chsdbacks Chapter 427 Worldwide Congratulations, A Saint Descends
Chapter 427 Worldwide Congratulations, A Saint Descends
Chapter 427 Worldwide Congratulations, A Saint Descends
The deep, dark sky that enveloped the entire globe, and the cosmic singularity that symbolized "primordial darkness," began to slowly dissipate, just as abruptly as it appeared.
The pale sun regained its warm glow, the dim stars disappeared, the sky returned to its azure blue, and the clouds began to move again.
The chilling implications of the laws of "ending" and "silence" did not completely disappear, but rather transformed into a lingering resonance in the background of heaven and earth, as if the whole world had undergone a profound baptism, becoming more stable and clear.
As soon as the anomalies subsided, the highest authority and emergency response system of the Human Federation began operating at maximum efficiency.
"Confirmed! The global anomaly in the laws of nature is subsiding, the spiritual energy readings have stabilized, and the source has been located at the Clear Spring Spring Radiance Hall University, the secluded training ground of Martial Saint Li Xijun!"
"Lord Feng Sheng confirms: Lord Li Xijun has successfully received the Law, completed the ultimate leap in his life level, and his Martial Saint status is now secure!"
"Repeated: The eighth human martial saint has been confirmed!"
The brief silence in the circular hall of the Supreme Council was broken by ecstasy and awe, followed by thunderous applause and uncontrollable cheers.
But the Speaker quickly suppressed his excited murmurs, his voice trembling slightly with emotion, yet still maintaining the clarity of a supreme decision-maker: "Immediately activate the highest level of the 'Holy Descent' contingency plan! Following the established practice for the descent of the seven Martial Saints, initiate a global and extraterrestrial seven-planet live broadcast, connecting all public light screens, personal terminals, and military and civilian observation networks!"
"We want every member of our people to witness this historic moment!"
A high-ranking official quickly added: "Lord Feng Sheng specifically reminded us that Lord Li Xijun's growth trajectory is unique; he has demonstrated a significant need for and ability to utilize forces such as 'the power of the will of all beings' and 'the convergence of beliefs.'"
"The global live broadcast, with its immense attention and devout reverence, may well be the best gift to congratulate the new saint, and may even benefit his consolidation of his spiritual realm!"
"Agreed! Execute immediately! Regardless of cost, ensure signal coverage in every corner! Focus the camera on the target area of Qingquan University!"
Commands were issued layer by layer, and the vast technological and administrative machinery of human civilization was put into full operation.
In just ten minutes.
Blue Star, from bustling megacities to remote settlements, from majestic snow-capped mountain outposts to deep underwater cities;
The seven extraterrestrial stars: the capital of the first base, Yanhuang City; the capital of the second base, Xuntian Tower; and the capital of the third base, Houtu Palace.
Giant holographic light screens in all public squares, transportation hubs, schools, businesses, and government agencies, as well as personal terminal screens in countless homes and even tactical panels in certain special workplaces, were all forcibly switched to a unified live broadcast signal at the same time.
The image shows a distant view of the villa area of Qingquan Chunhui Hall University, which has become a focal point.
The camera was incredibly high-definition, so high that you could see the swaying of every blade of grass on the lawn, as well as the backs of the six martial saints standing side by side, exuding an aura of peace and awe simply by remaining still.
At the center of the image is the entrance to that private villa.
It may seem like just an ordinary private villa, but because of its owner, it has become the focus of attention for billions of people across the entire star field.
There was no host's narration, no rousing music, only a simple line of silver text at the bottom of the screen, scrolling in a universal language and various local languages:
[Welcome the Eighth Martial Saint – Lord Li Xijun]
At this moment, the entire human realm seemed to be muted, or perhaps tightly bound together by an invisible bond.
In an ordinary apartment in a city in East Asia, a family who had just experienced the panic of "darkness" sat tightly around a light screen in the living room. The parents held their child, held their breath, and stared intently.
In a top-tier laboratory in Western Europe, researchers in white coats paused their experiments, which could influence the course of an industry, and looked up at the large screen on the wall, their eyes filled with awe and a thirst for knowledge in the face of supreme power.
In the military camp on the northern ice plains, the rugged warriors stood as still as pines, gazing at the images displayed on the tactical boards, their hearts surging with passion for the newly born martial saints and for a stronger future for humanity.
On the other side of the Moon Hill, in the smelting plant, workers wiped the sweat from their foreheads and gathered under the light screen in the rest area. Despite their exhaustion, their eyes were unusually bright.
On a mining space station in outer orbit, crew members on rest float in front of the observation window, looking at the internal screen and the starry sky outside, as if they can travel billions of kilometers and feel the pulse from their home planet.
In countless meeting rooms, decision-making was halted; in countless classrooms, lectures were suspended; inside countless aircraft, passengers remained silent.
Billions of gazes, traversing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, and spanning the distances of the stars, are focused on the same lawn, the same doorway where no one has yet appeared.
It is hoped that things will ferment silently.
The shock subsided in the silence.
Reverence grows in the gaze.
People recalled the strange, dark phenomenon that had enveloped the planet, and reminisced about the various legends surrounding Li Xijun—
The first student to achieve a perfect score in the National College Entrance Examination with a Qi and Blood level of 10.0, the only person in the history of the Global National Games to crush the other three and reach the top, the strongest genius certified by the Federation and the Martial Saint —
All the fragments of information converged at this moment into boundless imagination and anticipation for the figure that was about to appear.
How will his temperament change after he becomes a saint?
What kind of immense power does the law that brings about the final black hole possess?
Time passed second by second, and the scene seemed to stand still.
But no one complained, no one left. This waiting itself was a ritual, a silent pilgrimage that gathered the purest beliefs of all human civilization at this moment.
Energy is converging, eyes are converging, and hearts are converging.
Around the villa, the six saints on the lawn naturally sensed this invisible torrent of gazes covering the entire human territory.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Feng Sheng's lips, which was exactly what they wanted to see.
The "all-encompassing attention" that gathers around is an invisible blessing for any saint, but for a saint like Li Xijun whose path is unique, it may be even more extraordinary.
All of humanity is waiting.
Waiting for that "door" to open.
The protagonist awaits the start of a new chapter in history, officially entering the era of his rule.
Just as the global silence reached its peak, the doorknob of a seemingly ordinary villa was turned, creating subtle yet clear ripples on the surface of water, like a pebble thrown into a pond.
coming soon!
Everyone watching the screen felt as if their hearts were being clenched by the same hand.
In the center of the courtyard, the space ripples gently.
A figure, as if slowly stepping out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was Li Xijun.
He was still dressed in black, his posture upright, his handsome features unchanged, even the usual smile on his lips...
The reassuring, faint smile remained unchanged.
But anyone who takes a look will feel a complete transformation.
It was neither overwhelmingly powerful nor possessed divine might.
Rather, it is the ultimate restraint and profundity brought about by the sublimation of the "existence" itself.
He stood there, seemingly perfectly integrated with the surrounding light, air, and spatial background, yet transcending them, as if the figure in the painting had stepped into reality, becoming the deepest color that defined the "tone" of this reality.
His gaze was clear and peaceful, yet it made those who met his eyes involuntarily shudder, as if their souls were being sucked into the endless black hole deep within his pupils.
silence.
A deathly silence enveloped the area surrounding the villa district, spread throughout Qingquan University, and even reached the hearts of all viewers through the visuals.
At the very front of the crowd.
Jiang Qiyue stared blankly at the figure, her red lips slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a sound.
During the freshman trial, that slightly green but already showing his potential, now stands at the pinnacle of all beings, clad in an invisible holy robe.
Despite witnessing the incredible repeatedly, when the final "incredible" event truly arrived, she still felt a strong sense of disorientation.
The frost on Su Nianyi's cold face seemed to melt away in an instant.
Her thoughts drifted back to a distant past, to that afternoon at Yan'an No. 7 Middle School, to the figure of that high school student who was scorned and ostracized by a few students from the elite class, walking down the stairs alone.
Su Nianying, who was standing next to her, also had a complicated expression at this moment.
The scene of teaching Li Xijun to cultivate the "Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Flow" technique to temper her qi and blood is still vivid in her mind. At that time, although Li Xijun was exceptionally talented, she was still a junior who needed guidance in her eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, the difference becomes like heaven and earth.
Who could have imagined that I would have been fortunate enough to pave the initial path for a future martial saint?
Vice Principal Lisa finally loosened her tightly clenched fist, and the paleness left on her fingertips from the force slowly returned to its normal color.
The boy she poured her resources into, betting everything on with her vision, truly lived up to her deepest expectations, overcoming all obstacles and ascending to the supreme eighth holy position in the most dazzling and incredible way!
A little further away, Ye Ningxue, dressed in white, stood quietly like a plum blossom in the snow.
She gazed at Li Xijun, a barely perceptible ripple appearing deep within her cool eyes.
On the five-school joint martial arts stage, that stunning, unparalleled sword strike, seemingly freezing all rivers flowing eastward into the sea, still seems to be right before our eyes.
At that time, she was a martial arts prodigy admired by everyone, and he was a dark horse who rose to prominence unexpectedly.
Now, he is a saint who needs her, and even the entire Federation needs to look up to him.
She felt a faint sense of melancholy and distance that she herself could not quite describe, but more than that, she felt a sense of awe and admiration, as if facing a majestic mountain.
"Lord Li Xijun—has truly become a saint—"
"The eighth Martial Saint—comes from our Qingquan Chunhui Palace!"
"My God! I actually studied at the same university as the Martial Saint!"
"It takes ten years to cultivate a person—and it's only been a few years? A myth! This is a living myth!"
After a brief silence, fervent whispers, excited sobs, and incredulous exclamations erupted among the teachers and students of Qingquan Chunhui Hall, like a long-suppressed volcano.
Many senior professors and school leaders were so moved that they shed tears. They had dedicated their lives to martial arts education, and now they were witnessing their school produce a martial arts master who could suppress the stars. This honor was enough to shine brightly in the school's history for ten thousand years!
Further afield, those with special privileges are observing in real time the members of the Federal Supreme Council, military leaders, and regional governors of this area.
These powerful figures, who once stood at the pinnacle of human power and influence, were now devoid of their usual majesty and solemnity. Each of them wore a solemn expression, even a hint of restraint, and bowed slightly in the direction of Li Xijun, separated by the screen.
They had perused every top-secret file of Li Xijun from his awakening to the present day, and knew every miracle he had created, but when the words "Martial Saint" were truly associated with his name, the impact was still unparalleled.
The "Ten-Year Talent Cultivation Plan" has once again produced an unprecedented "Martial Saint".
On the lawn, six martial saints stood side by side.
Feng Sheng stroked his long beard, his shock turning into deep satisfaction and admiration. He chuckled softly, "You've truly broadened my horizons this time."
The flames around Yan Sheng subsided, and he laughed heartily: "Excellent! Our human race has gained another saint, and such a young one at that! Let's see if those alien scum still dare to be arrogant!"
The Holy Light's face was solemn, his eyes shining brightly: "This is an omen of the great prosperity of the human race."
Lei Sheng nodded slightly and said succinctly, "Good."
Water Saint Alicia stared at Li Xijun with her icy blue eyes. For the first time, a clear smile, like a spring breeze melting snow, appeared on her cold face. There was a hint of relief in that smile.
Even the pale-faced Wood Saint revealed a gentle smile and said softly, "Fellow Daoist, congratulations."
Just then, Li Xijun's gaze slowly swept over the six saints on the lawn, over the excited crowd in the distance, and over countless eyes, whether open or hidden.
The usual faint smile on his face seemed to deepen slightly. There was no arrogant or domineering aura emanating from him. Instead, as if he were meeting a friend, he nodded gently in the direction of the Six Saints and the familiar faces further away.
Then, he slightly raised his right hand, palm up, and gently clenched his fingers.
The movements were casual and natural, as if he were simply trying to grasp a wisp of breeze.
However, a "buzz!"
Centered on his palm, the space within a hundred meters instantly "darkened"!
It wasn't that it turned black, but rather that all light, color, and even the "presence" of space were annihilating and ending towards that point in his palm.
It was as if a miniature "cosmic singularity" had been born there, devouring all the "vibrant" attributes around it, leaving only the most essential, "primordial darkness" silent background.
There were no violent energy fluctuations, no earth-shattering sounds.
But everyone who witnessed this scene, especially the six Martial Saints, had their pupils shrink slightly.
They clearly sensed that it was genuine, effortless control over the laws of nature!
The "dim" in Li Xijun's palm lasted for less than a breath before quietly dissipating, and the space returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
But this simple handshake speaks volumes.
He is declaring to the world in the most direct way:
I, Li Xijun, have mastered the laws and achieved the position of Martial Saint!
"Whoa—!!!"
After a brief pause, cheers and shouts of reverence, far more fervent and devout than before, erupted from Qingquan University like a tsunami, instantly sweeping across every corner of the world where the scene was being watched!
No need for further explanation, facts speak louder than words!
On the lawn, Feng Sheng and Yan Sheng exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
Immediately, Feng Sheng stepped forward, his aged yet clear voice, carrying the majesty of a Martial Saint and the resonance of the laws, resounding clearly in everyone's ears and spreading to every important corner of the human realm: "The Holy Path shines brightly, witnessed by the stars and seas."
"Now there is a martial artist, Li Xijun, with extraordinary talent and unwavering resolve. After enduring countless trials, he finally proved his Dao through the laws, forged an immortal foundation, and ascended to the position of Martial Saint!"
"Since the Great Cataclysm, our human race has forged ahead with perseverance, and with the saints governing the world, we have achieved the current state of the cosmos."
"Li Xijun's ascension to sainthood makes him the eighth holy pillar of our human race! It is a monumental achievement, the culmination of ten years of nurturing talent! It is clear evidence of the enduring legacy of civilization!"
"This is a blessing for humanity, a boon for civilization, and a celebration for the stars!"
Feng Sheng paused slightly, his gaze turning solemnly to Li Xijun. Then, he straightened his clothes and bowed slightly to Li Xijun with his hands clasped in ancient etiquette.
Immediately afterwards, the five human saints behind him—the Flame Saint, the Light Saint, the Thunder Saint, the Water Saint, and the Wood Saint—regardless of their usual temperaments, all had solemn expressions at this moment, cupped their hands, and bowed in unison!
"We—"
The voices of the six saints merged into one, solemn and majestic, like a divine decree: "Congratulations to the saint!"
Six sages offer their congratulations!
This scene, captured by countless cameras, was imprinted in the eyes of billions of fellow human beings and in the observations of countless races in the starry sky, whether in the light or in the shadows!
Outside the villa area, Lisa, Su Nianyi, Jiang Qiyue, and Ye Ningxue —
All faculty and students of Qingquan University, high-ranking officials of the Federation, and martial artists from all sides —
Even everyone watching on screen, filled with immense respect and excitement, bowed deeply to the young figure in the center of the ruins.
The thunderous roar eventually coalesced into a single thought that pierced the clouds and shook the galaxy, resounding across the globe: "Congratulations to the Saint!"
"Congratulations, Lord Li Xijun, on the arrival of the Martial Saint!"
Amidst the clamor, Li Xijun stood on the earth, receiving the rites of the six saints and the world's congratulations, his face serene.
The world rejoices at the arrival of the saint; the ceremony is complete!