Chapter 1236: Saint's Arrival, Prosperous Age Like the End of the World

Author: Three Hundred Jin's Smile

Last Updated: August 15, 2020Chapter Word Count: 7,354 characters

Zhang Youling clearly knew that undercurrents had already been stirring for a long time.

Most of these multidimensional saints, who had secretly arrived, descended within the last year or two. After a year or two of development, which translates to tens of thousands of years of re-cultivation, it was now almost time for them to once again achieve sainthood. They had secretly risen again, and it was likely that various signs were already appearing!

"Some weaker multidimensional saints have secretly infiltrated and are now wandering saints, moving about and hiding... As for the more powerful ones, I fear they have already, like me, established saintly empires and dynasties, organized groups of saints, and begun constructing ports and world-crossing ships to welcome their next wave of personnel to this land."

His progress had been slow previously, but encountering this miraculous civilization propelled him forward, making his pace comparable to the strongest multidimensional saints, allowing him to welcome forces from his own universe.

"I'm afraid the Great Dao seats in this universe will be largely seized."

Zhang Youling knew in his heart that the Great Dao seats in a universe were limited and extremely valuable resources. Everyone was doing their best to bring their people to this universe to claim a share.

"I fear that if the development becomes too intense and countless multidimensional saints start fighting, there won't be many Great Dao seats left in this universe," he said to Zhang Tong beside him, aware of the terrifying implications.

Zhang Tong gasped in shock. Was it really that terrifying?

She also looked at the port, feeling a newfound sense of dread. After all, once this multidimensional saint had imparted his bloodline to her, he treated her as his confidante and kin, revealing that he was from another universe. It would be difficult to hide the fact that he was preparing to welcome guests from other universes at the port.

"Your only chance of survival is to follow me. The natives of this universe are already in grave danger; they will be directly divided up by the ancient beings arriving from the multiverse. They are very brutal," Zhang Youling stated. "The multidimensional saints of this land have declined and are no longer capable of resisting foreign invaders."

Goosebumps rose on Zhang Tong's skin, and she thought to herself: Could it be that the ancient gods, Moon Goddess Ji, and Reinmanska—these native multidimensional saints—were hiding precisely to prevent being seen by these invaders? Was their universe truly in danger? The more she thought about it, the more logical it seemed.

Zhang Tong couldn't help but ask, "But even if the multidimensional saints of this universe can't resist and can only let invaders descend, seize Great Dao seats, and plunder this universe's resources, surely even all the saints from the entire multiverse combined couldn't take that much, could they?"

Zhang Youling glanced at her, smiling. "You're intelligent, but you don't realize that saints possess far greater wisdom, and their plundering methods are exceptionally cruel! Yes, even if all contemporary saints from nine parallel universes were combined, their total wouldn't exceed 20,000. In a single parallel universe, the number of saints coexisting in one era is typically around one to two thousand. Even if they all came here and forcibly occupied seats, those 20,000 Great Dao seats wouldn't make a significant dent. At most, it would only deplete the resources of this universe for a few hundred million years, far from causing irreparable damage. After all, how vast is a multiverse? Even a single saint is as insignificant as an ant before this immense, grand universe. How could they possibly exhaust all its resources? It would take at least tens of billions of years to fully re-divide such resources."

Zhang Tong nodded; that was true. After all, even though the universe had entered its middle phase, becoming relatively stable and mature with its major powerful rules perfected, the remaining minor details were still terrifyingly numerous! Did a mere 20,000 of them think they could plunder everything? Did they really think a vast, enormous universe was some tiny, pathetic mud hut from the countryside?

"But in reality, it's not calculated that way," Zhang Youling said with a smile.

"Why? Could it be that one saint can occupy ten or a hundred seats? Or that they'll just sit on the throne without doing anything?" Zhang Tong asked.

Zhang Youling paused for a moment.

"Indeed, the number of normal Tenth-Tier Saints in this era is scarce, but the abnormal Tenth-Tier Saints are countless," Zhang Youling said, hands clasped behind his back.

"Countless abnormal Tenth-Tier Saints?" Zhang Tong was taken aback.

Fatty Zhang smiled and murmured faintly: "Tenth-Tier descendants."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tong felt dizzy, and cold sweat broke out, giving her goosebumps. Tenth-Tier descendants too! These Tenth-Tier offspring are incomplete; they are destined not to achieve true Tenth-Tier enlightenment and cannot wield the authority of rules. They do not have official seats; they are mere standees. In their own universes, they lack Great Dao seats, but arriving in the multiverse is their greatest opportunity, as they can directly achieve enlightenment in this universe.

"Shameless, utterly shameless," Zhang Tong exclaimed in spite of herself.

"This is the cruelty of the universe. In the eyes of saints, the world is cold," Zhang Youling said, looking at the small television screen in front of him, intending to mentor her patiently. "Other multidimensional saints are utterly shameless; they will bring a multitude of their own descendants, as well as the descendants of their subordinate saints, to invade and seize this universe's resources!"

His eyes were as deep as water. "Currently, I'm guiding you to build this port and prepare to construct the world-crossing ship. This is so we can traverse a certain distance across the Sea of Chaos and, in the future, welcome the next wave of visitors from my universe's affiliated civilizations... They have five thousand Tenth-Tier descendants who have already set off from another universe, so we must quickly dispatch a ship from this parallel universe to meet them."

"F-five thousand?"

Zhang Tong was dumbfounded. One multidimensional saint transporting five thousand? As for Tenth-Tier descendants, if one is willing to procreate, they can certainly be had. It's quite natural for some veteran saints to have hundreds of Tenth-Tier descendants under their command; for those who enjoy nurturing, even thousands of descendants are possible!

"Do you see it? The future."

Zhang Youling said calmly, "This land will completely usher in an unprecedented golden age—an age where saints are as common as dogs! During a universe's normal era, there are usually only about a thousand saints governing simultaneously... But here, it will be different. This place will soon experience unimaginable bustle; this vast, desolate land of chaos, which should have been home to only a little over a thousand saints, will become extraordinarily lively, welcoming the descent of countless saints!"

"At that time, an unimaginable number of era-defining prodigies will converge, marking a rare golden age in the entire history of the multiverse!"

Zhang Youling's words seemed passionate, painting a picture of a grand golden age. While a normal era might only see just over a thousand saints, here, hundreds of thousands of beings would descend to achieve enlightenment... Such a situation would truly be unprecedented, perhaps never seen before or since.

"However, this golden age will overdraft the entire universe's lifespan, exploiting its Great Dao seats," Zhang Tong took a deep breath, her heart shaken. "This golden age is like an apocalypse!"

This information was astonishing, truly jaw-dropping.

Zhang Tong couldn't help but ask, "Is there no way to stop all of this?"

Fatty Zhang glanced at Zhang Tong and smiled. "It's unstoppable. This land will face an invasion from all multidimensional saints, and countless great beings from other dimensions will wage war here, vying to carve up this huge cake. It cannot be stopped; we can only try to minimize the universe's losses. When all beings have fought for enlightenment and one saintly faction comes to dominate this land, suppressing and driving out other saints, everything will come to a halt. The victorious saintly faction will drive other saints out of its territory. As the overlord of this universe, it will naturally protect its own interests, becoming the universe's new 'native' power, thus maintaining rights and preventing other saints from illicitly entering again..."

Zhang Youling glanced at the small television screens in front of him, implying, "We can only hope that this saintly faction, destined to sweep across all directions, appears quickly and drives out the other invaders as soon as possible, so that the Great Dao seats in this universe are not excessively depleted!"

Zhang Tong immediately understood his meaning: he wanted them to help in the conquest and become the ultimate victors of this land! After all, once this land completely becomes the property of that one invader, having defeated all other beings, he will naturally protect his private domain and pursue sustainable development, becoming the "native" guardian of this universe's interests.

"Rest assured." Zhang Tong declared righteously, "We will spread the glory of upgrading throughout the entire multiverse, letting countless unspeakable ancient beings hear of our honor!"

Zhang Youling was instantly very pleased.

Xu Zhi calculated the timeline, and his expression suddenly became odd. All descended a year or two ago, and are now rising again? As soon as that terrifying multidimensional saintly empire collapsed, they all seized the opportunity to secretly infiltrate this place... Didn't that coincide with his own timeline? He, too, had risen more than a year ago. Xu Zhi had previously thought his cultivation speed was very fast, but he hadn't expected that this group, including Fatty Zhang, would be just as quick. The timing was quite coincidental.

"It seems the one who got killed was the Mother of Insects," Xu Zhi scratched his head. The players didn't know, but he was perfectly clear on it. But that was natural. The Mother of Insects was so unrestrained; she must have been famous throughout the world. It would be impossible for him not to know about her... It would be abnormal *not* to hear of her demise. Just as Xu Zhi had thought, this entity's influence was far-reaching; she was indeed once the greatest giant of this universe, possessing identities across various multiverses and exerting her influence everywhere, though she had since fallen.

"I just didn't expect her to leave such a mess," Xu Zhi's eye twitched slightly. "My development speed is quite fast; I've caught up to a similar realm as these secretly infiltrating saints... But it doesn't matter. Let those saints come if they want to steal the Great Dao seats of this universe?" His expression was very calm. He couldn't be bothered with the Great Dao seats; he didn't rely on them anyway. "Perhaps it's also time to let you outsiders, these bumpkins, see what the prehistoric truth of the universe is."

Xu Zhi considered it, deciding not to interfere much. "History" was something they had to uncover themselves. These titans were coming to divide the universe's legacy, to carve up the Mother of Insects' territory. Perhaps there would even be multidimensional empires comparable to the previous generation of the Zerg.

"As for external matters, these players will figure things out themselves and continue expanding territory with Zhang Youling. I don't need to worry about it... It seems those saints, acting as insiders, establishing ports, and thoroughly bringing in large numbers of beings from other universes, still have some time."

Xu Zhi took a deep breath, feeling a slight sense of urgency, but he also knew deeply that knowledge was the source of all power, and his research into this external universe was the real priority.

"It's time to refine the new version of the Mother of Insects to deal with those multidimensional saints from the multiverse," Xu Zhi said calmly, taking a step directly in front of Nü Yi and Meng Mei, observing the new cosmic life they had evolved. "Let this universe feel a surprise."

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