Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 947 - 192: It Is Indeed I_2

"..."

Li Hao was speechless for a moment, then said, "You’re so clever, you’ll end up lonely for life."

"Hmph!"

Lie Sky Saint cast a glance at Feng Boping but merely snorted coldly and lowered his gaze to choose another dish.

Feng Boping’s expression became slightly unnatural as he coughed lightly and said to Li Hao, "The Source Ancestor sent people to invite you from thousands of miles away, it’s definitely not so simple. You should be cautious."

"Mm."

Li Hao nodded.

Several days later.

Li Hao and Feng Boping’s incarnation departed from the Little Thousand World together, heading to the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Upon arriving in the Heavenly Origin Realm, Li Hao found the place eerily quiet. At the Source Ancestor Sacred Land, he only sensed the presence of two Saints, one of whom felt somewhat familiar.

"Hmm?" Feng Boping’s eyes glinted.

Li Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. Could the invitation to the Demon Slaughter Conference be a trap?

At that moment, a figure exuding the aura of a Saint emerged from the Source Ancestor Sacred Land and approached Li Hao. His gaze fell lightly upon Li Hao, his expression betraying some complexity.

"You seem to have grown stronger again," Xiao Tianyu said softly.

Previously, when Li Hao had come to the Source Ancestor’s Cave Mansion, Xiao Tianyu had witnessed Li Hao’s ascension to becoming a Saint. Now upon seeing him again, he felt Li Hao’s aura had become even deeper and more profound, as if the Dao itself constantly accompanied him.

"Where is the Source Ancestor?" Li Hao asked.

"The Source Ancestor is guarding the Demon Race at the Void Sky Abyss. The Demon Slaughter Conference is being held there as well. Please, follow me," Xiao Tianyu said with a smile, seemingly sensing the reservations of the two.

Li Hao and Feng Boping exchanged a glance before following him into the Source Ancestor Sacred Land.

Upon reaching the summit of the Saint Mountain, Li Hao was met with a massive void rift that led to the unknown.

"That is the Void Sky Abyss. Please, proceed—Master has been waiting for quite some time," Xiao Tianyu said.

Feng Boping froze in surprise. "This place is separated by millions of miles from the Void Sky Abyss, yet the Source Ancestor actually…"

Xiao Tianyu’s lips revealed a rare trace of a smile, "Master is fond of many things and has dabbled deeply in the Void Tao."

Li Hao’s expression turned solemn as he contemplated. Maintaining such a distant void rift was a testament to the Source Ancestor’s mastery in the void, which likely rivaled that of the Void Ancestor.

He concentrated his Divine Power into his eyes, peering deep into the void rift to discern faintly visible scenes confirming it indeed led to the Void Sky Abyss. Feeling reassured, he immediately flew forward.

Feng Boping suddenly sped ahead, standing at the edge of the rift as Daoist Charm formed at his fingertips. His expression relaxed quickly with a light laugh, "It truly is lively."

He glanced at Li Hao with an assuring look before entering the rift first.

Li Hao smiled faintly and followed closely behind.

After they entered, Xiao Tianyu also stepped into the rift. He had been guarding there solely to await Li Hao’s arrival.

Soon, only a single Saint remained atop the Saint Mountain.

...

The Void Sky Abyss lay at the edge of the void.

Countless star rivers sparkled brilliantly around it, intertwining divine radiance.

Millions of miles away lay a pitch-black void chasm, like a ruptured void waterfall that seemed poised to wash away the stars above.

At the terminus of the void rift traversed by Li Hao, there stood a festivity enclosed by barriers—a suspended venue much like the Turquoise Pool, with fountains of nectar spurting aromatic mist.

Numerous Saints sat at the void’s edge, their emanating Dao profound as they conversed casually.

As Li Hao and Feng Boping arrived, their presence immediately drew numerous eyes, with over half of the Saints recognizing Li Hao and betraying surprise.

"Even Haotian Venerate has come. This fearsome figure is trouble."

"So what? Who would dare disrespect the Source Ancestor’s invitation?"

"Exactly. Even the Food Saint is here. He’s no exception."

"It seems the Demon Race is facing its downfall. The Source Ancestor is, after all, the Source Ancestor. The Demon Race has been lurking cruelly for years; it is indeed time to eradicate them."

"This time, will the Demon King himself appear?"

"Hard to say. That Demon King’s mount is incredibly fierce. Just the mount would require forces greater than the Three Calamities to subdue."

Many Saints exchanged hushed conversations, their gazes occasionally shifting to the topmost figures of the Demon Slaughter Conference.

At the center sat the Source Ancestor, beneath whom sat another Saint from the Source Ancestor Sacred Land—white-haired and white-browed, carrying an elegant air.

Beside him were three Saints, surrounded by vibrant Dao radiances akin to roaring furnaces, their formidable aura illuminating vast swathes of the void.

These three, casually chatting with the Source Ancestor, glanced briefly outside at the murmurs and noticed Li Hao.

Li Hao and Feng Boping’s incarnation flew in as they approached.

"Source Ancestor," Li Hao nodded slightly in greeting, then turned to observe the white-haired and white-browed Saint. The latter’s concealed Saint Path aura felt abstruse, piquing Li Hao’s sense that he was anything but ordinary.

Moreover, the prowess of the three Saints with manifest Dao was clearly above that of common Three Calamities Saints.

"You’ve come. Have a seat," the Source Ancestor said gently upon seeing Li Hao.

Li Hao promptly took a seat with Feng Boping nearby.

"You haven’t stepped into the world often. I’ve heard that recently, a Saint as radiant as a shooting star emerged—one who could slay Three Calamities Saints upon ascending to Sainthood. That must be you, correct?"

A Saint wearing a black high hat smiled faintly beside them.

Li Hao detected the provocation in his tone and cast his gaze briefly, "If All Heavens knows of no other, then I suppose it must be me." freewēbnoveℓ.com

The moment these words left his mouth, the black high-hat Saint’s brow raised faintly. Many Saints in the outer seats, some of whom bore grudges against Li Hao for demanding Heaven and Earth Treasures, sneered coldly at such unabashed confidence. Yet deep down, they begrudgingly admitted that no one in All Heavens matched such prowess.

"Heh, does that mean you’re destined to surpass the Supreme Saint?" The Saint in the black high hat snorted lightly with concealed irritation.

"If that’s what you choose to believe, I won’t contradict you," Li Hao said indifferently.

His remark instantly ignited tension.

"Be cautious; this person is the Star Saint. He’s closely tied to the Void Ancestor, likely here at his behest to trouble you," Feng Boping transmitted discreetly.

"The Void Ancestor, secluded for years, was slain by you, along with the erasure of Void Holy Land. Your temperament isn’t far removed from the ferocity of the Demon Race!" The black high-hat Saint’s face darkened.

"After all these years, should he not reflect on his actions? Did he perhaps fail to put in enough effort?"

Li Hao responded with eerie calm, "Among the Saints of All Heavens, there are many present here. Why didn’t I kill the others—but chose him in particular?"

"..."

The Star Saint fell silent, evidently upset yet unwilling to display weakness, forcing himself into silence.

"The Star Saint has cultivated for countless eras, just shy of stepping across the threshold to Supreme Saint. Isn’t it inappropriate for a junior like you to speak so rudely?"

Another Saint garbed entirely in black robes spoke coldly, his magnetic voice imbued with resolute firmness.

Li Hao glanced at him but replied neutrally, "Since when did Saints start ranking by seniority?"

"Esteemed guests."

The Source Ancestor interjected with a smile, breaking off the discord as he raised his wine cup, "Today is a gathering for demon-slaying—a day of festivity. Let’s refrain from discussing other matters. The Demon Race has also arrived. Does anyone wish to take their leader’s head to liven up the occasion?"

While he spoke, at the distant edge of the void chasm millions of miles away, a mighty procession surged into view.

Li Hao narrowed his gaze toward the spectacle, witnessing a legion donning resplendent Divine Armor, standing tall at the Void Sky Abyss’s brink.

Compared to their vast numbers, the attendees here numbered less than ten thousand.

However, this side consisted solely of Saints, their majestic presence rivaling the divine legion in pressure.

At the forefront of the divine army, a towering figure stood upon the Dragon God’s head, clad in fiery and imposing Divine Armor. A massive broadsword rested in his grasp.

A blood-red cloak billowed behind him, exuding an awe-striking aura powerful enough to suppress galaxies.

This must undoubtedly be the Divine King.

Beside him, Li Hao noticed Ying Xiaoxiao’s familiar figure.

Her radiant, form-fitting Divine Armor complemented her flowing hair beneath her helmet. Her cold and piercing eyes locked with Li Hao’s the moment she noticed him, her expression faltering briefly.

"Is that the famous Haotian Venerate you mentioned? Heh, was I wrong? He’s already become one of Source Ancestor’s prized guests!"

The Divine King’s gaze sharpened as he glanced briefly at the Source Ancestor before sweeping over the scene effortlessly. He seemed to recognize Li Hao at once, having likely seen his imagery through other channels.