Slashes of sword energy, like a destructive force, pierced his body!
At the crucial moment, the Grand Elder Wuji Taigu Xuan真人 used a secret technique to safely send Yitian away!
As for himself, he could not escape judgment and annihilation.
The Sacred Domain—
Ming Zhitian had obtained the supreme ancient divine artifact, the Extinction Grief Heaven, here, so he believed the Jade Body might be within.
Someone had arrived before him. He saw divine angels in various attires standing guard, appearing to represent different divine races stationed here, preventing outsiders from intruding.
Ming Zhitian stepped through the air and was stopped by several divine angels: "This place is not open to the public. Esteemed immortal friend, please leave."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly, "Is the Sacred Domain your family's business?"
"What?" The divine angel's face contorted with rage, "If you don't leave..."
Ming Zhitian raised his hand and slapped them into dust: "Noisy."
The remaining divine angels were instantly shocked and helpless, fleeing in all directions. Some simply slipped away. Such a being was not someone they could afford to provoke. They wondered which divine ancestor it was, or perhaps a Grand Elder Taixuan?
The Sacred Domain was vast, unimaginably vast. To compare it to ten thousand Cultivation Ancient Realms or over a thousand Myriad Universe Divine Lights would be insignificant.
Because Ming Zhitian scanned it with his immensely powerful divine sense, yet he could not discern its true extent. Then, using his Angelic Sacred Soul Eye, he saw an endless expanse with no end in sight!
This further confirmed his belief that the Jade Body might appear here.
Ming Zhitian stepped forward. Everywhere he went, there were flowers and grasses. He could see that these spiritual flowers and herbs were all ingredients for producing top-tier elixirs. The trees here were also extraordinary, suitable as raw materials for divine tribulation-level magic artifacts.
However, given that these individuals were adorned with divine artifacts, these raw materials seemed rather ordinary.
Ming Zhitian created two clones to gather spiritual herbs and simultaneously refine elixirs, while his main body continued to advance.
The Heavenly Saint Gate…
Various divine races from noble families were gathered here, all waiting, waiting for the Sesame to open the door.
"Let this Elder of our clan try."
Immediately, a middle-aged man with angel wings emerged. He then gathered immortal spiritual energy in his palms, transforming it into golden divine power and unleashing a destructive blast!
The Heavenly Saint Gate merely trembled slightly; it did not open.
The Elder of the Divine God Race said, "I say, Elder Lie, your temper is as fiery as ever. Can you open it using brute force alone?"
Elder Lie retorted, "Then you try?"
The Elder of the Divine God Race was speechless and quickly changed the subject: "To open the Heavenly Saint Gate, as in years past, we must wait for the Grand Elders Taixuan and Divine Ancestors of the three great divine races to act."
"Why wait for them? I shall do it!"
Everyone looked towards the voice and saw an aged elder with long white hair emerging. He had just come out of seclusion, having achieved a breakthrough, and boldly announced his identity: "How can a mere Heavenly Saint Gate stump me, the Grand Elder Taixuan of the Guoru clan?"
The crowd was puzzled, and the younger generation whispered, "What is he talking about?"
Another replied, "He seems to be talking about himself."
"Grand Elder Taixuan?" someone asked in confusion, "Besides the Divine Farmer, Divine Might, and Heavenly Ruler of the three great divine races, when did other families gain a Grand Elder Taixuan?"
"I don't know either. Let's see what happens."
The elder with long white hair approached the Heavenly Saint Gate, adopted a horse stance, and channeled immense immortal spiritual energy. With a roar, he exclaimed, "Stars Nine Revolutions Qiankun!"
"Rumble!..."
When the smoke dissipated, the Heavenly Saint Gate remained unmoved. In contrast, the white-haired elder was forced back several steps by the backlash of his own power before steadying himself.
Disappointment washed over the crowd: "Tsk, so he was just a clown."