Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming's anxiety subsided somewhat.

"With Haotian around, those two in the West really don't dare to easily kill Changsheng."

"not to mention……"

Daoist Duobao glanced into the depths of Biyou Palace and lowered his voice.

"Our master is definitely watching too."

"Junior Brother Changsheng is going there for two reasons: first, to save people; second, to avenge you, Senior Brother; and third, to enhance the prestige of our Jie Sect. This is his own path. If we interfere now, we will be doing a disservice and it will make all living beings in the prehistoric world think that our Jie Sect is bullying the weak with its numbers."

"What we need to do now is to support him. As long as the Sage doesn't personally intervene, let Junior Brother Changsheng fight without restraint!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath and finally nodded.

He knew Duobao was right.

With Chen Changsheng's current strength and status, he no longer needs them to protect him like a fledgling.

He has grown into a true primordial behemoth, capable of standing alone.

"Alright! Then let's cheer for immortality!"

A fighting spirit surged in Zhao Gongming's eyes.

"Today, I'll see how my disciple, Zhao Gongming, will raze the gates of your Western Sect!"

Above Mount Sumeru.

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

At this moment, Ksitigarbha's feelings had changed from initial greed and confidence to endless horror.

He realized he was completely wrong.

The God-Slaying Spear in Chen Changsheng's hand was simply the perfect nemesis of his Golden Body Dharma Form.

No matter how much he mobilized the power of the underworld's grand vows, or how exquisite the Buddhist supernatural powers he manifested, they would all be pierced through by that black spear, violently broken.

That wasn't a battle at the level of laws; it was a pure attack at the level of dimensional reduction.

"Damn it! How can this guy's magical power be so immense!"

Ksitigarbha was filled with anguish.

He could feel his magical power being rapidly depleted, while Chen Changsheng opposite him seemed unaffected, his breath long and steady, growing stronger with each battle.

"Thunder Emperor Finger!"

Just as Ksitigarbha was distracted, Chen Changsheng seized the opportunity, made a mudra with his left hand, and pointed out with one finger.

A giant, purple-gold finger, infused with the essence of the Great Dao's thunder, appeared out of thin air, bypassing the main battlefield of the God-Slaying Spear, and stabbed fiercely into the waist of the golden dharma image.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The golden body, formed from the power of boundless vows, had a huge hole punched into its waist by the Thunder Emperor's Finger.

The violent power of lightning surged into the Dharma image through the hole, frantically destroying its structure.

"puff!"

Ksitigarbha spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his face instantly turned ashen white.

His golden body was damaged, and he himself suffered a severe backlash.

"It's not over yet!"

Chen Changsheng's voice rang in his ears like a death knell.

Chen Changsheng, holding the God-Slaying Spear, once again merged with the spear, transforming into a black streak of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, its target aimed directly at the golden body's brow.

That is where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's true form is hiding!

"not good!"

The spirits of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva all roamed about.

He had no doubt that if he were pierced by this spear, even with the protection of a saintly treasure, he would definitely die.

He no longer cared about the dignity of being a disciple of a sage.

"Master, save me!"

A desperate cry for help echoed throughout Mount Sumeru.

Ksitigarbha's mournful cry, filled with fear and despair, echoed in every corner of Mount Sumeru.

He was utterly terrified.

Chen Changsheng, that wicked star, is not even human!

That god-slaying spear was even more terrifying in his hands than it had been in the hands of the Demon Ancestor Rahu back then.

As the black spear light, powerful enough to destroy everything, was about to pierce his brow, Ksitigarbha could almost smell the scent of death.

However, at this critical moment...

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, the sacred site of the saint, which was shrouded in Buddhist light and remained silent all year round, finally stirred.

"well……"

A long sigh, seemingly spanning countless ages, resounded in everyone's hearts.

That sigh was filled with helplessness, compassion, and an unquestionable, supreme authority.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous, indescribably large golden hand slowly emerged from the clouds at the mountain peak.

The palm shone with Buddha's light, and within it seemed to hold three thousand great worlds, each containing billions of Buddhas chanting sutras.

The sage has made his move!

The moment this giant golden hand appeared, the laws of heaven and earth in the entire western prehistoric world were forcibly altered in an instant.

Time seemed to have been paused.

Chen Changsheng's unstoppable God-Slaying Spear came to an abrupt halt less than an inch from Ksitigarbha's brow, unable to advance even an inch further.

An irresistible and incomprehensible terrifying force imprisoned him and his gun in mid-air.

"You brat, in my Western Daoist temple, you have injured my disciples and destroyed my sect. Do you really think there is no one else in the Western Daoist realm?"

The cold voice of the Sage Zhunti came from the heavens above.

The enormous golden hand, which blotted out the sky, did not pause for a moment, and slowly slammed down towards the imprisoned Chen Changsheng.

This palm strike, though lacking earth-shattering power, contained the supreme Dao, where the words of a sage become law.

He didn't want to kill Chen Changsheng, but to completely suppress him!

This variable who dared to challenge the majesty of the sage will be eternally suppressed under Mount Sumeru, so that he may neither live nor die!

Upon witnessing this scene, all the powerful beings in the primordial world who were paying attention to this place held their breath.

Below the sage, all are but ants.

This statement is an irrefutable truth in the primordial world.

No matter how monstrous or heaven-defying Chen Changsheng may be, he is still not a saint.

Faced with the personal intervention of a sage, does he still have a chance of survival?

At the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Guang Chengzi and the others wore expressions of ecstatic joy.

"He's dead! He's definitely dead now!"

"Even a sage can't save him!"

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor, his eyes bloodshot, roared, "Zhunti! How dare you!"

The Haotian Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling imperial divine light, and the Zhou Tian Star Array outside the South Heaven Gate instantly operated to its limit, with a terrifying beam of light capable of destroying stars about to blast towards the west.

In Chaoge City, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan also pushed the human destiny to its peak, and the sound of the Xuanyuan Sword resounded throughout the entire human territory.

However, they were ultimately a step too slow.

The sage's attack was faster than time and space, faster than cause and effect.

Just when everyone thought Chen Changsheng would be suppressed.

Despite being imprisoned in mid-air by the saint's oppressive aura, Chen Changsheng showed no fear on his face.

As he watched the giant golden hand slowly descend, a mad fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"You brat, in my Western Daoist temple, you have injured my disciples and destroyed my sect. Do you really think there is no one else in the Western Daoist realm?"