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

The cold voice of the Sage Zhunti was like the final judgment of Heaven, and every word contained the supreme power that made his words law.

That colossal golden hand, obscuring the sky and the sun, disregarded space and time, and with a suppressive power capable of reducing everything to nothingness, slowly slammed down towards Chen Changsheng.

At this moment, the entire primordial world fell silent.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor's eyes were bloodshot, and the Jade Sword in his hand hummed. The star power gathered by the Zhou Tian Star Array was on the verge of exploding.

"Zhunti! You dare!"

He roared, but his voice and his power were ultimately separated by billions of miles of time and space, and he was a step too slow.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The ecstasy on Guang Chengzi and the others' faces was almost overflowing. They seemed to have already seen Chen Changsheng being suppressed into dust and his soul locked under Mount Sumeru, never to be reborn.

"He's dead! He's definitely dead this time! This is what happens when you challenge the majesty of a sage!"

"Yes, if he really falls, it will be a great joy for our Chan Sect."

Jin'ao Island, outside Biyou Palace.

The hearts of Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming, and the others sank to the bottom, and all the color drained from their faces.

"Immortality!"

Below the sage, all are but ants.

This ironclad rule, like an insurmountable chasm, stands before all living beings.

However, Chen Changsheng, who was in the eye of the storm and was tightly bound by the oppressive aura of a saint that could imprison time and space, showed no fear on his face.

There was no panic, no despair.

He raised his head and looked at the giant golden hand that was slowly pressing down, seemingly representing the will of the entire world. In his dark pupils, a flame of excitement, almost frenzied, ignited.

finally come!

Since he began his cultivation, he had fought against Great Luo Immortals and killed Quasi-Saints, but he had never truly fought against a Saint.

Last time at Peach Mountain, it was the will of the Human Emperor Fuxi that descended to shield him from the incarnation of Zhunti.

He could only watch that battle.

But today, he's coming in person!

What about a sage?

Chen Changsheng rose from an ordinary person to where he is today not by following the rules!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Changsheng suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with unruliness and arrogance.

This power was indeed so strong that it was suffocating. Under this pressure, the Great Dao Thunder Armor on his body made a cracking sound as it could not bear the weight, and cracks spread across the armor.

His physical body and his primordial spirit were being forcibly disintegrated by an incomprehensible force of rules, attempting to completely erase him from this world.

Is this the power of a saint?

Words become law, rewriting the rules.

but!

not enough!

"You think you can suppress me with just an avatar?"

Chen Changsheng's voice, though restrained by the saint's oppressive aura, was transmitted with difficulty yet with unparalleled clarity.

The Primordial Golden Immortal power within his body roared wildly like a burst dam.

Within his dantian, the three flowers of Heaven, Earth, and Man, rooted in chaos, swayed violently, unleashing countless fundamental Dao principles to fiercely protect his Dao foundation.

"Zhunti, you underestimate me, Chen Changsheng!"

He suddenly let out a deafening roar, and his imprisoned body began to tremble violently.

That wasn't a trembling of fear, but a sign that power, accumulated to its limit, was about to break free from its cage!

"Get out here!"

With his roar, three divine lights of different colors, all exuding the same ancient, vast, and domineering aura, suddenly burst out from his body!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three beams of divine light shot into the sky, and beneath the golden giant palm of the Sage Zhunti, three terrifying figures, towering between heaven and earth, were revealed.

A human-faced tiger-bodied being, covered in golden scales, with wings sprouting from its shoulder blades, a snake piercing its left ear, and two golden dragons beneath its feet, its body radiating the aura of Geng metal that tears apart all laws—this is none other than Ru Shou, the ancestral witch of the Western metal!

A beast-headed, human-bodied being, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and fire dragons under his feet, burned everything and melted space wherever he went. This was none other than Zhurong, the ancestral fire shaman of the south!

A figure with a human face and a snake's body, entirely black, standing on a black dragon and with a green python wrapped around his hands, seemed to summon the Weak Water of the Nine Heavens with every move, threatening to submerge the entire prehistoric world. This was none other than Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of the waters of the North!

As soon as the three ancestral witch incarnations appeared, their primitive, savage, and unreasonable domineering aura instantly collided violently with the Buddhist path of the Sage Zhunti.

The spacetime that was originally completely imprisoned by the saint's pressure actually showed a slight loosening under the impact of this brute force!

What made all the powerful spectators even more terrified was that these three figures were not ordinary energy avatars at all!

They were flesh and blood, their auras were real, and the original essence of the Ancestral Witches flowed through their bodies. The overwhelming blood and qi unique to the descendants of Pangu seemed to pierce the sky of Mount Sumeru!

How can this be an incarnation?

This is clearly the true ancestral witch, transcending time and space, reappearing in the world!

"The true form of the Ancestral Witch?!"

High above, the usually calm and collected voice of the Sage Zhunti was tinged with undisguised shock for the first time.

"Impossible! The Twelve Ancestral Witches perished and vanished during the Great Calamity of the Lich King, leaving not even their true spirits behind. How could you possibly summon their true forms?"

He couldn't understand!

This was completely beyond his comprehension, beyond the scope of the Way of Heaven!

This is the absolute shock brought about by information asymmetry!

He had no idea that Chen Changsheng's three incarnations had already merged with the Ancestral Witch Bone given by Lady Pingxin, and after being nurtured by Chen Changsheng's own Great Dao Origin, they had already undergone a complete transformation and evolved into the true "Ancestral Witch Body"!

At this moment, the entire primordial world fell silent.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor jumped up from his dragon throne, staring dumbfounded at the scene in the Haotian Mirror, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"This...this kid...just how many more trump cards is he hiding?"

The wild joy on the faces of Kunlun Mountain, Guang Chengzi, and the others instantly froze, turning ashen and deathly pale.

"It's fake...this must be an illusion!"

Chi Jingzi muttered to himself, but the terrifying aura emanating from the three ancestral witches, powerful enough to crush eternity, ruthlessly told him that it was all true.

Jin'ao Island.

Zhao Gongming and the others were initially shocked, but then erupted in earth-shattering elation.

"Excellent! Excellent! What a wonderful longevity!"

Zhao Gongming, his face flushed with excitement, pointed at the water mirror and burst into laughter: "Let those bald monks in the West see what true depth is!"

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi didn't even notice when his whisk fell to the ground.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, the Styx Ancestor's hands, holding those of Yuan Tu and A Bi, trembled slightly.

Amidst countless shocked gazes, Chen Changsheng stood in the center of the three Ancestral Witch incarnations. The pressure exerted on him by the Saint had been completely dissipated by the aura of the three Ancestral Witches.

He held a god-slaying spear, his black hair dancing wildly, like a demon god emerging from chaos.