Chapter 642

Chapter 642: No Retreat

More and more people were coming.

Countless individuals were arriving.

Everyone was working together to stop the crimson light.

“So many people, what are they doing? What’s going on?”

Lu Hongchen had no clue what was happening or why he could see such a scene.

What was this ring?

Why were there so many people trying to block that crimson light?

And why could he even witness this?

Lu Hongchen had no idea.

But he wasn’t stupid; he quickly caught on.

This ring was, in fact, a flowing river, but with the crimson light covering it, these flowing waters had come to a standstill.

Those countless people were united in their efforts to stop the crimson light, trying to keep the circular flow of the river going.

But why?

Something inside Lu Hongchen told him that the ring should keep flowing; otherwise, so many people wouldn’t be struggling to stop it.

Sure, just because there were a lot of people doesn’t mean they were right.

But the sheer determination of so many, some even spitting blood without wanting to retreat, was a testament to a spirit of fearlessness—only when they believed in the righteousness of their actions would such a brave spirit emerge.

It reminded him of how he had always protected Qing’er; if she were in danger, he would be just as fearless.

Who on earth was this powerful?

Who could force so many into a tough fight?

And what the heck was that crimson light?

Until a figure appeared amidst the crimson glow.

Lu Hongchen???

His eyes widened, pupils constricting.

He recognized that figure at first glance.

It was Qing’er!

How did Qing’er end up in the midst of that crimson light?

She had just been by his side; where had she run off to?

She, she, she…

Lu Hongchen’s mind crashed at that moment.

This was beyond his comprehension. His little sister, the girl who had never strayed from his side, now found herself in such a mysterious place.

And the crimson light that so many were blocking was because of Qing’er.

“We meet the Crimson Dust Saint!”

“We meet the Crimson Dust Saint!”

Countless figures all bowed toward the Crimson Dust Saint.

Crimson…Dust…Saint…

Lu Hongchen was utterly perplexed.

The concept of a saint hadn’t even entered his mind, but she was being referred to as the Crimson Dust Saint. That only confirmed it was his Qing’er, as his own name was Lu Hongchen.

The Crimson Dust Saint watched this scene.

Her eyes were cold and indifferent.

To her, nothing in this world held any significance; even with so many beings trying to stop her, it couldn’t stir her heart.

“You dare to stop me?”

The Crimson Dust Saint spoke coldly.

“Saint, if you proceed this way, the world will perish. Please reconsider!” a Celestial Lord pleaded.

“Those who stop me shall die!”

The Invincible Sword Lord took a deep breath.

In that moment, infinite sword intent circulated around him.

“Then we shall just have to see how powerful the Saint is!”

The Crimson Dust Saint nodded.

“Come!”

“Kill!”

You could say the Invincible Sword Lord had guts; he didn’t waste words, roaring as he charged at the Crimson Dust Saint with his sword.

Lu Ye didn’t hesitate either.

“Kill!”

Throughout history, those who fell short of becoming saints were mere ants beneath the feet of saints.

Saints are forever insurmountable mountains for the beings unable to attain their level.

No matter how strong one might be, when faced with a saint, there was no hope of survival.

But now.

Retreat? What retreat?

What did that even mean?

When saints destroy the heavens, living beings would, of course, charge toward them without hesitation, even if it meant death.

In his past life, Lu Ye had died nearly at the end, witnessing countless predecessors move forward unflinchingly.

In this life, he didn’t want to see that scene again, so let him die first!

“Kill!”

One by one, figures surged toward the Crimson Dust Saint like dragons.

The Invincible Sword Lord plunged his sword into the crimson light, as if stepping into mud, his speed slowed immensely.

His body was riddled with countless cracks.

Even that invincible sword began to show signs of fissures.

Lu Ye followed closely behind.

The Celestial Lord Fist erupted at that moment to its utmost, the Dao Fruit vibrating violently, endless power continuously pouring into his fist, everything within him charging ahead.

His body entered the crimson light.

At that moment, it felt as if he was undergoing a thousand cuts.

But, undeterred!

The speeds of the two slowed significantly within the crimson light, yet they pressed on fiercely toward the Crimson Dust Saint.

Behind them, Celestial Lords unleashed their strongest attacks, all racing toward the Crimson Dust Saint.

The Crimson Dust Saint didn’t make a move; she merely watched the scene coldly, her eyes full of indifference.

Everyone continued to close in on the Crimson Dust Saint.

After using all their strength, the duo managed to get within ten meters of the Crimson Dust Saint.

No strength left.

Not a single ounce of energy remained.

This was the power of a saint, strong enough to evoke a sense of despair.

Facing the Dark Origin God hadn’t felt nearly as hopeless as this. Everything now felt utterly desolate.

This was the true power of a saint.

No need for any movement, no one could come close to her.

The Invincible Sword Lord’s eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, straining every fiber of his being.

He managed to move forward again.

Three meters!

After all, he was the Invincible Sword Lord; Lu Ye, at that moment, could either risk exploding his internal world or not consider advancing any further.

Human strength eventually has its limits!

Lu Ye had done his best, but he couldn’t risk blowing up his internal world, because it wasn’t just about himself; it was about the System, about this realm.

If the explosive world couldn’t recover, even if they survived this tribulation, the next one would still be insurmountable.

All the Celestial Lords were exhausted.

No one could truly touch the Crimson Dust Saint.

The Crimson Dust Saint remained impassive, showing no emotional fluctuations, no mockery, no sentiment.

All this effort by these people was pointless.

The Crimson Dust Saint moved.

As if strolling leisurely, she stepped in front of the Invincible Sword Lord and gently pointed her fingertip at his brow.

The Invincible Sword Lord’s life force extinguished, true spirit vanished.

She walked up to Lu Ye. The Great Emperor?

The Crimson Dust Saint lightly nodded; for someone at the Emperor level to get within her ten meters didn’t come without some skill.

A gentle tap.

The familiar feeling of death washed over him.

Lu Ye was dead.