Martial Soul: Be a Saint

The endless darkness of the sky seemed to be endless. Wu Hao's martial spirit followed the illusory summons and continued to fly in the darkness.    

    

A hundred years later, he finally saw a mountain. It was an enormous mountain formed entirely from the natural laws of the world.    

    

In Wu Hao's eyes, the rules that were derived from millions of sources created a black mountain peak that looked like a giant.    

    

On this mountain peak, the natural laws intersected with each other, forming balls of bright colored and colorful Source Energy. They expanded their respective laws and domains, forming a world that intersected in a crisscrossing fashion.    

    

In the middle of the divine mountain constructed by countless regular thread, a hundred zhang tall Ancient Giants was sitting cross-legged.    

    

The call from the Ancient Giants came out of nowhere.    

    

Wu Hao looked at the hundred zhang tall Ancient Giants, instantly thinking of the hundred zhang tall Magic Ape King.    

    

However, the Ancient Giants in front of him was not an ape, but a real Ancient Giants.    

    

"Child, you've finally come. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come in quickly!"    

    

As Wu Hao's martial spirit neared the The Divine Mountain of Rules, the Ancient Giants that was originally sitting cross-legged in the middle of the mountain suddenly opened its eyes, a profound light that was like the starry sky flashed in the depths of its eyes.    

    

That terrifying strength was enough to frighten people!    

    

Wu Hao's Martial Spirit stopped, and looked at the Ancient Giants in shock.    

    

He quickly noticed that the other party was only a remnant soul, or rather, a remnant consciousness.    

    

But such a remnant consciousness, his strength was enough to make people tremble in fear.    

    

Strong...    

    

Too strong.    

    

so strong that it's indescribable, what kind of price does soul consciousness have?    

    

Perhaps he could read Wu Hao's thoughts, the Ancient Giants looked at him and spoke again: "Child, don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions, come in!"    

    

Hearing that, Wu Hao did not move, and frowned slightly while standing in place.    

    

After staring at the other party for a while, his expression suddenly darkened, and he asked with a deep voice, "Sir, who are you? Why did you summon this junior here? "    

    

"Child, my name is Luan Tian, people call me Chaos God! The reason I summoned you here, is because I want you to inherit my mantle! "    

    

The Ancient Giants looked at him and answered slowly.    

    

"Confusion? Chaos God? How come I've never heard of a person like you in the Demonic God Battlefield? "    

    

Hearing that, Wu Hao frowned, and raised the question in his heart.    

    

"It's normal for you to not have heard of me because I've been around for too long. It's impossible for many people to remember me. Even the people who do remember me aren't willing to talk about me!"    

    

The Ancient Giants responded shamelessly.    

    

"Oh, why?" Hearing his words, Wu Hao was surprised.    

    

"Because, I, Huntian, was once the ruler of this place, the ruler of the two great races, gods and devils. Above this The Fiendgod continent, I am the supreme existence, but …"    

    

"However, I was blinded and took in two of my ancestors' disciples who cheated me out of my cultivation. They joined hands to frame me and completely destroyed my soul, leaving behind only my consciousness!"    

    

"And they achieved their goals as well. They became the rulers of the two great races, the Fiendgods. But in order to subdue their respective powers, they launched the Fiendgod battle!"    

    

"In the countless millennia of my life, almost all of the two great races have died. The only ones who know me, how could they possibly mention me!?"    

    

The Ancient Giants roamed the sky, telling him an earth-shattering secret.