Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Ancestor, palace master, we have received inside news that the eight divine palaces are joining hands!"    

    

An emergency meeting was being held at the side of the eight divine palaces, but the Archaeopterygium had already received the exact information.    

    

After all these years of development, the Archaeopterygium had already infiltrated all eight of the Divine Palaces.    

    

As long as they wanted to, and were willing to pay the price, the eight divine palaces would fall into complete chaos.    

    

There was only one consequence to doing so.    

    

It was the eight Palace Masters who were going all out against them.    

    

"Son, what are you going to do?"    

    

After listening to his subordinate's report, Gu Yue pondered for a moment before asking.    

    

"Rest and recuperate. We will continue to expand our power and establish our faith in the Chaos Palace. This sovereign has already brought people back. The game is about to end!"    

    

Wu Hao slowly stood up and looked into the distance.    

    

So many years had passed, and all he owed was an ultimate war.    

    

Either he died, or the Eight Saints died.    

    

With the combined efforts of the eight great divine palaces, the pressure on Chaos Palace also increased in an instant.    

    

Under this kind of pressure, Wu Hao firmly decided that, regardless of whether it was the Archaeopterygium or the Primal Chaos Faction, they would use all of their trump cards and engage in a fierce battle with the eight divine palaces.    

    

Smoke filled the air.    

    

The flames of war were blazing. Upon seeing this, the eight Palace Lords all began to laugh.    

    

To them, the deaths of the disciples of the eight Divine Palaces were simply not enough to be regretted.    

    

All they wanted was a result.    

    

As long as they annihilated the Chaos Palace, they would have achieved their goal. As for the eight great palaces, they could set them up once more.    

    

So at this moment.    

    

The eight palaces were their pawns.    

    

A chess piece to calm the flames of war.    

    

Their lives were like that of ants, or even ants themselves.    

    

Under the violent impact, the Chaos Palace suffered heavy casualties.    

    

But at the same time, the eight palaces suffered heavy casualties.    

    

At the peak of the ninth heaven, Wu Hao watched the battle with cold eyes as his fists gradually tightened.    

    

The scene in front of him caused his original body's memories to rise.    

    

The fall of billions of citizens in exchange for the so-called imperial power.    

    

It was a taunt.    

    

But the fighting was already on fire, and no one could stop it.    

    

Since ancient times, the victor was the king and the loser was the bandit.    

    

A thousand bones will wither in one go!    

    

It was a description of the current scene.    

    

If not for the Eight Desolations, whose rules were too high, the world would have been shattered long ago.    

    

But even so, when this battle ended, the Eight Desolations's vitality would be greatly reduced.    

    

A hundred years later.    

    

Chaos Palace was severely injured, and the eight divine palaces held the upper hand, but they were still severely injured.    

    

"Ancestor, it's time to start the final plan. We don't have time to wait any longer!"    

    

On this day, Wu Hao found the patriarch of Archaeopterygium, Gu Yue.    

    

Gu Yue nodded and didn't say anything.    

    

And then, he issued nine secret orders.    

    

The moment the secret command was issued, a storm broke out.    

    

The inside of the eight great palaces were in chaos. Another secret order was given, and another power appeared on the surface.    

    

It was the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.    

    

So it turned out that the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had always been a power secretly planned by the Archaeopterygium.    

    

The unrest of the chaotic world resulted in the emergence of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.    

    

Once born, it would shock the world.    

    

"How... How is this possible, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance actually announced that they have joined the Chaos Palace? This... "This …"    

    

Following the news that came from the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, the core members of the eight divine palaces started to panic.    

    

Of course, this was also caused by the eight secret orders.    

    

The Chaos Palace, or more accurately speaking, it should be the last trump card of the Archaeopterygium, which would mean the collapse of the eight divine palaces.    

    

The forces that had infiltrated them over the past few years began to move out one after another, shaking the morale of the personnel within the eight great palaces.    

    

"It's over, it's over. Rogue Cultivator Alliance has joined the Chaos Palace, we eight divine palaces are no match for him, it's all over …"    

    

"Yeah, it's over, it's over. What do we do?"    

    

"About that, we might as well take advantage of the chaos to escape. It's not easy to cultivate, I don't want to die!"    

    

"Look, we have fought with the Chaos Palace for so many years, and have suffered great casualties. Did the eight great palace masters or even the eight saints lend a hand?"    

    

"None... They didn't, they're using us as guns, regardless of our life or death! So why do we have to work for them? "    

    

"The eight great palaces are no longer the same as they were in the past. With them dying here, it would be better to find a place to roam about …"    

    

Almost all of these incidents were secretly played out in the eight temples.    

    

As the Archaeopterygium took out her trump card, the morale of the eight divine palaces were shaken. Countless people began to flee in secret, not in the mood for battle.    

    

By the time the eight palace masters realized this, it was already too late.