Starting with the Sword Ancestor System: Xiao Yan, Your Harem is Mine!

128: Holy might is like a prison, a glimmer of light in the most desperate situation.That aura was not an intentionally flaunted pressure, but a natural existence, as if it were inherently part of the rules of this world. Its arrival caused the sky and earth, ravaged and scarred from the recent great battle, to fall into an even deeper stagnation.

The wind stopped, the clouds settled, and even the scattered energy fragments and dust floating in the air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. All sounds, whether the gasps of those who survived the calamity, the groans of the wounded, or the noise within Pill City in the distance, vanished completely at this moment.

Between heaven and earth, there remained only an absolute ”stillness,” and that ”sense of presence” which approached from afar, beating like the drums of fate deep within everyone’s Soul.

Dou Sheng!

A true Dou Sheng expert! An existence that surpassed the mundane, standing at the very peak of the pyramid on the Fighting Qi Continent! Though separated from a Half-Saint by only one word, the difference was like heaven and earth—a fundamental leap in the level of life!

The Pill Tower Master’s aged face showed unprecedented solemnity, even carrying a hint of despair. As an Advanced Half-Saint, he could best appreciate the terror of the newcomer. Before that aura, he felt that his vast Fighting Qi, cultivated over hundreds of years, was pitifully insignificant, like a firefly next to a bright moon. The opponent didn’t even need to attack; merely relying on this ’momentum’ that enveloped the world was enough to crush the will of most Dou Venerates!

”In the end... he still came...” he muttered bitterly, yet the Fighting Qi within him began to circulate recklessly. Even though he knew it was futile, the dignity of the Pill Tower would not allow him to surrender and await death.

Medusa pressed her red lips tightly, slightly tightening her grip on Li Ao’s arm. She sensed the weakness of the man in her arms and also felt the overwhelming, suffocating Saintly might. In her enchanting purple eyes, there was no fear, only a cold determination. If anyone wanted to harm him, they would have to step over her corpse first.

Li Ao’s face was pale. The backlash from forcefully activating the Nirvana Origin was far more severe than he had imagined; his Soul felt a tearing agony, his Fighting Qi was nearly depleted, and his Meridians transmitted sharp, needle-like stabs of pain. But his eyes, which had regained their clarity, were fixed intently on the direction from which the aura came. Deep within his pupils, there was no despair, only a rock-like calmness, and a trace of... barely perceptible madness.

”Finally... a Dou Sheng has been forced out...” he murmured inwardly. The conflict with the Hall of Souls, escalating step by step from the Black-Corner Region to the Central Plains, had long made him anticipate the day he would face a Dou Sheng. He just hadn’t expected it to arrive so quickly, so suddenly.

At the edge of the sky, space rippled like water. There was no earth-shattering commotion, no violent tearing of space; a figure simply stepped out silently, appearing above the Pill Domain.

The newcomer wore a simple black robe, devoid of any Hall of Souls markings, yet a gloom that seemed capable of swallowing light faintly flowed across it. His appearance was quite ordinary, seeming middle-aged, and his eyes were as calm as an ancient well. He looked upon the Pill Domain below, upon the Pill Tower Master, upon Li Ao and Medusa, as if they were no different from roadside pebbles or dust.

That was the look of true disregard for all living beings, an absolute indifference cultivated by standing high above the clouds and looking down upon the mortal world for a long time.

He merely stood there, and the sky above the entire Pill Domain seemed to darken by several shades. Sunlight could not penetrate the invisible force field surrounding him. The protective barrier over Pill City below groaned under the pressure of this silent Saintly might, its light rapidly dimming, as if it might collapse at any moment.

”Soul Mie Sheng, is dead?”

The Black Robed Man spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotional fluctuation, yet it exploded like thunder in everyone’s ears, carrying a chill that pierced the Soul.