Chapter 253: Unparalleled Grace

The Shanhua Alliance, Heavenly Palace, Tianlei Sacred Church, and Heavenly Fire Sect each lost some experts, though the number of people remained small.

Cheng Lingyu didn’t comment on Yan Fei’s escape. He felt satisfied with the outcome—being too picky would’ve been unreasonable.

Xiao Lingfeng, Han Zhen, and the others were exhilarated. After being suppressed by the Divine Martial Sect for two months in the ancient ruin, they’d finally gotten their revenge.

“Since you’ve fulfilled my request, I won’t disappoint you either.”

Cheng Lingyu grinned as the scroll above his head unfurled, emitting strange ripples.

Bright light pulsed at the East Gate of Xuan Star Palace, drawing everyone’s attention to the portal.

Flickering brilliance formed twisting characters like silver snakes, their powerful aura forcing the palace doors open with grinding sounds that echoed like ancient weights being lifted.

Ye Anlan, Shui Yingyue, and Yunxiu suddenly glowed intensely. The ethereal figures of the Three Saints above them channeled the power of all things through their bodies, forming three converging energy fields around Xuan Star Palace.

Cheng Lingyu frowned slightly, glancing at the three women. His scroll fully opened, revealing an unparalleled figure—a celestial woman who materialized in the void, radiating holy energy that dominated the surroundings.

This woman seemed both real and dreamlike. Instead of a giant ethereal figure, she appeared tangible, her body wrapped in ordered divine chains that warped the void and shook time and space, creating a distorted zone around her.

The three female saints guarding Xuan Star Palace’s other gates immediately released hostile energy upon sensing her presence, startling all cultivators.

Murmurs spread—why would the Three Saints Palace’s legendary figures despise the woman from Cheng Lingyu’s scroll?

Before anyone could ponder further, the three saintly ethereal figures launched elegant attacks toward the scroll’s woman.

“They’re fighting?!” shouted a confused cultivator.

This made no sense. Since Xuan Star Palace required all four gates to open, the saints should’ve been allies with the scroll woman. Yet their techniques—though graceful—unleashed apocalyptic power that nearly shattered the small world. Only the palace’s special confinement force prevented total destruction.

The unparalleled woman remained calm. As the saints’ attacks neared, the void boiled and time-space itself evaporated around her. Mysterious spiritual patterns formed a six-foot confinement zone around her, disintegrating all incoming energy.

A surreal scene unfolded: violent attacks met absolute stillness, yin and yang clashing without resolution. Lightning flashed as time-space fractured and reformed around the motionless woman.

With a sharp snap, the energy vanished. The three female saints’ assault had failed completely.

Gasps erupted. Though mere spiritual imprints, the saints’ combat strength surpassed anything Blood Martial Realm cultivators could comprehend. Yet the scroll woman—also a spiritual imprint—had overpowered all three.

The ancient ruin left by the Xuan Star Saint became the stage for an astonishing scene – how could his three peerless companions face humiliation here?

Shui Yingyue, Ye Anlan, and Yunxiu stood bewildered. Prior to Cheng Lingyu’s arrival, the three female saints had launched a long-range attack that was effortlessly neutralized by the woman depicted in the scroll.

Now engaged in close combat, the trio’s combined efforts failed to gain ground despite their home advantage, leaving all witnesses stunned.

The Xuan Star Palace trembled as if sensing the conflict, emitting ripples of energy and a special aura meant to mediate between the three female saints and the woman of unmatched elegance.

Golden runes blazed across the four palace doors, projecting beams of golden light that ensnared the three saints and their opponent mid-air.

Upon sensing the palace’s unique energy signature, the three female saints abandoned their hostility, their forms becoming ethereal and indistinct.

Shui Yingyue, Ye Anlan, and Yunxiu each erupted with radiant light, triggering distinct transformations.

From Shui Yingyue emerged a translucent mirror that hovered above her, showering golden radiance that illuminated the surroundings.

Ye Anlan manifested a crimson long sword swirling with scarlet mist, miniature replicas of herself dancing along its gleaming edge.

Yunxiu’s head became crowned by a violet banner whose fluttering fabric sent spiritual patterns rippling through the void.

These were legacy artifacts from Three Saints Palace – secrets never before revealed, now awakening spontaneously.

The three treasures resonated with Cheng Lingyu’s scroll and the palace’s golden beams, their combined energies producing harmonic vibrations that shook the heavens.

The Xuan Star Palace quaked violently, its structure wrapped in divine halos as blinding light pierced the skies.

When the four gates finally swung open, golden beams connected Cheng Lingyu and the three women through their artifacts, unleashing dormant forces that resurrected the long-silent palace.

Ancient doors creaked open to reveal time-sealed halls – would their reopened chambers still hold former glory?

Hundreds of cultivators gaped as torrential light poured from the palace gates, unveiling what seemed like an entirely new realm.

The small world shuddered violently as arrogant power awakened within the palace, its might shaking heaven and earth.

The three women stood transfixed, their glowing eyes locked on the palace as if channeling their saintly predecessors.

Cheng Lingyu alone remained unaffected, calmly observing while his rotating scroll emitted mysterious vibrations.

Outside the palace, cultivators crumpled under overwhelming pressure. Blood Martial Realm experts gasped for breath while Soul Martial Realm masters knelt involuntarily, overcome by saintly might.

Four gates. Four paths. Four destinies.

What forgotten truths would emerge when time’s veil lifted from this sealed legacy?

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At the Blood Moon Wasteland’s ancient ruin entrance, faction leaders anxiously monitored for updates.

The month-long stalemate at Three Saints Palace had yielded no news, fraying nerves among waiting experts.

Speculations ran wild as groups hoped their disciples might return with gains from the Xuan Star Saint’s legacy.

When peculiar energy rippled from the small world, sharp-eyed cultivators immediately reacted.

“Spirit artifact resonance!”

A glowing vessel burst from the portal – a flying spirit artifact carrying four passengers.

“Mu Hua!” cried Wan Fang as Lou Ri City’s contingent surged forward.

“Pan Hong of Mingmo Ridge! Nie Jiaolong of Xuanmoon Ridge!”

Cheers erupted as sect members recognized returning disciples.

“Elder Brother Wan…”

Mu Hua and Tian Feng’s voices trembled with complex emotions as the Cloud Boat descended.

Nie Jiaolong guided the craft to Lou Ri City’s experts, drawing immediate questioning:

“How did you obtain this artifact?”

“Cheng Lingyu’s vessel,” Pan Hong answered tearfully. “He sent us back first.”

The Mingmo Ridge senior’s brow furrowed at his junior’s distress. “What happened, Junior Sister Pan?”