the elder of Guaisun, nor the patriarch of the Fang clan. He was a warrior who fought against heaven and earth, a saint who shook the universe with a wave of his hand!

(End of this chapter)