Flying Sword Long Lost

Above the stars, half were engulfed in mysterious flames while the other half dripped pure ice.

A cultivator dressed in a robe of red and blue sat in the center, with both hands forming an unknown seal. He closed his eyes in meditation. Suddenly, his robe fluttered, and golden light flashed briefly. Fresh greenery sprouted, and soil emerged from his hands as he formed the seal.

This was his Five Elements technique, obtained from the ruins of the Five Elements Saint.

At that moment, the Water and Fire Immortal opened his eyes, revealing one red and one blue eye. He stared straight ahead and asked, "Why would the esteemed Little Heavenly Emperor bother to visit me?"

"Hehe," a light laughter followed, accompanied by a greeting, "Since you have obtained the opportunity of the Five Elements Saint, we are now on the same path. There is no need for formalities; we are fellow cultivators."

After the voice echoed, a figure appeared floating in the starry sky. With a slight tilt of the head, a dazzling divine light wrapped around the left hand. The figure smiled and said, "Passing by this place, I wanted to offer my greetings."

The Water and Fire Immortal's hands, which were forming the seal, relaxed. There was a trace of caution in his dual-colored eyes as he faced this top-tier genius. He replied, "Are you really so free and at ease that you would surprise me?"

The Little Heavenly Emperor smiled again, gently patting the void with his radiant hand. Ripples spread out, drawing in the aura of heaven and earth. He continued, "Let me first share with you the recent news I've heard. It is said that the Little Supreme, who obtained the opportunity of the Extreme Yin Ice, has joined forces with the Divine Realm Prince. They have made a great soul oath between them."

The Water and Fire Immortal furrowed his brows and shook his head. "I don't believe the arrogant Divine Realm Prince would be willing to cooperate with others, let alone make a soul oath!"

"You are right," the Little Heavenly Emperor nodded in response. "The Prince is indeed arrogant, but arrogance holds no power in the Great Death Realm. Only with a genuine Great Saint opportunity can one become truly arrogant in the Great Death Realm."

Speaking up to this point, the Little Heavenly Emperor snapped his fingers lightly, and the void opened up. He reached in and took out a crimson box in the shape of a climbing phoenix, saying with a smile, "You have obtained a Great Saint opportunity. Although you are not from a major realm, it is enough to be on par with my fellow cultivators. Now, I present my sincerity and hope to form an alliance with you to seize the next three Great Saint opportunities."

The Water and Fire Immortal did not respond immediately. His gaze lingered on the crimson phoenix box for a moment, and he furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "Why me?" he asked cautiously.

The Little Heavenly Emperor smiled in response. "Because you have obtained a Great Saint opportunity. If we cooperate well, I can recommend you to the Hall of Group Sages in the Celestial Realm and contend for a position!"

The Water and Fire Immortal's eyes narrowed, and the radiance in them flickered. It was indeed a tempting proposal.

He had obtained a Great Saint opportunity, which allowed him to stand shoulder to shoulder with top-tier geniuses within the Great Death Realm. However, what would becoming a quasi-saint achieve once he left the Great Death Realm?

In the countless realms of the heavens, quasi-saints were not in short supply. What was lacking were Great Saints and quasi-emperors!

His background was insufficient, and the resources he had obtained were far fewer than those of other top-tier geniuses. If he remained at the level of a quasi-saint, he would soon be caught up to and surpassed by other cultivators from major realms.

This is the helplessness of the intermediate realm. Even if one obtains a great saint opportunity, it is not guaranteed to surpass the top-tier prodigies. They only have the qualifications to be on par with the top-tier prodigies in the current situation.

Water and Fire Immortal, after finally obtaining a great saint opportunity, naturally would not be willing to settle for less. Now, the Little Heavenly Emperor has spoken the thing he desires the most.

The Hall of Group Sages!

It is said to be a hall that only those of quasi-saint rank and above in the celestial realm can enter. Seats are set up within it to offer the blessings of the entire celestial realm to the sages!

And the most incredible aspect is that the Hall of Group Sages can deceive the heavens, concealing one's movements!

After entering the Hall of Group Sages, Water and Fire Immortal can cover up his heavenly secrets and be regarded as a cultivator of the celestial realm. He can cultivate using the opportunities and blessings of the celestial realm. It has attracted numerous prodigies from other realms as well.

Water and Fire Immortal fell silent for a long time and then furrowed his brows as he asked, "I heard that the seats in the Hall of Group Sages are very limited. Currently, the prodigies are already lining up, waiting for some aging saints to pass away. Can I really take a seat there?"

"Just relying on you alone, it's naturally impossible," the Little Heavenly Emperor grinned. "But as long as I join you, once I obtain a great saint opportunity and return to the celestial realm, I will naturally have a great say. It's only a matter of time before I let you take a seat in the Hall of Group Sages."

"However, there is one requirement before that. You must reach the quasi-saint level for me to directly let you take a seat in the Hall of Group Sages."

"That's not a problem," Water and Fire Immortal nodded, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with caution as he continued to ponder.

The Little Heavenly Emperor raised the crimson Phoenix Box in his hand and chuckled, "Inside is a fire attribute immortal law. As long as you agree, regardless of success or failure, this fire attribute immortal law will serve as an initial payment for our cooperation."

He was quite generous, using the fire attribute immortal law as the down payment, confident that Water and Fire Immortal would not refuse.

The Little Heavenly Emperor had a casual smile on his lips, his expression indifferent. He even took the opportunity to glance at the other scenery and stars.

Water and Fire Immortal would agree; it was only a matter of time.

The Hall of Group Sages was something that nine out of ten prodigious cultivators could not refuse. Once they step into the Hall of Group Sages and take a seat, it represents an achievement that will ultimately not be inferior to becoming a great saint.

Some say that the Hall of Group Sages is the last line of defense for the celestial realm, cultivating a guaranteed force of great saints for the celestial realm.

This statement is indeed true. As long as the Hall of Group Sages exists, the celestial realm cannot be too weak.

Currently, the Hall of Group Sages has a total of thirty quasi-saint seats, eighteen saint seats, eight great saint seats, five quasi-emperor seats, and two great emperor seats.

This is the guaranteed force of the celestial realm, not to mention the existence of other powerful individuals outside of the Hall of Group Sages.

Water and Fire Immortal could not refuse this proposition.

The Little Heavenly Emperor's face relaxed, and he even whistled.

The reality was just as he had expected.

"I agree, but I will choose the oath," Water and Fire Immortal said seriously.

"Hmm, but the oath you choose must be reasonable," the Little Heavenly Emperor replied with a light laugh.

With this, the two of them formed an alliance. Within the Great Death Realm, many prodigies had also formed alliances, hoping to seize one of the few remaining great saint opportunities for themselves.

In this situation, above the Little Star.

Xu Zhen faced Ma Xiaohong directly, expressionless, and calmly said.

"Next time the Great Sage's Remnants open, you and I will go together."

"Mm-hmm." Ma Xiaohong nodded quickly, her expression somewhat nervous.

Xu Zhen spoke again, his voice low.

"I want to borrow Brother Xia's three million Flying Swords!"

Ma Xiaohong raised her head, and the bronze sword in her embrace trembled, emitting a trembling sword aura.

The Flying Swords had long been sheathed, not seeing the light of day for a long time!