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

He raised his head, looking at the sky with a mocking expression, his voice echoing throughout the entire primordial world.

"Zhunti, didn't you say that all those below the level of a sage are but ants?"

Chen Changsheng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile utterly ferocious.

"Today, I, an insignificant ant, will slaughter you, this saint!"

"roar!"

The moment the words fell, the three Ancestral Witches simultaneously unleashed a roar that shook the heavens.

They disregarded all rules, simply swinging their fists, which were comparable to innate treasures, and smashed them fiercely towards the giant golden hand!

Boom!

The three fists, imbued with the power to create heaven and earth, collided with the golden giant hand of the Sage Zhunti, which held up three thousand Buddha kingdoms, without any fancy moves.

Annihilation without laws, clash of energies.

Only the purest, most primal, and most violent forces collide!

Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The saint's hand, shrouded in Buddhist light and seemingly indestructible, was actually smashed with huge cracks by the combined attack of the three ancestral witches!

"break!"

Chen Changsheng gave the order.

Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch, roared, and endless Nanming Fire spewed from his mouth, drilling into the giant hand through the crack and frantically burning the Buddhist Daoist laws within.

The ancestral witch Gonggong summoned the Weak Water of the Nine Heavens, which transformed into towering waves that washed over the giant hand again and again, eroding the power imprint left by the sage.

The Ancestral Witch Ru Shou went even further, grabbing one of the giant hand's fingers with both hands, his muscles bulging, and roaring to the sky, attempting to tear this saintly hand apart!

"presumptuous!"

Saint Zhunti was utterly enraged.

The shattered giant hand suddenly shone with golden light, transforming into a golden Buddha image ten thousand feet tall, with a golden wheel of merit hanging behind his head and holding a seven-colored phantom tree in his hand, which was his supreme treasure for attaining enlightenment, the Seven Treasures Tree.

"You remnants of the witch clan have long been rejected by the Heavenly Dao. How dare you still wreak havoc in the world today? You deserve to be executed!"

The Buddha's image uttered true words, and the illusory image of the Seven Treasures Tree was gently brushed aside.

In an instant, five-colored divine light flowed, and all the laws of heaven and earth seemed to lose their color under this sweep, as if they were about to be forcibly swept away.

However, what is the Ancestral Witch?

They do not cultivate their primordial spirit, nor comprehend the Dao of Heaven; they are themselves the embodiment of "Dharma," the ultimate form of power.

The Seven Treasures Tree, known for its ability to cleanse anything, suffered its first defeat when faced with the three unreasonable Ancestral Witches.

Zhu Rong opened her mouth and swallowed the divine light that swept over her as nourishment, causing the flames on her body to burn even more fiercely.

Gonggong and Rushou ignored them completely, continuing to swing their fists and pound the Buddha's image with punch after punch.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds, like a series of drumbeats, struck the hearts of every Western disciple on Mount Sumeru.

Their proud image of a saint was now like a giant sandbag, surrounded and beaten by three raging giants, powerless to fight back.

Chen Changsheng hovered outside the battle circle, not in a hurry to make a move.

His mind was completely absorbed in this unprecedented battle.

"I see... The power of a sage is the absolute control and modification of the laws of heaven and earth."

While directing the three Ancestral Witches to attack the weak points of the Dharma Image, he frantically analyzed every trace of the Great Dao's divine essence revealed by the Sage Zhunti.

"The Tao of Cundi is 'emptiness,' is 'stillness,' it is the salvation of all things, bringing everything into his Buddhist realm. But the power of the Ancestral Witches is 'existence,' it is 'force,' it is the breaking and destruction of everything!"

"This is simply a natural nemesis!"

Chen Changsheng understood perfectly. As he watched the Buddha image retreat step by step, the cold smile on his lips grew deeper and deeper.

"Zhunti, your Buddhist kingdom is about to be torn down by these three great gods!"

"You scoundrel! You have colluded with the witch clan and defied the will of Heaven; you will surely be punished by Heaven!"

The Buddha's image let out a deafening roar, his voice already tinged with exasperation.

"Divine retribution?"

Chen Changsheng chuckled softly, but his voice was clear enough to reach Zhunti's ears.

"I wield the power of lightning, I am the heavens! When you plotted against my family and imprisoned my brother, did you never think of this day?"

"Today, my Way is greater than your Heaven!"

Before he could finish speaking, a fierce glint flashed in Chen Changsheng's eyes.

"Now! Intimidate him!"

Upon receiving the command, the three Ancestral Witches instantly changed their attack methods.

Ru Shou transformed into a golden stream of light and tightly embraced one of the Buddha's arms.

Gonggong summoned the boundless Weak Water, which transformed into countless black chains that bound Faxiang's other arm and legs.

Zhu Rong's body swelled up, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​fire that completely engulfed the lower half of the entire Dharma image from below, burning fiercely.

"roar!"

Zhunti's Dharma form struggled frantically, bursting forth with brilliant Buddhist light, but for a time it was unable to break free from the combined confinement of the three ancestral witches.

opportunity!

Chen Changsheng had been waiting for this moment!

He slowly raised the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, its tip pointing towards the center of the Buddha's forehead.

"Warm-up is over."

"Now, it's my turn."

The moment Chen Changsheng raised the God-Slaying Spear, he became the sole center of this shattered world.

The previous violent battle between the three Ancestral Witches and the Saint's Dharma Image seemed to be just a prelude to this moment.

The magical power of a late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal within him surged forth like a volcano finding its outlet, pouring unreservedly and frantically into the black spear in his hand.

The Great Dao Thunder Origin, the power of the Nine-Rank Three-Flower Dao Fruit, the physical body and blood of the fifth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique...

Everything was transformed into fuel to power this supreme and deadly weapon.

hum-

The God-Slaying Spear emitted an excited hum, not the vibration of metal, but an unparalleled desire for slaughter and destruction originating from the very source of the Great Dao.

On the gun barrel, endless destructive runes lit up, and the black aura emanating from it corroded the surrounding void, creating bottomless black holes.

The Buddha's light that filled Mount Sumeru was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, quickly melting and dissipating in the face of this aura.

The Buddha image, which had been tightly imprisoned by the three ancestral witches, began to struggle violently.

For the first time, the Sage Zhunti felt a real threat, a death threat that could cause his avatar to perish completely!

"Chen Changsheng! How dare you!"

The Dharma Image roared in shock and rage, "If you dare destroy my incarnation, you will be my mortal enemy! You cannot bear the consequences of this karma!"

"Stop! If you retreat now, I can hand over Yang Jiao and Yang Tianyou to you! My Western Sect can even grant you the status of a Buddha, second only to me and my senior brother!"

Faced with Zhunti's threats and inducements, Chen Changsheng simply smiled.

That smile was filled with disdain and chilling killing intent.

"Cause and effect? ​​From the moment you plotted against Aunt Yaoji, our karma was already intertwined, a feud that will last until death!"

"As for your Buddhahood?"

Chen Changsheng's voice suddenly turned cold as he said, word by word, "Even if you kneel down and beg me, I'd still find it filthy!"

This shot was fired for Yao Ji, the mother-in-law who was imprisoned under Peach Mountain!

This shot was fired for my brother Yang Jiao, who was imprisoned here and never saw the light of day!

This shot was for Zhao Gongming, his master who was defeated by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, in order to split the mountain for him!

New and old grudges, let's settle them all today!