No matter how much he taunted the group of saints, there was no response until the end.

The only change was that Niu Chang found that his connection with his Benevolence skill had been cut off.

‘She could resolve my skill so quickly? It seems she is more inclined towards the thinking type in her cultivation path.’

‘I have resolved my problem,’ Lan Xin shared her progress.

She communicated through telepathy with the other saints.

‘There is a problem here,’ she added while adjusting the celestial board with her hand directly, to ensure that nothing went wrong. ‘Based on his past actions, he shouldn't play around like this. If possible, he would end any conflict before it could happen or end it directly right after it started.’

The rest of the saints were not that dull in perceptiveness, but why would they make the remark if someone could do it for them?

In their lofty lives, why bother to do something if others could do it for them? Naturally, they would participate if something was wrong.

‘We don’t know how many tricks he has or what kind of tricks he has. Based on his previous attack, it is clear he is not limited to any cultivation technique or method. Probing him would be a waste of our time and would reveal ourselves. So I suggest we proceed just as we had planned before.’

With that, the celestial board in Lan Xin’s hand emitted a soft hue of blue before finally calming down.

The far-stretching sky above, accompanied by the thick and black clouds, suddenly parted like curtains, revealing a night sky adorned with various celestial phenomena. Various stars displayed their radiance.

Niu Chang raised one of his eyebrows in astonishment, but he quickly sensed that something was amiss.

The qi in his body was instantly depleted, as if it had magically suffered mass extinction. However, that was still within the limit of what he had, not including the new qi that was provided by the system.

But it was still useless, as the spiritual qi kept being erased at a rapid speed, disturbing his flying ability.

He changed his energy source into vitality before securing his position once again.

‘Cutting the root?’ He felt that it was similar to his method of handling a problem.

No matter how strong someone was, in the end, they still depended on their energy. Without energy, they were no different from slightly stronger beasts.

However, Lan Xin’s starry sky only worked for qi, as Niu Chang could still feel various energies within his grasp.

‘So, this method only targets the qi. It is not like the user is as creative as me, to entirely burn the whole root. It seems the user has limitations of their own.’

Among all kinds of energy, naturally, spiritual qi was the easiest to control, both by oneself and the enemy, since it was the most fundamental energy out there.

Mental power and vitality were different because they originated from oneself, not from the outside.

As the master of transformation, Niu Chang casually activated his transformation technique to turn all of his qi into vitality without any problem.

The technique that used to protect his body, conceal his secrets, and perform many more functions quickly changed their fuel into that of vitality.

The rest of the saints no longer waited as they quickly made their moves.

Dao Jin Dan pulled a bright golden sword from the void, the sword was long and thin, without much exaggeration in its appearance.

The continent was a poor place for cultivation. As cultivators reached higher stages, they realized that the materials found on the continent were too low for them to use.

That's why the saints present here didn't bring any weapons because they would be useless even if they brought them.

The elder from the Green Sun Sect summoned a green sun on his back. It kept radiating heat but was also accompanied by strong vitality at the same time.

The star in the night sky suddenly shone on its own, and Niu Chang could feel his body being crushed from all directions.

But it was still within the endurance of his fourth-level Impossible Idea.

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‘As long as the starry sky exists, the person who uses it is able to attack me as much as they want,’ he made a judgment on the spot.

However, he wasn't concerned about it since the attack was unable to cause any damage or disturbance to him.

The second brain gave him a notification, 'What the hell. Has this pressure actually been increasing over time?'

The saint who possessed an inner world and, at an advanced stage, could manifest that inner world. Naturally, when this happened, they could freely utilize the world's spiritual energy.

Tu Nong took out a brush as he wrote something in the air. The ink was made from his holy power, and the words were shimmering with sacred light.

The old monk let out a heavy breath, and his skin turned red as a phantom of a devil appeared behind him.

The devil had three heads and six arms. Each head had a ferocious expression, differing from the others. However, the six hands held no weapons or anything else.

To mirror the old monk’s personality, the devil didn’t wear anything, and the large object just below its stomach hung like a spear.

The devil let out a loud roar that disrupted the calm atmosphere of the endless ocean.

He was the first one to attack Niu Chang head-on.

On the other hand, the other monk summoned an avatar on his back. It was a bald monk with closed eyes and a muscular body. The entire avatar was of pristine white color, inducing a calming effect on the mind and heart.

Just as Niu Chang was about to relish this exhilarating fight, he sensed something bothering him. Not something physical or mental, but something that was affecting his variables.

Fate and luck were something beyond human grasp, but through learning and understanding, it was not impossible to influence these two concepts.

Even Niu Chang possessed a skill capable of doing so.

However, now his enemies were using this elusive attack to alter his fate and luck.

It was as if a pair of hands were disrupting the fabric of fate, weaving a new future for Niu Chang.

His eyes scanned his surroundings and he quickly deduced.

Dao Jin Dan, wielding a sword. The elderly man with the green sun. Lan Xin with her celestial board. Tu Nong with his brush. The old monk with the red devil. And the other monk with the white avatar.

The last one was the flower demon, an enchanting figure with a human form but still retaining some of her plant characteristics for aesthetic value.

She was the only one who didn’t create any commotion, but according to Niu Chang’s Massacre instinct, the threat of fate originated from her.

The Massacre skill, the penultimate mortal skill. Anything below the dao could be easily defeated with the help of this skill.

Monstrous control over everything – body, mind, and even various battle variables – was processed at rapid speed without any latency, thus creating the most perfect response to any attacks and interruptions.

Due to the violent nature of the Massacre skill, a desire to destroy flashed in Niu Chang's eyes when he caught a glimpse of the flower demon.

The flower demon flinched, her shoulder trembling greatly before she forced herself to calm down. It was as if an abyssal beast had opened its maw, attempting to devour her in one bite.

‘Cover me,’ she telepathically said to the other saints.

On their way, they had naturally made simple introductions of their abilities and methods. However, these descriptions were too vague, as no one wanted to explain their own limitations and strengths.

The others also felt the intense bloodlust from Niu Chang, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of method the flower demon had used to provoke such an explosive response.

Just as Niu Chang was about to face the old monk head-on once more, he felt another disturbance.

He sensed that the entire world was rejecting his presence; the air around him suddenly turned into mud, making it difficult to move.

This was what he felt, but for Tu Nong, who used his Condemnation of Heaven and Earth, the sensation was initially shocking but he soon calmed down. He then continued to write another verdict.

Niu Chang shook off the heaviness around his body using his physical strength alone, and he intended to jump and slap the old monk's face as he closed in.

However, just before he stomped his feet, another disturbance occurred.

An ethereal and distant voice resonated in his mind like a spring breeze. “Life is a gift; using it to gain more than intended will not bring any good. Put down your obsession and embrace modesty, for true enlightenment only exists in peace.”

Being disturbed not once, but twice, and now for the third time, was already too much. What was more, this person dared to speak of peace and enlightenment to Niu Chang, which was simply outrageous.

The calm and playful expression on his face twisted into anger and hatred; he gritted his teeth in defiance before opening his mouth. “I want to help you open your dog's eyes, but you keep interrupting me.”

From his Massacre intuition, he could feel the old monk already arriving in front of him. The devil behind the old monk thrust its left-side arms toward Niu Chang.

The old monk also thrust his left fist forward.

“Do you courting death that much?” he roared, an eruption of vitality surging in his body before combusting on the spot, increasing Niu Chang's overall physical prowess by a hundredfold and causing all discomfort around his body to vanish.

His body flashed, and ten images appeared in his place, as if Niu Chang had split into ten people within one body.

The old monk didn’t retreat; he continued his attack.

But before his strike could reach Niu Chang, his body was propelled backward like a cannonball.

The blow was devastating, leaving him feeling as though his insides were in disarray.

He regained his footing and looked toward Niu Chang. There, he saw ten Niu Changs making hand signs, and a vast amount of vitality combusting at rapid speed.

“Crazy,” the old monk muttered in astonishment, unable to contain his surprise.