Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 494 - 358: The Path of the Three Beasts God_2

Chapter 494: Chapter 358: The Path of the Three Beasts God_2

The current chaos of the Myriad Realms, even the Origin Supreme can no longer fathom, nor wishes to.

And with this epochal catastrophe looming, he knew he himself was in danger of perishing, so he wanted to find a reliable person to help achieve the Saint Emperor status, to protect the Origin Realm and Cai Er after his demise.

As this voice resounded, the beasts of the Origin Realm immediately boiled with excitement.

At this moment, Shi Lin also revealed his immensely powerful aura.

His majesty had actually reached the stage of a Saint King.

These tens of thousands of years had not been lived in vain.

That Shi Lin, was his name now.

Afterward, he sped towards the direction of the Origin Supreme.

However, it’s worth mentioning that among the three source beasts summoned by the Origin Supreme, his cultivation was the lowest.

But his innate talent had been greatly recognized, which gave him the chance to contend.

No matter what, the position of Saint Emperor, he was determined to secure!

...

"I’ve already mended my ways, why is it that others come across chances after chances, achieving the status of Saint Emperor, while I must lurk in this god-forsaken place? No, I mustn’t act rashly, I can’t move!"

In a base of the Secret Forces, a black dragon cursed and complained, for his strength was also at the level of a Saint King.

But here, his status was not necessarily high.

As one of the three divine beasts of the Vast Wilderness, he was directly sent into the Secret Forces.

So, he was very nervous; if he were exposed, forget about being obliterated physically and spiritually, he feared he would suffer a fate worse than death...

Just then, suddenly a figure descended.

"Ancestral Dragon, your ability to reach such strength in a mere few hundred thousand years is sufficient proof of your excellent talent. Now, many Saint Emperors have fallen, and we need to replenish with a new batch of Saint Emperors. You are included in this list."

This was a Saint Emperor, and without waiting for the Ancestral Dragon to speak, he took him away in one swoop.

The Ancestral Dragon cursed inwardly non-stop. Having been in the Secret Forces for so long, he obviously knew some inside information.

Within the Secret Forces, Saint Emperors were never scarce.

People say, whenever an epochal catastrophe arrives, that great being would bestow divine grace, elevating many Saint Kings to the level of Saint Emperor without any side effects.

Moreover, the Ancestral Dragon knew that joining the Secret Forces meant being subjected to a certain Secret Technique by the Supreme, ensuring eternal loyalty.

And once reaching the level of a Saint Emperor, this Secret Technique would be personally executed by that great being.

As for the great being’s true name, there had never been any record of it.

Even his appearance, it was said only the master of the Time Tower, and the chief of the Land of Silence have seen him.

Mysterious to an extreme!

Additionally, that great being held the highest authority within the Secret Forces.

Some speculated that he might have transcended the Supreme.

As to how far he has gone, no one knows!

At this moment, Ancestral Dragon was utterly panicked. Was this forcing him to rebel?

Soon, he was brought to the edge of a pond.

To call it a pond was not quite right.

Because looking at the pond at a glance, it was immensely vast, enough to compare with the scale of an ordinary world.

And the liquid flowing within this pond was not ordinary water but a red-hued liquid.

Even just glancing at it a few times, one could see that the liquid was filled with extremely powerful and violent forces.

"You have all been chosen in this epoch, and now you all have great chances to achieve the position of Saint Emperor, or even to gain the favor of the great being, acquiring the Supreme foundation."

A Saint Emperor who controlled order spoke.

Upon the conclusion of his words, a group of Saint Kings were filled with excitement, even fanaticism.

Ancestral Dragon glanced over and saw that there were at least fifty Saint Kings present. Could it be that all of them could become Saint Emperors?

One must know, in the chaotic Myriad Realms, there were only about a hundred Saint Emperors.

If the Secret Forces could mass-produce Saint Emperors like this, it would be terrifying indeed.

But anyone with a sound mind would realize that something was amiss!

At that moment, one Saint King, under the command of that Saint Emperor, jumped into the red water.

In no time at all, his aura began to surge.

This Saint King, originally one of the top Saint Kings, was not far from the Realm of the Holy Emperor.

The onlooking Saint Kings were filled with anticipation and excitement, eager to take his place.

But just as that Saint King was about to reach the level of a Saint Emperor.

Boom!

Suddenly a loud explosion startled everyone.

Not even a scream was heard before that Saint Emperor was instantly dissolved into nothingness.

"..." Ancestral Dragon was stunned; he wished he could flee immediately.

At this moment, those Saint Emperors who controlled the situation seemed to have anticipated this and showed no change in their expression. They even explained, "Saint Kings advancing to Saint Emperors, this kind of opportunity is about snatching Epoch’s fortune. Not just anyone can withstand it. You all go down now!"

Although the Saint Kings had witnessed the demise of that person just now, who would willingly give up such a grand opportunity?

Besides, if favored by the esteemed one, even Supremacy might be within reach.

Before long, almost all of the Saint Kings had jumped in.

All but the Ancestral Dragon...

"Ancestral Dragon, what are you hesitating for?" a Saint Emperor asked.

The Ancestral Dragon hurriedly replied with heartfelt pain, "Reporting back to the Saint Emperor, this opportunity is set by the esteemed one for us. I feel that since the esteemed one is so considerate of us, how can we forget the esteemed one’s kindness?

I wanted to deeply appreciate the esteemed one in my heart. Little did I expect these people to move so fast!"

"You are considerate." The Saint Emperor spoke indifferently and then kicked the Ancestral Dragon into the pool.

"!!!" The Ancestral Dragon cursed inwardly.

You old bastard, no sense of martial ethics!

He wasn’t ready to die yet!

But he had no choice.

Just as he fell into the water, the Ancestral Dragon felt himself enveloped by a powerful force, and these forces were frantically rushing into his body.

This power was extremely tumultuous and overbearing. Even though he resisted with all his might, it was to no avail.

Meanwhile, half of the Saint Kings in the pool had perished.

"This Epoch, there will probably be about seven or eight Saint Emperors created like this!" a Saint Emperor remarked while staring at the pool.

"Seven or eight? You are overestimating them. At most five. To confer such an opportunity on these ants is truly a waste," another Saint Emperor lamented regretfully.

"Although the opportunity is good, if one’s talent or destiny is insufficient, the fortune cannot be enjoyed, and the chance of perishing is too high.

It seems that even the esteemed one of the Dusk emerged from this blood pool during their Epoch.

During that Epoch, all the Saint Kings of the same period as the esteemed one of the Dusk were wiped out.

I think, in this Epoch, the esteemed one of the Dusk might achieve the Supreme status..."

As a few Saint Emperors discussed, the Ancestral Dragon felt as if he was about to burst.

Clearly, he was among those the Saint Emperors mentioned, whose talent and destiny were insufficient, lacking the fortune to enjoy this opportunity.

But at that moment, a flicker of fluorescent light quietly moved within his body.

The moment this light appeared, the Ancestral Dragon suddenly felt the force outside, which was surging in, begin to dissipate.

Or rather, not dissipate, but enter his body in a soft manner, truly becoming part of his own foundation.

His strength was increasing rapidly and steadily.

By this time, the blood water in the pool was boiling continuously, tumbling non-stop.

On the shore, all the Saint Emperors cast their gaze down, their eyes revealing a hint of satisfaction.

And what they were paying close attention to was a Saint King who resembled a fox.

This Saint King in the blood pool released a blood-colored brilliance that was even more intense than the blood of the pool.

It even converged into a blood cocoon, containing a mighty power within.

Just a hair’s breadth away, he could break through the Saint King’s threshold and step into the stage of Saint Emperor.

"This Hu Yong, also a standout among Saint Kings and already close to becoming a Saint Emperor, now with the aid of the blood pool, is indeed the first to achieve Saint Emperor status."

"Although the blood pool is perilous, its bestowed fortune is not small. Once he steps into the Realm of the Holy Emperor, he will probably not be far behind us."

"..."

The Saint Emperors discussed fervently, placing notable hope on Hu Yong and even showing great envy.

They themselves had gone through countless hardships and survived several Epochs to reach this step, while others seemed to achieve it just by bathing.

How could they not feel sour?

Sour they were, but none of them dared to immerse themselves in the blood pool.

In but three breaths’ time, the blood color on Hu Yong seemed to have reached its zenith, and the blood cocoon kept shrinking, indicating his absorption of even more essence and power.

However, just as the Saint Emperors were about to guide Hu Yong up from the blood pool,

"Pop!"

A sudden light sound occurred under the watchful eyes of the Saint Emperors, and the blood cocoon enveloping Hu Yong began to deflate before finally vanishing into nothingness.

Hu Yong, was gone!

The Saint Emperors: "..."

At that point, they were all dumbfounded. What just happened?

According to past occurrences, reaching this step meant success.

But now...

"Wait a bit longer, the blood pool is fierce, and accidents are inevitable, don’t rush," a Saint Emperor said solemnly.

By this time, only ten Saint Kings remained in the pool.

Then, another blood cocoon rose, signaling yet another Saint King on the verge of entering the Saint Emperor stage.