"It's still me, the old man, who can see the bigger picture. Facing young people who can cause trouble but also resolve it, you've got to invest boldly. In a short while, you can exchange for another Holy Artifact, tsk tsk."

He sat with a look of pride on his face.

...

In a mountain depression further away, a fierce-looking big monk was watching the distant dark and chaotic scene with a gloomy expression.

He felt a slight unease; this time, Qin Cultivator's plan might have... failed.

'Damn it, Qin Cultivator really can't be trusted!'

Yet, he also felt a bit unwilling.

Qin Cultivator had promised him many things, including the essence of an Ancient God and a Holy Artifact.

Otherwise, just by threatening him with past events, how could he possibly help Qin Cultivator with so many matters? With his current strength, if he wished, he could just leave Guang An Temple.

Though Guang An Temple is a grand inheritor of the Great Boundless Buddha, the first Buddha of the world, with profound teachings, it didn't leave much by way of inheritance. Mostly, it was the ultimate truth of the Buddhist Sect. Despite countless years of development, the monks of Guang An Temple, using the ultimate truths, have comprehended the most mysterious path of Nirvana rebirth in the world. But ultimately, there was no true method of origin inheritance from the Buddha.

Far less than the Dao Lineage passed down by the Great Thunderous Tathagata, Great Bodhi Sumeru, and Namo Emperor Tuo, the three Buddhas.

This leader of the Buddhist Sect, in terms of combat strength, fell short of his reputation.

The fierce monk couldn't understand why Guang An Temple has been able to hold the top position in the Buddhist Sect for sixty thousand years, relying only on those useless scriptures!

For years, he helped Qin Cultivator because he knew a secret of Qin Cultivator's early years, and they held leverage over each other.

In the past, Qin Cultivator obtained a corpse of a Holy King. By offering up this corpse, he became a disciple of a Saint, bided his time, and became an unprecedented Saint Heir of the Lifeless Sect. Unfortunately, Qin Cultivator's master was eventually killed after he spent a thousand years plotting.

Otherwise, the opponent's lifespan would not have been only over two thousand years.

The fierce monk, thinking of this, sighed.

"It's time to make plans early, got to find a way to fool those from Fa Rong."

...

As time passed second by second, the phantom of the Ancient God eventually completely dissipated, and the strange forces surrounding the mining area finally weakened, making it possible to hear the sound of the Lingchuan Bell.

Huan Songzi and others showed expressions of relief and survival on their tired faces.

This calamity today seemed to be safely overcome.

Xu Guang also showed relief, just then, General Wei's long nose swung naturally, as if by instinct, caught something from the air, and placed it on his back.

The moment Xu Guang saw this thing, his entire body shivered.

It was a completely crystalline... pale finger!

Various Dao patterns flickered on its surface, as if containing the ultimate truth of the world.

"An Ancient God's finger?"

Before Xu Guang could intervene, he saw General Teng excitedly reach out from General Wei's body, grab the Ancient God's finger immediately, and transformed into a dragon's head, swallowing the three-meter-long finger in one gulp!

From General Wei's words, Xu Guang learned this was General Teng's intention, which is why General Wei managed to snatch this fleeing Ancient God's finger from the void in the darkness.

He fell into silence.

The origin of General Teng... seemed very mysterious. This type of parasitic plant, which could only survive by parasitizing others, almost possessed greater strength than its host.

Even Qin Cultivator's mountain and river great furnace, refined with the fire of a Holy King, couldn't completely dissolve the Ancient God's finger, yet General Teng swallowed it whole.

Could it be that this thing was originally meant to feed on the Ancient God?

Xu Guang couldn't help but have this terrifying thought.

He didn't have time to think more.

He saw a glimmer of light emerging in the dark sky.

Then he saw a huge bell that covered the sky, a Holy Artifact, a Holy Artifact directly controlled by a Saint. Its terrifying power completely surpassed that of a Holy Artifact controlled by Xu Guang using the source of a Saint.

The Lingchuan Bell, the Holy Artifact held by Senior Sister Yuanshuang's master, the Lingchuan Saint.

The Lingchuan Saint was also quite shocked by everything happening in the mining area.

Although just a small first-grade master, even if he was a warrior of two nirvanas in his past life, the ability to cause such a situation was still hard to believe.

Even as a Saint, he couldn't help but feel some apprehension towards this so-called sin Saint Heir named Qin Cultivator.

This was a real disaster, a disaster caused by human actions.

Including the Lingchuan Saint, Huan Songzi, Yuanshuang, and others could already foresee that after today, they would inevitably be reproached by the upper house.

After all, this place was too close to Beiji City.

With this in mind, Yuanshuang looked at Xu Guang with a resentful gaze, even the Lingchuan Saint's glance at Xu Guang held a hint of meaning.

With a Saint personally taking action to control this mountain and river formation, combined with the aid of Lingchuan Bell, collecting the remaining origin of the Ancient God and the deadly aura of the surroundings happened swiftly.

In just three days, the darkness completely dissipated. However, this vast area, like being covered by death, turned into a desert that would not be able to recover for a long time.

The great furnace of mountains and rivers, upon completing the final refinement, manifested a light cluster within, projecting a vast cauldron's phantom into the people's eyes.

The huge cauldron slowly came to a standstill.

Then the cauldron lid moved aside, and a snow-white elixir pill, rotating and the size of a dragon's eye, rose high and hovered in the air.

In an instant, myriad lights shone, and a strange fragrance dispersed.

What an unparalleled treasure!

This heavy treasure instantly stirred the hearts of some strong people of Beiji City who had not yet left, as well as the subsequent strong people who reached there, causing their hearts to pound with excitement.

This item, if refined, could at least allow a person to break through to becoming a Saint, and even enhance a Saint's cultivation. Such a treasure is enough to cause wars between Holy Lands.

These people originally thought they came to watch the spectacle, to laugh at the North Polar Six Institutes, but unexpectedly, after the disaster, such a heavy treasure appeared!

As for the deadliest aura above the elixir, they didn't care; no matter the severe side effects of refining such an elixir, so what?

At worst, they would transform into a Corpse Dao Saint directly.

Even a Corpse Dao Saint is a Saint; as long as one can break through to become a Saint, it doesn't matter.

Among these people, Xu Guang's strength wasn't that high, but still, he could feel the blatant greed emanating from them.

Because of greed, these people no longer bother to conceal their emotions.

As the Lingchuan Saint moved his hand, the surrounding air instantly changed.

Just as he reached out to take the elixir.

Suddenly, an incredibly old voice called out.

"Hold on."

In the distance, amid clouds, there were boys and girls singing and dancing, swaying their bodies, and on the clouds appeared an old man in green clothing, hunched over, whose aura stood against that of the Lingchuan Saint.

Without a doubt, this was a Saint—a very old Saint.

As the conflict between him and the Lingchuan Saint intensified, a faint decaying smell began to permeate the air.

"So, it's Elder Cangshan. You're quite old, do you want to oppose our North Polar Six Institutes at this time?"

Elder Cangshan chuckled softly, "Indeed, as you say, Lingchuan. I am very old, and there's nothing left in life to pursue. My only hope is to live a few more years and see if any of my unworthy descendants can achieve something."

In the long span of life and years, behind every Saint lies a massive family or Holy Land.

If a successor appears while the Saint is alive, it's fine. But if there's no one to replace them after the Saint, everything gained by the Saint in life will be lost again.

Elder Cangshan knew such a result and wanted to make one last gamble.

The Lingchuan Saint squinted his eyes and then looked at a distance.

"Do you all think the same, seniors?"

As the words fell, several almost equally decaying figures descended from the sky.

"Lingchuan, we have cooperated with the North Polar Six Institutes for many years. When young, we did no evil, and as we grew old, we settled in Beiji City cooperating with the North Polar Six Institutes. After so many years, isn't it fair to gain something?"

The speaker was an old lady dressed lavishly in red, adorned flamboyantly.

Her tone was heavy, playing on emotional appeals.

Saints are extremely unstable factors, especially those saints nearing the end of their lifespans. If they go mad, it's nothing less than a catastrophe for any power or city in Jizhou.

So, in the past, the North Polar Six Institutes had an agreement that if Saints were willing to fade away in Beiji City, the North Polar Six Institutes would guard the Saint's legacy for a thousand years.

This was a kind of transaction.

Four Saints, positioned in four directions, gradually surrounded the Lingchuan Saint and the many disciples of the Beidi Institute.

The atmosphere was tense!