Chapter 1328: The Unrivaled Dao of Evil!

For Nan Yi, if his opponent were someone his age and at his level, he'd fight to the death without hesitation. However, the problem was that Fan Zhaodi's strength was downright unnatural.

Fight her? With what? His head?

Against an absurdly powerful enemy, there was no way he'd throw his life away.

Hearing Nan Yi's words, the Dharma Lord and the others were visibly relieved.

They hadn't come here expecting Nan Yi to fight that blood-robed woman. After all, even if there were ten thousand of him, he wouldn't stand a chance.

Their real objective was the power backing Nan Yi.

Someone chosen as a Holy Son wouldn't be an ordinary person. Upon hearing Nan Yi's words, the Dharma Lord and the others finally felt at ease, as if they had gained another layer of security.

Nan Yi suddenly asked, "Is Brother Ye still in seclusion?"

The Dharma Lord snapped back to reality and nodded. "Holy Son Ye has inherited the legacy of True Saint Hao Ran. He's currently in seclusion, but once he emerges, his strength will surely skyrocket."

"True Saint Hao Ran?"

Nan Yi was slightly surprised. "He actually gained the True Saint's recognition?"

The Dharma Lord chuckled. "Indeed, Holy Son Ye is truly remarkable."

Truthfully, they were all a little shocked. Over the years, the Other Shore had produced countless peerless swordsmen, yet True Saint Hao Ran had never acknowledged any of them.

Even though Holy Son Ye had just arrived, he immediately inherited True Saint Hao Ran's legacy!

And Hao Ran wasn't just any True Saint; he was a True Saint swordsman! [1]

If the Other Shore could produce another True Saint swordsman, it would be a monumental event.

Nan Yi pondered for a moment before saying, "Only Brother Ye is aware of what that woman can do, but he's still in seclusion."

The Dharma Lord's expression darkened. "That woman must be a True Saint."

"What if she's beyond the True Saint Realm?" asked Nan Yi

"Impossible!" The Dharma Lord immediately shook his head. "Otherwise, she would have annihilated us long ago. After all, even a True Saint wouldn't be able to stop here.

Nan Yi nodded slightly. "That's true."

The Dharma Lord's expression grew solemn. "The real problem is her sudden disappearance. We have no idea what she's planning."

A sense of unease crept into everyone's heart.

"We're completely on the defensive right now." Nan Yi pointed out.

The Dharma Lord nodded. "The evil beliefs of the Other Shore have been gathering around her, making her even stronger...

"Moreover, Holy Son Ye said that she reached the Life Extinction Realm by absorbing the lives of countless beings. She doesn't want any Order, and she's willing to sacrifice many for her selfish desires.

"If that's true, then her goal is probably to sacrifice the entire Other Shore."

Everyone's faces darkened upon hearing that.

The Great Daoist Brush Master sought to establish Order, so he never slaughtered indiscriminately. However, Fan Zhaodi was clearly different. She was even worse, as she would sacrifice a myriad living beings without any qualms about it.

Nan Yi was about to speak when he sensed something that made his expression change. The next instant, he disappeared from the tiny pagoda and appeared outside.

As soon as he stepped out, the space before him trembled slightly, and a mysterious voice echoed in his mind.

The Dharma Lord and the others followed him out, and their faces were filled with confusion.

Nan Yi's expression turned grim. "A message from the ancestor... she went to the Other Shore Firmament..."

The Dharma Lord and everyone else's faces turned as white as snow.

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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A woman suddenly appeared in a silent, starry region. Upon her arrival, a terrifying surge of evil beliefs spread outward, painting the entire sky an eerie, blood-red hue in mere moments.

Trailing behind Fan Zhaodi was the Barbarian Ancestor. He watched the woman before him with a gaze filled with dread. He had no idea what she was planning, but one thing was certain—it was going to be big.

Fan Zhaodi walked forward at a steady pace. Wherever she stepped, space itself would take on a crimson hue. She wasn't doing this intentionally. She had absorbed the entire Other Shore's evil beliefs but had yet to assimilate it, so she was emanating traces of those evil beliefs.

She had reached a terrifying realm that allowed her to devour the evil beliefs of any world. All evil was hers to command, and there was endless evil throughout the vast expanse.

This was the terrifying nature of carving a unique Dao. Once one's Dao had reached its peak, one would become unstoppable. Of course, if one failed to reach that peak, those with stronger Daos could devour them in turn.

Fan Zhaodi walked forward leisurely. There was a massive stone gate in the distance, and it loomed over her, towering a thousand meters high.

The Barbarian Ancestor followed her to within a hundred meters of the gate.

Rumble!

A mysterious force coalesced from the heavens, and in an instant, a golden seal appeared above them. The golden seal contained terrifying wisps of True Saint Energy.

When it manifested, an invisible pressure swept across them, distorting every inch of spacetime wherever it went.

The Barbarian Ancestor furrowed his brows. He was staring at a True Saint's Seal. The next moment, a golden pillar of light shot down from the seal, hurtling straight at Fan Zhaodi.

Without even looking up, Fan Zhaodi casually waved her hand. A blood-red streak of energy surged skyward, shattering the golden pillar and dispersing the divine seal into nothingness.

The Barbarian Ancestor's gaze trembled with fear.

Fan Zhaodi's strength was absurd. She reminded the Barbarian Ancestor of the Great Daoist Brush Master. Still, he wasn't about to pledge his undying loyalty to her.

Back then, the Great Daoist Brush Master was unimaginably powerful.

True Saints? He killed them like weeds. Despite that, look at what happened to him. Damn it.

Those who desired Order and those thriving without Order were all equally insane. In no time, Fan Zhaodi arrived before the massive gate. Just as she was about to step inside, a phantom suddenly materialized in front of her.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in flowing white robes. He was exuding an air of authority, and there was a folding fan in his hand. The laws of a True Saint emanated from him.

"Zuo Xin!" The Barbarian Ancestor's pupils constricted. The man before him was none other than the previous generation's Holy Son and was the latest True Saint.

Even though he was imprisoned, the Barbarian Ancestor remained well-informed about the Other Shore. After all, he still had loyal followers out in the wild.

Zuo Xin glanced at him briefly before turning his gaze to Fan Zhaodi. "You're from the other side of the Sea of Suffering—"

"Enough with the chatter." Fan Zhaodi flicked her sleeve, sending a surging wave of blood-red energy toward Zuo Xin's phantom.

Zuo Xin's eyes narrowed slightly. With a single punch, thousands of golden runes burst forth, flooding the starry skies with their light.

The overwhelming might of a True Saint blanketed the area, causing stars and star fields to tremble. When those golden runes clashed with Fan Zhaodi's attack, however, they melted like snow under the scorching sun.

It was absolute destruction.

In the blink of an eye, the golden runes were obliterated.

With another casual wave of her hand, Fan Zhaodi erased the lingering True Saint Energy around her. The Barbarian Ancestor clenched his fists unconsciously. His wariness deepened as he stared at her.

That was just a mere phantom of a True Saint, but she still obliterated it with a single wave of her hand.

The Barbarian Ancestor assumed that she was merely on the level of a True Saint, but now, it was clear she was far beyond that... perhaps even at the peak of the True Saint Realm.

Without hesitation, Fan Zhaodi stepped toward the gate.

The Barbarian Ancestor hesitated for a moment before following her. Even if he had ten times his courage, he wouldn't dare oppose her. Everything about her radiated danger, and he knew that she was no benevolent figure.

Ironically, the always smiling and easy going Great Daoist Brush Master seemed much more approachable compared to her. It would have been the case had the Great Daoist Brush Master not been so sleazy and deceptive.

Shaking off his thoughts, the Barbarian Ancestor followed Fan Zhaodi. His eyes were locked on the mysterious gate up ahead, and there was curiosity flickering in his eyes.

He had never been here. In fact, he had no idea that there was such a place in the Other Shore.

What's beyond that door?

The gate pulsed with True Saint Energy, but the moment she got close to it, the energy vanished completely, dissolved by the aura of her evil beliefs.

The Barbarian Ancestor suddenly asked, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Fan Zhaodi didn't respond and stepped through the door.

The Barbarian Ancestor followed, but when he saw what was on the other side, his face changed dramatically.

As always, the Great Daoist Brush Master was busy sweeping when he suddenly stopped and looked up. After a long moment, he muttered, "This is it. Everything comes down to this moment."

1. Recall in Chapter 1321 that Hao Ran wasn't actually a True Saint but is addressed as a True Saint because he could fight at their level ☜