Global Panic, Support? Void Blazing Heaven Mirror!

Across the globe, both Awakened and ordinary citizens began to panic. Everyone knew that extraterrestrial Saint Realm beings were terrifyingly strong. If they launched an attack, the devastation would be unimaginable. It would be far more horrifying than the mutated beast sieges at the dawn of the upheaval; a single strike could wipe out countless lives. Beings of that caliber wielded godlike power, capable of literally overturning rivers and upending oceans. Yet to this day, no such figure had emerged on Earth, where the highest level reached was only the fifth stage. Even including the mutated beasts with formidable bloodlines, the disparity was vast. No one doubted Lu Yuan's martial prowess. Ever since his rise, he had crushed virtually every opponent, carrying himself with an invincible presence. Yet this time, his adversaries were completely different. Furthermore, some extraterrestrial beings began spreading propaganda, explaining just how dreadful the sixth stage of the evolutionary path truly was, casting a heavy pall over humanity's spirits. "The Saint Realm has three stages: Void Saint, Demi-Saint, and Great Saint. Even the weakest Void Saint possesses heaven-defying means and can obliterate small stars." "Beneath the Saints, all are ants—this is universal truth. That human Lu Yuan on Earth is indeed remarkably strong, but he stands no chance against them." "The balance of this world will undergo a drastic shift, and far stronger clans will take control of everything." They declared that Lu Yuan was almost certain to be crushed and slain. They also believed that the moment he died, his influence would dissipate, and the extraterrestrial races that had previously been cowed would reassert their dominance once the pressure holding them back was gone. After all, everyone knew that the vast majority of living beings on this world were simply too weak. The strong preying on the weak and the mighty reigning supreme were the supreme laws of the deep cosmos. Without a powerhouse to anchor the realm, being suppressed and cowed was only natural. In truth, before descending, many extraterrestrial beings had viewed themselves as visitors from a higher civilization entering a lower one, confident that they could easily suppress the natives and seize fortunes and inheritances at will. Who could have predicted the emergence of Lu Yuan—a figure endowed with horrifying combat strength and an unyielding will? Powerless to oppose him, they had been forced to lie low. As a result, deep resentment festered within many extraterrestrial beings. They attributed this predicament entirely to the Severance of Heaven and Earth. Had the stronger experts of their clans been able to descend, what waves could a mere Sovereign King Realm cultivator make? Now, Saint Realm entities from major clans were coming to claim his life, and they eagerly anticipated the clash. Meanwhile, the Awakened and common people of Earth fell silent, lost for words. The approaching foes were simply too terrifying. Could King Lu truly match them? Amidst these conflicting thoughts and emotions, time slipped by. More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day when the Saints of the three major clans would descend drew ever closer. At Mount Tai Trial Academy, Elder Ji, Elder Yun, and other leaders mobilized forces from all sides. Modern military units and newly trained Awakened assembled in full force. That a cataclysmic battle and severe crisis loomed was now widely accepted. They chose to give Lu Yuan their full support, ready to advance and retreat as one. Many answered the call. Those belonging to the Heavenly Court, including Zhu Qingyu and others, were cultivating and evolving with all their might, striving to bolster their strength in the short time remaining. If necessary, they would take action at the critical juncture. To outsiders, this might seem like overestimating their own capabilities. Yet it stemmed primarily from the courage in their hearts—the belief that King Lu had already shouldered far too much, and when the moment came, they too ought to take up their responsibilities and stand their ground. In short, everyone was preparing, unwilling to await death idly or rely solely on a single individual to resolve the impending crisis. At that moment, inside a chamber, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged with his eyes lightly closed. Before him, the Fantian Seal hovered in midair, radiating brilliant light and appearing exceptionally mystical. Even in its damaged state, an indescribable force surged within, slumbering deep inside. *Crack...* After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound emerged from the seal. Lu Yuan opened his eyes, a look of delight on his face. "All the restrictions have been fully refined. It was faster than anticipated." He had underestimated the effect of assimilating the Human Sovereign's blood. He had expected the process to take nearly a month, yet it was completed in less than twenty days—a pleasant surprise. Now that all of the Fantian Seal's restrictions had been refined, it felt as though he could control it effortlessly. Its usage also came to him naturally, allowing him to understand precisely how to unleash its maximum power. Without a word, a thought crossed his mind, and the Fantian Seal gleamed with light. Though its appearance changed little, a profoundly heavy aura emanated from it. Every inch of its surging brilliance carried an inexplicable weight, akin to a primordial mountain. *Sizzle...* *Crack, crack...* Even before the Fantian Seal descended, every surface touched by its radiance began to crack and fracture. The chamber where Lu Yuan cultivated was constructed entirely from specialized alloys that even an Awakened newly entered into the Shackle Realm could not easily breach. Yet merely the falling light produced such destruction. Pushing the thought aside, he willed the light to retract. "The Fantian Seal possesses essentially only one property: weight. As one's cultivation grows, it can eventually smash a star to pieces. That is its greatest power." By now, Lu Yuan understood its function well. Its method of attack was straightforward—smashing targets. So long as the user possessed sufficient strength, the Fantian Seal would grow increasingly potent, easily capable of pulverizing stars. In other words, its current utility surpassed even that of the Daluo sword core. This left him curious about the materials used to forge it. Naturally, it was merely curiosity, accompanied by admiration. It truly lived up to its reputation as a supreme treasure left behind by the immortal Guangchengzi. If he attacked with full force, amplified by the twenty-eight grotto-heavens of the Ancestral Dragon Breathing Method to multiply his combat strength twenty-eight times, how devastating would the Fantian Seal be? Annihilating a stretch of mountain peaks would undoubtedly be effortless. It was only a pity that the treasure remained damaged; had it been intact, its might would surely be on an entirely different level. Still, Lu Yuan was not greedy. He knew that no matter how powerful a supreme treasure was, it required commensurate strength from its wielder to draw out its full potential. At the same time, he was acutely aware that he would soon confront Saint Realm entities—and more than one. Knowing their power, he could not afford the slightest carelessness. What he needed to do next was continue elevating his own cultivation toward perfection. Yet just as he prepared to resume his seclusion, his senses caught someone approaching. Without hesitation, he stood up and walked outside. It was Jiang Ningxian, who had emerged from her seclusion. The energy emanating from her was noticeably heavier than before. Even so, Lu Yuan could not discern her precise cultivation, which seemed concealed by some mystical technique. "The moment I exited seclusion, I heard that three Saint Realm entities, including one from the Celestial Clan, are about to descend to claim your life?" Jiang Ningxian spoke first, her gaze solemn, clearly concerned. "That's right." Lu Yuan nodded and asked, "Do you have any suggestions, Miss Jiang?" Coming to find him right after emerging meant she certainly had something to say. "The power of the Severance of Heaven and Earth still protects this world," Jiang Ningxian said after a moment of thought. "For them to descend, they will inevitably pay a price and likely won't be able to exert their peak power. Even so, Saints are still Saints. Attaining sainthood along the evolutionary path is no small feat. What's more, Lei You of the Celestial Clan is a Demi-Saint who has reached the seventh stage, making him even more formidable. You..." "Are you saying I can't be their match?" Lu Yuan chuckled softly. "Be that as it may, things have reached this point, and I have no other choice. Ever since the Winged Celestial died, a grudge was forged between me and the Celestial Clan, and they subsequently laid an ambush for me. None of this was provoked by me." The implication was clear: the three clans were dead set on his life, making the impending battle entirely unavoidable. "I know," Jiang Ningxian said with a nod. "You won't let anyone dictate your actions, and once you've made a decision, nothing will change it. In truth, I support you. Those three clans have crossed the line recently. Their juniors were no match for you, so the old generation couldn't sit still and decided to step in to save face, discarding all shame. In a situation like this, they deserve a lesson. It's just..." She looked at Lu Yuan without finishing her sentence, yet her meaning was unmistakable. She knew the battle would take place, but she also understood that confronting Saints was an uphill struggle for Lu Yuan, especially when three of them were descending. Without wasting words, Jiang Ningxian added, "If you need my help, I won't refuse. After all, we have a partnership." A brilliant smile revealed two dimples on her cheeks, showing her sincere desire to aid him, though her underlying reasons remained unknown. "Everything comes with a price," Lu Yuan replied after a brief pause. "Since they came for me, I should resolve it myself." Jiang Ningxian belonged to the Jiang clan, a top-ten lineage among the top hundred star sectors. Her clan likely harbored existences revered as immortals, to whom the Saint Realm was trivial, and they possessed countless ways to deal with such threats. The issue, however, was that Earth was shielded by the Severance of Heaven and Earth, which suppressed power beyond the Saint Realm. Thus, he was certain that if Jiang Ningxian intervened, she would have to pay a substantial price. Lu Yuan had never liked owing favors, so he chose to refuse. Perhaps she had no ulterior motives, but what about the Jiang clan behind her? Hearing this, Jiang Ningxian did not reply immediately, pausing to think. Soon, seeming to grasp his reasoning, she sighed softly. "I understand. Still, I hold a very good impression of you, King Lu, and with our partnership in place, I'd hate to see anything happen to you. How about this? I have an item I have no use for, so I'll lend it to you for now as my personal support. What do you think?" "It's called the Void Blazing Heaven Mirror, an artifact integrating both offense and defense, given to me by an elder of my clan." With that, Jiang Ningxian drew a palm-sized ancient bronze mirror from her sleeve. Inscribed with intricate, profound patterns, its center held the image of a resplendent sun. The moment it appeared, the surrounding space warped slightly, as though an immense, terrifying power lay contained within. Upon seeing it, Lu Yuan was visibly startled. "A Saint weapon?"