Some were contending for the sacred remains of the Battle Sacred Body, while many overlords changed direction, charging toward other pyramid altars to seize other supreme treasures.
However, the struggle over the sacred remains on the third pyramid altar was the most intense, with over twenty overlords engaged in a continuous, fierce battle.
Apart from the pyramid altars, other locations within the starry expanse also held smaller pyramid altars, hidden within the void.
Other powerhouses might not be able to intervene in the pinnacle battles at the Saint Lord level, but they had no fear elsewhere, as these overlord-level figures were essentially all engaged in combat at the seven pyramid altars.
"Are you all seeking death? How dare you even touch his body." The Primordial Female Saint Lord, though appearing peerlessly beautiful and delicate, had her willow-like brows furrowed in a rare display of shock and anger as she glared at the overlords. This was the only mortal remains left in the world by her betrothed husband, not to be desecrated.
"That is not quite right, Primordial Saint Lord. We have no intention of desecrating the sacred remains of the Battle Saint King. We merely wish to study them for a period, guaranteeing to return them to you intact and unharmed. We will not go back on our word." The Xia Kingdom's Imperial Lord spoke, with other overlords echoing his sentiment.
Although the sacred remains were precious, the most important thing was the Forbidden Lineage inheritance within them. Once obtained, the sacred remains themselves could be discarded.
Boom—
The Primordial Female Saint Lord made her move, clashing with two of the overlords. She struck out with two palm strikes, causing the void itself to collapse as she repelled the two great overlords. Yet she herself remained unmoving and indestructible, astonishing everyone with her power.
But more pressed forward. No matter how powerful she was, with so many overlords present, no one could truly stand against them all alone—not even the Primordial Female Saint Lord.
"Primordial Female Saint Lord, we advise you not to obstruct us. You alone cannot block our path," an overlord spoke.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord's peerlessly beautiful face turned icy as frost. She uttered coldly, "You all wish to obtain that Forbidden Lineage inheritance that was once invincible across the Myriad Domains, don't you?"
These words startled everyone. Apart from the overlords, the others were slower to realize, but their eyes also burned with fervor.
So the Forbidden Lineage inheritance of the Battle Saint lineage was within the sacred remains of the Battle Saint King.
Only Ye Chen sneered coldly. The sacred remains contained no inheritance whatsoever related to the Battle Saint lineage. Even the circulation of cultivation techniques would automatically sever upon the death of the Saint Body, impossible to restore.
Unless another Battle Saint came, they might sense part of the Battle Saint Art through resonance with the same Battle Sacred Body, but even that would not be complete.
The overlords smiled without speaking, but at this moment, their attacks grew even more ferocious. Terrifying divine might roiled through the starry expanse, assailing the heavens.
Were it not for the pyramid altar's sturdiness and the sacred remains' indestructibility, they would have long been shattered.
At the very top of the pyramid altar, a mysterious light curtain provided protection. Only by passing through this light curtain could one touch the sacred remains and seize them.
"Since that is the case, I have no choice but to slaughter every single one of you!"
In an instant, the Primordial Female Saint Lord transformed from sorrowful to something else. Though beautiful as a celestial being, with a countenance that could topple the Myriad Domains, at this moment she was peerlessly domineering, as if a supreme empress who had reigned for eons was stepping forth.
Supreme aura erupted, as she stood firm in the heavens, looking down upon the overlords with an invincible presence that rippled out.
The overlords paled. Even the ancient recluses who wished to step forward and contend were the same. She was too powerful, practically not inferior to them.
"Hmph, no matter how powerful, you are merely a young junior. Do you truly believe you can contend with us elders? You should just go back."
A powerful overlord spoke thus. He was Prince Zhao Wu of the Immortal Empire, his blood energy vigorous, a great dragon of blood energy surging into the starry expanse. Wielding an ancient golden spear, he took the initiative to attack, unleashing swathes of Dao principles that swept toward the Primordial Female Saint Lord.
At the tip of the spear, terrifying power raged, tearing through layer after layer of void, shattering the heavens. The entire pyramid altar trembled, emitting ancient sacrificial texts that stabilized the space.
But from this, one could glimpse Prince Zhao Wu's peerless power. Other overlords had to avoid his sharp edge.
"In the past, Prince Zhao Wu wielded such a golden spear. That divine spear has already drunk the blood of several Saint Lord-level figures, its reputation illustrious. He's getting serious with the Primordial Saint Lord right from the start." Some of the older-generation powerhouses within the alliance army nodded, recounting some astonishing feats.
Prince Zhao Wu of the Zhao Kingdom was divinely gifted and heroic. Though not the current Imperial Lord, his strength could still be called peerlessly powerful, not inferior to a true Imperial Lord. The ancient golden spear he wielded, which cultivated both life and destiny, had in the past drunk the precious blood of several Saint Lord-level figures, boasting glorious battle achievements.
Moreover, sharp metallic energy erupted from the golden spear in his hand, entwined with powerful law Dao marks, making it the sharpest point, unstoppable.
Yet the Primordial Female Saint Lord's expression did not change. Instead, she stepped forward, ethereal as a celestial being. Her fair hand, flawless like mutton-fat jade, seemed weak as it struck out. However, the entire starry expanse trembled as it collided with that golden spear.
Clang—
The expected scene of her jade-like hand being torn open, flesh rent, did not occur. Instead, at this moment, everyone felt a palpitation in their hearts—even they, overlord-level figures, were no exception.
One could clearly see a series of dazzling sparks erupting where her fair hand collided with the golden spear. It actually exploded into swathes of brilliant divine splendor that flooded out, overwhelming the sky. The void could not withstand it and collapsed.
Prince Zhao Wu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dripping blood. His figure actually became unsteady as he was sent flying backward. At the point of impact on his Saint Lord-level Dao weapon, the golden spear, numerous cracks appeared; it had been shattered.
In contrast, the Primordial Female Saint Lord stood firm in the starry expanse, unmoving as a mountain. Her jade hand remained crystalline and flawless, without the slightest damage.
This caused the other overlords to be horrified. Prince Zhao Wu could absolutely be considered a powerful Saint Lord-level figure, a renowned super powerhouse within the Zhao Kingdom, extremely powerful. His golden spear had drunk the precious blood of several Saint Lord-level powerhouses. Yet he was actually no match for the Primordial Female Saint Lord, and his spear was even shattered. It was unimaginable just how powerful this contemporary Saint Lord of the Primordial Sacred Land truly was.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord stood in the starry expanse, looking down upon Zhao Wu. Her heavenly voice was clear and cold as she spoke lightly, "Is this what you call powerful? Utterly weak!"
The last two words exploded like morning bells and evening drums, causing the already wounded Prince Zhao Wu to spit out another mouthful of dripping blood, staining the void. He was actually angered to the point of vomiting blood.
Yet no one refuted these seemingly arrogant words, not even the other overlords, because the Primordial Female Saint Lord's power had been thoroughly displayed before their eyes. How could they refute it?
The overlords all felt wary in their hearts. The rumors might be true—the Primordial Female Saint Lord might belong to the past generation of True King-level figures.
Those Immortal True Kings of the past generation had each stepped into Samsara, undergoing reincarnation and revival. Although the Primordial Female Saint Lord had not yet reached that step, below the Heavenly King level, she was peerlessly invincible, unmatched.
This made things much more troublesome. Such a Primordial Female Saint Lord could not be dealt with by a single Saint Lord alone; it would require a joint attack by multiple overlords.
Although acting together against a young junior seemed excessive and shameless, for the sake of the Forbidden Lineage inheritance, the overlords could not afford to care. A full nineteen overlords joined forces, launching a combined assault on the Primordial Female Saint Lord.
This scene shocked many powerhouses. It was simply unprecedented—over a dozen powerful overlords were jointly attacking the Primordial Female Saint Lord.
The Primordial Sacred Land naturally had not come with only the Saint Lord. There were several overlord-level figures and ancient recluses as well. Seeing their Saint Lord in peril, about to be swarmed, they all prepared to act, even shouting, "Shameless!"
But at this moment, several overlords and ancient recluses approached, blocking them, preventing them from intervening.
"Saint Lord!" they exclaimed in alarm.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord gently shook her head, her hair flying as if she were an ancient true immortal standing aloof from the mortal world. She spoke lightly, "There is no need to come up. I alone am sufficient."
"Arrogant! Even if a Heavenly King came, they could not withstand the nineteen of us." The nineteen overlords advanced together, striding forward, pressing toward the Primordial Female Saint Lord.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord's expression remained unchanged. She released the most powerful aura from her body, overshadowing this starry expanse and surpassing all the overlords.
"Old Yan, please lend me your power." Ye Chen clenched his fist, roaring in his heart as he made the request to Old Yan.
"Good!"
Perhaps unable to stand by and watch so many overlords bully a woman, Old Yan agreed readily.
With a whoosh, Ye Chen rushed toward an unoccupied area. All the overlords were focused on the battle at the third pyramid altar; no one paid him any attention.
At this moment, his entire body was shrouded in hazy divine radiance, concealing his form. Everything became indistinct and unseen. Within him, an unprecedented vast Great Dao divine power slowly emerged, flowing toward his limbs and bones.
In an instant, Ye Chen felt his power increase manyfold. It was no longer confined to the peak of the Demigod level but surpassed it, even surpassing the Divine Transformation Realm, reaching an inconceivable realm.
Perhaps it was the Saint level, perhaps the Saint Lord level, or perhaps the peak of the Saint Vault.
He wasn't sure. He only knew that the power at this moment was unprecedented, at least the most powerful he had ever felt in this lifetime, stronger than during the Domain War battlefield.
He could feel that every movement of his hands and feet contained the terrifying power to collapse heaven and earth.
His gaze grew blazing, like divine lamps illuminating the starry expanse.
Whoosh—
He took a step, his entire body condensing into a stream of light, moving with extreme speed.
The next moment, he directly interposed himself between the overlords and the Primordial Female Saint Lord, like an indestructible divine mountain. Sweeping his gaze over the overlords, he spoke coldly, "Nineteen overlords bullying the few with the many—truly shameless. Today, I want to see who dares harm even a single hair on her head."
His icy words resounded through the starry expanse, shocking the entire world.