Martial Soul: Be a Saint

The holy ship slowly approached the shore and the laughter of eight Sacred Masters sounded out from the shore.    

However, Wu Hao's true body and clones were not happy at all.    

They felt as if they had just climbed out of a hole and fallen into another.    

The Eight Saints seemed to know their whereabouts like the back of their hands.    

It was not the first time Wu Hao had encountered this kind of thing.    

From the Sky Region Continent all the way, he had not been able to shake off this control.    

It was all a familiar pattern.    

Wu Hao swept his gaze across the eight people, and discovered that the auras each of the Eight Sages gave off were different. Just as the rumors said, they were: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Thunder and Ice.    

"Why, the Holy Son having come to the Holy Land with so much difficulty, and coming to our Absolute Monarch Sanctuary, shouldn't he be happy? "Why do you look so depressed?"    

The two men from the Golden Saint Monastery frowned and teased them with a smile that was not a smile.    

Hearing that, Wu Hao's eyes narrowed. Staring at the other party, he asked in a deep voice, "How did you know we were coming?"    

"Haha …"    

"Haha …"    

The moment his words left his mouth, the Eight Sages looked at each other. Some of them chuckled softly, while others laughed heartily. Only a few smiled silently.    

"Haotian Son, we are the Holy Lord. We are the strongest existence in this world, and everything that happens in this world cannot escape our notice. In other words, everything you did in the Eight Desolations is within our control!"    

Jin Sheng smiled as he spoke.    

"Then why didn't you stop him?" Wu Hao stared at him and asked.    

"Stop it?" Why should we stop it? " The Golden Saint looked at him and asked back with a smile that was not a smile.    

"Don't you want to unify the great wastelands and ask for the power of faith?" Wu Hao asked again as his original body stared at him unblinkingly.    

"The faith of the human race must exist. Only then can we unite and live in peace. However …" We do not rely on the power of faith. What you have heard is just a rumor! " Jin Sheng replied.    

"Then, what are you planning to do if we are allowed to grow up?" Wu Hao's clone asked.    

"We are not just letting you grow, we are also waiting for you to grow. We humans need to nurture another Holy Lord so that we can contend with the Saint Beast race!"    

"Gu Yue, divine calculation, and the plans of the holy race all meet the requirements for us humans to raise a saint child. Thus, all of this is very reasonable!"    

We will not interfere. If you can cross this hurdle, then you will naturally become the true target of our expectations. If you cannot pass, then we will have to choose someone else to choose from! "    

The Golden Saint told the truth.    

In the eyes of the Eight Saints, the truth was as simple as that.    

However, in order for Wu Hao to understand all of these, he had to pay for all of this with blood and sweat, struggling from the edges of life and death to be able to reach this step.    

In the end, he realized that he was still a chess piece.    

It was a chess piece that saved the human race.    

His life and death wasn't important.    

The most important thing was whether or not they could save the entire human race.    

The karmic luck was the Saint Origin.    

However, the world's holy origin was plundered by the Saint Beast.    

The human race fought back with all their might to resist the Saint Beast race, but in the end, they discovered that after losing their Saint Source, they began to decline. As a result, they had to nurture another Saint Lord.    

Thus, Wu Hao was born at the right time.    

After three lifetimes, he had obtained the truth of the matter.    

Looking back, he realized that what was obstructing him was only a group of holy beasts. How laughable it was.