CHAPTER 1001: CHAPTER 806: PRISON DRAGON SAINT: WHY AM I ALWAYS THE UNLUCKY ONE (LONG CHAPTER)

There exist some Transmission Arrays or Star Gates between the cosmic Overlord forces, capable of crossing countless Star Domains in a short time.

Before long... maybe just two or three months, the One-eyed Saint and Prison Dragon Saint arrived outside the Purple Flame Sky Domain.

The One-eyed Saint hails from the One-eyed Giant clan, similar in height and build to the Molten Rock Ancestor.

Both entities are the pillars of their respective clans.

The clans of the Molten Rock Demons and One-eyed Giants are often highly gifted, reaching at least Advanced Awakening in adulthood, with innumerable Transcendent beings.

However, limited by their clan’s population, and since their starting point is high rather than their growth potential, throughout endless ages, only one Holy Tier being has been born.

That is the Molten Rock Ancestor and the One-eyed Saint.

However, as long as there is one Holy Tier holding the fort, among the countless races in the universe, they’ve at least stepped through the threshold, marking themselves memorable to other races.

Many No Rank races without Holy Tier protection will one day turn to ash, their traces completely disappearing in the Long River of time.

The Molten Rock Ancestor and the One-eyed Saint are both veteran Holy Tiers with formidable combat power, and even without relying on Overlord level forces, their clans still have a bit of reputation.

As for the Prison Dragon Saint, a single horn adorns his forehead, with fierce wings unfurled behind him.

Although slightly shorter than the Molten Rock Ancestor, his aura is more intense.

Belonging to a rare species, he almost matches the prowess of special life forms, being a solitary Holy Tier.

— This, in the Molten Rock Ancestor’s own perception.

In reality,

The Prison Dragon Saint holds a little-known identity, as a powerful entity under the Throne of the Monroe King, one of the Ten Hall Masters of the Reincarnation Hall.

Once an adored subject of Monroe King... a long time ago.

However,

After the failed Origin Star Strategy, losing over a dozen Reincarnation Teams, the worst part being promising confidently before Monroe King one moment, only to encounter a strategy mishap the next.

He couldn’t even enter the Gate, let alone steal the World Origin of the Origin Star or excavate the Holy Tier legacy treasures...

His Divine Skills failed.

Leaving an extremely poor impression with the great Monroe King.

’All because of that White Bone Saint!’

’That guy hid too deeply!’

’Even acting like I set him up!’

The Prison Dragon Saint was indignant but had nowhere to express it.

Fortunately,

Not long ago, several Holy Tier beings from the Devil Race attempted to breach the world barrier of the Origin Star, but...

The well-cooked Origin Star flew away.

Flew away!

Not a description.

Upon hearing that news, Monroe King’s impression of him slightly recovered.

Perhaps in a little more time, he could once again become a favorite of Monroe King.

After all,

The failure of the Origin Star Strategy was not because our forces were too weak, but rather the enemy was too monstrous.

The idling Prison Dragon Saint, with no current business, heard that there was profit to be made over by the Molten Rock Ancestor, and immediately hurried over.

"...That’s the story."

The Molten Rock Ancestor recounted the plan involving the Human Race attempting to break through to Holy Tier, the mysterious fortress, and his own world projection being suppressed.

Skipping over the sad tale of being chased.

The One-eyed Saint and Prison Dragon Saint thought for a moment and believed... half of it.

"It’s only been five months, that Human Race likely hasn’t broken through to Saint yet, it’s the perfect time for us to strike!"

"What if he has broken through?" the One-eyed Ancestor countered.

"Even if so, they would just have one more newly minted Saint, no real threat." The Molten Rock Ancestor added, "The other three Human Race Holy Tiers may not be weak, but they have yet to create an Inner World; our power suffices."

"The goal is just to obtain that relic."

"Yes."

...

A giant sailing ship swiftly advanced within the Purple Flame Sky Domain.

Onboard were only the three Holy Tiers including the Molten Rock Ancestor.

Heading straight towards the Nine Dragon Column area.

Along the way, they came across the emergence of an Advanced Purple Flames Fire Seed and erupted in conflict with a Corps with a Holy Tier presence.

The three Holy Tiers, including the Molten Rock Ancestor, made their move, easily blasting the Corps apart, with the Holy Tier fleeing wounded.

"Not bad luck, First Comer."

Even though the Advanced Fire Seed, split among three Holy Tiers, wasn’t of much value.

It was seized effortlessly, and the One-eyed Saint and Prison Dragon Saint also felt their luck was good.

It only took a month for the giant sailing ship to arrive before a huge Flame Pillar.

From afar,

Both the One-eyed Saint and Prison Dragon Saint saw the mysterious fortress.

They couldn’t sense any power emanating from the fortress, yet it stood within the dangerous Purple Flame Sky Domain, surrounded by twisted space that stabilized as it neared the fortress.

This, precisely, was the greatest anomaly.

The Molten Rock Ancestor put away the giant sailing ship, and the three Holy Tiers cautiously approached.

The One-eyed Saint’s eye emitted layers of ripples, and after a moment, he spoke, with a Spiritual Wave spreading like rolling thunder, "No, there’s no sign of any life here."

"Could it be that the Human Race Holy Tier left? Not taking this fortress?"

"Perhaps they couldn’t take it, more likely that the fortress is fused with the Purple Flame Sky Domain."

The Prison Dragon Saint speculated, secretly trying to project his Inner World outward.

But he was met with an inexplicable suppression.

’It feels somewhat like world repulsion, but even more bizarre, a rule-based crushing.’

He pondered secretly.

Always felt this suppression’s power seemed familiar, probably because he frequently descended through world barriers and faced world rejection.

The three Saints cautiously drew closer to the fortress, landing on the platform before the fortress.

At this moment,

The fortress’s alloy gate was tightly shut; the Molten Rock Ancestor reached out and knocked.

No response.

The sound didn’t even spread.

"Let me!" said the Prison Dragon Saint, stepping forward with a claw pressing against the alloy door, he slashed hard.

Bang—

The entire alloy door shattered, and smoke and dust filled the air.