Chapter 979: 204: Shattered Immortal Path, Emperor's Calamity Fake Realm (10,000 more updates 1, asking for monthly passes)_3

Chapter 979: Chapter 204: Shattered Immortal Path, Emperor’s Calamity Fake Realm (10,000 more updates 1, asking for monthly passes)_3

“You all… How could this be…?”

The Name Saint looked at the Source Ancestor and the Divine King with disbelief, unable to comprehend.

How could these two, combined, let Haotian slip through that mystical gateway right under their noses?

Allowing Haotian to scout the path?

Or, could it have been that their mutual hostility allowed the other party to take advantage?

The expressions of Saint Mo and the Medical Saint grew complex as well. Had they, after so much effort, found the Immortal Divine Road only for it to be severed like this?

All their hope now hinged on whether Haotian had a magnanimous heart, whether he could accommodate them.

The Sword Master, upon hearing the Dragon Saint’s words, was momentarily stunned. His expression subtly shifted.

He glanced at the mystical gateway, secretly exhaling a breath of relief. Not catching sight of Hun Tian earlier, he had feared the worst, but it seemed Li Hao was unharmed.

“Gentlemen, there is no need to worry. Haotian is of a detached temperament. If the Immortal Divine Road truly proves passable, he would most likely return to aid everyone. He certainly wouldn’t burn bridges after crossing,” the Sword Master said.

Many people turned to look at him upon hearing his words, well aware of the connection between the Sword Master and Li Hao.

Yet, at this juncture, in the face of the allure of immortality and divinity, for the Sword Master to still believe in Haotian—was it because their relationship was truly deep, or because the Sword Master was somewhat naïve?

Or could it be that Haotian was truly as the Sword Master described?

But hadn’t Haotian flattened the Buddhist Sect, destroyed the Void Holy Land, and indiscriminately swept across one faction after another earlier, appearing as a ruthless man who harbored a hatred for evil?

“Haha, you’re far too simplistic in your thinking.”

The Dragon Saint burst into laughter upon hearing the Sword Master’s words, mocking as he spoke:

“Under ordinary circumstances, perhaps there might still be a thirty-percent chance. But just now, Haotian provoked the killing intent of those two. Forced into that gateway by them, he will undoubtedly sever the Immortal Divine Road! If you wish to meet him again, it will only happen if he becomes an Immortal Divine and returns to this realm for revenge!”

The gathered Saints froze, their expressions instantly changing as their gazes unanimously fell on the Source Ancestor and the Divine King.

Chased and forced into that gateway by them?

If that were the case, then surely he would bear a grudge.

The Name Saint, Saint Mo, and others suddenly understood, their thoughts crystallizing—no wonder the faces of the Source Ancestor and the Divine King were so unsightly. To think they, in each other’s presence, had allowed Li Hao to seize the opportunity first—it all made sense now.

“You all…”

Saint Mo looked at the Source Ancestor, shaking his head with a sigh.

The Name Saint furrowed his brow and said, “Joined together, yet you still couldn’t stop him? With the strength the two of you possess, you could have killed him in an instant, could you not?”

The Divine King merely cast him a cold glance before shifting his gaze to the Dragon Saint, a glint of killing intent rising in his eyes as he said, “I didn’t have time to deal with you earlier. You’ve spoken far too much nonsense. Let’s see what madness has muddled your mind to make you ramble so senselessly!”

Even as he spoke, he suddenly launched an attack on the Dragon Saint.

The Dragon Saint’s face twisted, both furious and panicked, as he shouted, “Are you insane? You offended Haotian yourself, let him slip through, and now you’re taking your anger out on me? If not for you, perhaps he would have left the Immortal Divine Road behind. It’s you who caused its severance!”

His earlier outburst, which pointed this out, had arisen from an agitated mind, intending to divert everyone’s ire onto them.

If not for the influence of that strange blood, he would have never spoken up under normal circumstances.

“Die!”

The Divine King’s killing intent surged as he clashed fiercely with the Dragon Saint, his destructive Saint Domain descending. With just one strike, he severed the Dragon Saint’s body, showcasing terrifying power.

Despite being a Supreme Saint, the Dragon Saint was subdued with a single blow and fell into a disadvantage. The gathered Saints watched in horror, backing away instinctively, yet none stepped in to help.

Even though the Source Ancestor had previously referred to the Divine King as a member of the Demon Race, such claims only served to deceive the common folk. Now that the Source Ancestor had not intervened, no one else dared provoke the Divine King either.

Many Saints cast their gaze toward the Source Ancestor, but at this moment, the Source Ancestor appeared to have lost his will to fight. Standing pale and stricken before the mystical gateway, he seemed disoriented, a dazed figure that left the Saints stunned—it was the first time they had ever seen the Source Ancestor in such a state.

Over countless eons, this man had always exuded an air of calm detachment, as though no worldly matter could ruffle his composure. But now, it suddenly dawned upon everyone—was the Source Ancestor aging? Slowly descending from that supreme pedestal, succumbing to time?

In the crowd, Xiao Tianyu gazed at his master, shaken. He had never seen his master lose composure like this before and felt the urge to cry out but held himself back.

“Source Ancestor, what should we do now? And what of the Divine King…?”

The Name Saint couldn’t help but send a voice transmission to the Source Ancestor.

He too had been one of the Supreme Saints who encircled the Divine King all those years ago. His earlier decision not to cooperate with the Source Ancestor had stemmed from a desire to let them balance each other out on the Immortal Divine Road. But now that the path was blocked—possibly severed entirely—the Divine King was clearly a looming calamity.

If the Source Ancestor refused to act, and the Divine King sought revenge against every Supreme Saint involved in his past persecution, no one would be able to stop him.

The Source Ancestor heard the Name Saint’s words but seemed unresponsive, simply staring blankly at the gateway.

For a long time, amidst the earth-shaking echoes of intense battles, the Dragon Saint cried out in anguish, escaping through the fissures. Much of the blood aura surrounding him had been shattered, and he seemed to regain some of his clarity, choosing to flee from the place entirely.

The Divine King, however, did not pursue. Though Li Hao had already entered the gateway, the Divine King still chose to remain there, watching for any further developments.

“Do you think, if the aura beyond the gateway remains unchanged, it might signal that the Immortal Divine Road hasn’t yet been severed?”

Suddenly, after a long silence, the Source Ancestor spoke up.

The Saints were momentarily stunned, their gazes turning toward the mystical gateway.

They could all sense the vast and ethereal aura seeping out from within.

The Medical Saint’s eyes flickered as he said, “Fellow Saints, with nearly all the Saints of the All Heavens gathered here, why don’t we pool our collective strength and try to resolve this gateway? Perhaps, with the power of all Saints combined, we might be able to unlock it.”