Chapter 55 - The fallen saints (1/2)

When Nightin opened his eyes once again, the moon had already swapped shifts with the sun. The peaceful moonlight shone through the glass window as they lightly illuminated up the pitch black area, making view a possible thing in the dark night.

Waverly could be seen sitting on the chair at the counter, her back was arched forwards as she rested her elbows on the counter table. In her hand was a book about mechanisms, it was merely the foundations which she has already memorised by heart, yet she was still studying it with all her effort.

Everytime she opens the book and goes through it again, she realises that there are actually many more secrets hidden within this book, she just needs to learn how to apply her concept into real life.

She may gotten her foundations for theory down, but she has close to zero practical experiences. She has made her mind up this time to do so after she returns to the upper realm. With her authority and position in the family, it wouldn't be difficult for her to have her personal forging room with the materials and equipments needed provided.

As for Nightin at this time, he didn't have the attention to divide towards Waverly. He felt like as though as if he had just experienced a long dream. In that dream, people knew him as the Holy Calamity who cultivates the Gale Blades of Death.

Wherever he goes, it meant the death of every Martial Saint in that area...

[Flashback...]

Back in the ancient era, it was the moment where the spiritual energy in the air was at its thickest. In that era, Martial Saints weren't a rare sight while Martial Emperors were quite common and can be found almost anywhere. Many cultivators had left the cultivation world just to head towards a even higher cultivation world.

At that moment, ten Martial Saints of that era committed a great sin. They actually ventured towards the number one forbidden ground of the whole world. The forbidden ground was known as the Wasteland of Hurricanes.

At the Wasteland of Hurricanes, strong gusts of wind were constantly blowing. Even Martial Emperors weren't even capable of seeing through the wind. The wind was surrounded by a mysterious force which will blind every cultivator who tries to probe it, they might even take that cultivator's life just to silence them.

The wind itself was a living entity which even Martial Saints feared, yet the true ruler of that place has never showed his true face. Many people only knew one thing, At the Wasteland of Hurricanes lived countless beings who call themselves demigods. Those demigods themselves acclaimed to serve a god who they know as Ninetails...

On that very fateful day, ten Martial Saints who are believed to be the strongest of that era, made the gravest mistake in the history of mankind. They actually attempted to venture into the Wasteland of Hurricanes.

Before heading towards the forbidden ground, they all had gathered up for a meeting beforehand. They gathered at the peach blossom mountain which was the number one beauty of nature that time, yet it has lost its previous glamour. It was nothing but a factory for metals right now.

One of the Saints who was known as the Saint of blazing flames took the initiative to burn up the vigour within everyone. Slamming his gourd of wine on the table, he seemingly shouted while speaking ”Why should we care about those damn wind blades? We should just shatter them together!”

The Saint of the ocean continued by stepping in ”Even if we manage to get past the blades of wind, who among us would be able to contend against a demigod?”

The Saint of Poison licked his lips as his pet scorpion laid on his shoulder. It had a small slender body with vicious claws and a deadly tail, its poison was strong enough to kill even the weaker Martial Saints. ”Yo, we shouldn't think that far yet. We are going to face a whole group of demigods, not just one.”

After a long three days and night, they have finally finished their long conversation as they headed towards the Wasteland of Hurricanes.

After appearing at the entrance, a strong gust of wind formed by two blades of wind spiralled towards them. The Saint of thunder immediately set up a lightning array which managed to block off the blades of wind and shock them, making them retreat backwards.

The wind blades were creatures with intelligence and wisdom which were comparable to humans after all, they knew that they weren't enough to deal with these Martial Saints and fell back.

After they left, the Saint of Peace exclaimed ”Have we made the wrong choice to come here?”

Everyone went silent after hearing this, that wind blade just now had totally shocked them. If not for the Saint of thunder who had quick reflexes, they might have already died at the first stage of their conquest.

That wind blade just now actually changed directions countless times while dashing towards them without losing speed. Its speed was so quick that none of them were able to capture it, even the lightning array was just a fluke since it covered the whole area.

The Saint of Darkness interjected in ”Do you guys think we should retreat? If we really want to explore this area, it would have to wait until the day we return from the higher ranked worlds.”

All of the saints started to debate at this time of whether they should retreat. In the end, all of them voted to leave the area immediately except for the Saint of void.

The saint of Void slowly looked at everyone eye to eye before saying ”It's not that I don't wish to return, but it's because that, one demigod is already here.”

Everyone turned around towards the South as a tall yet slender body of about two metres appeared in front of them. It had bamboo like legs which were sharp at the end and had curved in razor sharp blades.