The Legend of Futian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Futian stood calmly in the sky, and with a single breath, he sucked in the Qi of heaven and earth.

His heart and mind moved together and could roam freely throughout heaven and earth. It was as if everything was moving in conjunction with his spirit.

Although it was not as brilliant as before, divine light still flowed across his body. His flesh and his spirit had both undergone the baptism of the Divine Catastrophe and had changed, becoming better than before.

At that moment, he felt his body stabilize. His internal organs had become extremely powerful, and they quivered as he breathed. His limbs and bones were completely unobstructed, and he could see extremely far away with his naked eyes.

In his Life Palace, the World Tree swayed with divine radiance. The other life spirits curled around it as if it was supporting them all.

After all, the World Tree was Ye Futian’s original life spirit. The others had all grown out of it.

Will flowed around the World Tree, and in his life palace, Ye Futian could faintly feel it connecting with his thoughts. It seemed to be in both his body and his mind. The trunk of the World Tree seemed to be his body, and it provided him with a constant stream of the breath of life and strength.

Ye Futian felt like his life spirit had been set free, and could actually touch heaven and earth, turning into an incomparably holy tree that would touch the sky.

Unfortunately, he had not truly released his full life spirit in combat as of yet.

He was a Saint. He had extraordinarily become a Saint.

This was a barrier. Most people were stopped by this barrier. Many people in the world of cultivators thought that advancing through the first three tiers of the Saint plane was not as difficult as advancing from a Sage to a Saint. It was a huge test of one’s character, and thus it was one of the most important steps.

By taking this step, he had stepped over the barrier. From now on, he just had to steadily increase his level. Now that he had reached the Saint plane, his state of mind had improved so that he could break through even higher levels.

This step was a huge change. From now on, he would be advancing.

Of course, crossing from the third tier of the Saint plane, Flawless Sainthood, to the fourth tier, the Holiness of Nirvana, was also an incredibly difficult step to take, and it prevented countless heroes from reaching the fourth tier.

To break through to that plane, one needed a lot of luck and a lot of perseverance.

After reaching the Saint plane, Ye Futian felt much stronger than before. Even though it was only a single step, that single step had brought great changes.

Divine radiance shot out from his eyes as he swept his gaze over Xiao Sheng below him.

Before starting on the Divine Path, he had already been able to defeat Xiao Sheng. Now that he had become a Saint, he could easily and swiftly crush him. He did not need to expend as much energy as he would have before.

Even those below them could tell where Ye Futian and Xiao Sheng stood in relation to each other. Even though they were both Saints, the difference in their auras was great. If Xiao Sheng was a supernatural Saint and had completely changed, then Ye Futian was like a god who was even greater than a Saint.

They would never have thought that even after they had both become Saints, there would be such a great difference between them.

Everyone sighed inwardly. Perhaps this was truly a hero whose name would be heard around the world. Before taking that step, he had been able to crush Xiao Sheng. Now that he had taken it, Xiao Sheng could only despair.

They even sort of felt that someone who had been a Saint for many years would be crushed if they fought with Ye Futian, even though he had just become a Saint.

They even wondered about Ye Futian’s family background. Could he truly be just a cultivator who had come from the Lower Worlds?

Why would he be so outstanding? His aura was even more powerful than the juniors of the greatest houses of the Upper Worlds.

There was even wonder in Xia Qingyuan’s eyes as she beheld Ye Futian. He was truly dazzling right now.

She wondered when she would be able to become a Saint.

She wondered what he would be like now that he was a Saint. If he was like he was now, what would be the outcome?

Everyone from the Cottage looked on in reverent silence. Seeing his elegant demeanor, they all felt a burst of joy in their hearts.

Their little brother had become a Saint.

Long ago, Ye Futian had come to the Cottage at age 18 and was pampered by his sworn brothers and sisters. Now he had become a Saint while he was still young. When he returned to the Nine States, he would stand at the peak and look down upon the whole world.

It all seemed like a dream.

He was a Saint. He had attained what had once been unreachable.

Now, after his sworn brother, he had finally taken this step.

Now, he would not need Yu Sheng and the Cottage to protect him anymore. He was the strongest disciple of the Cottage now.

Ye Futian, the Saint, stepped forward, traversing the sky in a single step. He descended before Xiao Sheng.

Xiao Sheng looked at him. At that moment, he felt unworthy to be in his presence.

Once, he had been the heir of the Xiao clan, and Queen Xiao’s niece. Therefore, even though Ye Futian was an outstanding talent and was becoming famous throughout the Upper Worlds, he had not paid him any mind. He thought that by merely blocking his path he could get rid of him.

Now, looking back, he saw that the gap between them was huge.

To become a Saint was to be detached from the ordinary.

However, Ye Futian’s detachment had advanced by leaps and bounds, much faster than other people’s. Even though no one knew what his family background was, he was in Emperor Xia’s good graces, and the Princess treated him favorably. As far as he knew, Xia Qingyuan had never treated anyone else like this.

Even without this incident, Ye Futian would still not be comparable to him.

Now, Ye Futian’s future was limitless, and Xiao Sheng was a criminal.

Maybe if he had seen things clearly before becoming a Saint, this would not have happened.

“Who was it?” Ye Futian asked coldly as he stared at Xiao Sheng. His voice carried an unmistakable meaning.

Xiao Sheng may have confessed, but this matter was not over yet.

Someone was helping him behind the scenes.

The person who was secretly arranging all this from behind the scenes was no ordinary person. But he could not think of anyone other than Xiao Sheng, who hated him.

“I said that it was only me.” Xiao Sheng stared calmly at Ye Futian. Even though he was in turmoil, he now saw many things clearly. It had all come to this, so he would confess.

Since he had done all this, he would pay the price.

He knew that even though he had become a Saint, now that things had come to this point, he was finished.

All his former glory had passed by like clouds of smoke. His cultivation and his future were gone now.

Ye Futian grabbed Xiao Sheng, and in a flash, a terribly bolt of lightning descended towards him. It slammed into him, violently destroying his internal organs.

Not only that, but his eyes became very sharp, and lightning will shot out of them into Xiao Sheng’s eyes.

At that moment, Xiao Sheng’s brain trembled violently as his spiritual will came under serious attack. His whole body shook. He swayed as though he were about to fall, but he was held up by an invisible force.

Xiao Sheng may have confessed that he had done everything, but if he wanted to hide anything else, it would not be that easy. Ye Futian would destroy his will.

Having confessed to his crime, Xiao Sheng had no right to resist. And the Xiao clan had no right to question it.

Below, everyone was looking at the two of them. The saw the terrible lightning flashing around the two of them. The lightning struck Xiao Sheng, destroying his flesh bit by bit and numbing his spiritual will.

“Who was it? Tell me!” Ye Futian’s voice was like thunder as he began to crack open Xiao Sheng’s mind. His brain trembled fiercely, and it seemed that Ye Futian would completely destroy his will.

A voice repeated over and over in his head, telling him to say who it was.

Everyone was speechless. At this moment, Xiao Sheng, who had no power resist, could truly be called wretched.

But this was the price that he had to pay for everything he had done to Ye Futian.

But everyone was still wondering if there was someone else with ill intentions towards Ye Futian.

If there really was, would it be someone in the Xiao clan?

The Xiao clan would not have needed to do this.

But if it was someone else, why would Xiao Sheng admit his guilt but not say who had helped him?

“Xiao Sheng.” At that moment, another figure stepped forward. It was Old Man Xiao. He walked towards him, and when he looked at him, he sighed inwardly. With all that Xiao Sheng had done, it would be impossible to obtain a pardon for him.

Now all he wished for was that he could live.

“If there was someone else involved in this, tell me who it was,” said Old Man Xiao. He knew everything that had happened. It was definitely not something that Xiao Sheng could have done, but he knew that Xiao Sheng had done it.

But now Xiao Cheng had admitted his guilt, which implied that Ye Futian’s suspicion was not without reason.

He also wanted to know who it was.

Now Xiao Sheng had to speak. It was only a matter of time.

If he did not confess, Ye Futian would not agree to spare him, nor would Xia Qingyuan.

Xiao Sheng looked at Old Man Xiao, and bowed slightly with his trembling body, saying, “I have admitted what I did. I did it all myself. There was no one else.”

Boom! A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, cutting into Xiao Sheng’s body. He spat out a mouthful of blood as endless lightning will swirled around him.

“if you confess, I will go easy on you. If you don’t, you should know that there are those who can make you tell the truth.” Ye Futian did not know why Xiao Sheng was being like this. Who was he protecting?

Xiao Sheng should understand that Xia Qingyuan had not acted against him before was because of the relationship between them, not because it was inconvenient to do so.

And now that he had admitted his guilt, how could Xiao Sheng not tell the truth under the ministrations of all the cultivators of Emperor Xia’s Palace.

The person behind Xiao Sheng was much more sinister than him. Ye Futian could not let him go.

Xiao Sheng knew that Ye Futian was telling the truth. He could not conceal this forever. Powerful cultivators would have ways of making him talk.

But from the moment he had made this decision, everything had been predetermined. Nothing could be changed.

He looked at Ye Futian, then at Xia Qingyuan, and said, “Ye Futian, I hope that you can serve the Princess with all your strength. You will do that which I hoped to do but never could much better than me.”

Ye Futian frowned. What did he mean by that?

At that moment, his face suddenly changed.

Before him, Xiao Sheng’s body suddenly blackened. His whole face suddenly seemed to have countless dark lines flowing over it. Not only that, but they covered his arms and his body as well.

His vitality drained away with frightening speed. There was almost no more chance for him to talk!