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

"This shot is for my master!"

With a roar, Chen Changsheng's arm muscles bulged, and with all his might, he hurled the God-Slaying Spear in his hand!

call out!

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

The God-Slaying Spear transformed into an extreme black lightning bolt, a pure law of death, mercilessly tearing apart and devouring everything in its path—light, space, and time.

The layers of Buddhist light that formed in front of the Buddha's image, the golden lotus throne, and the phantom of the ancient Bodhi tree were as fragile as window paper in the face of this one shot.

It collapses at the first touch!

At this moment, the pupils of the Sage Zhunti shrank to the size of pinheads.

He tried to hide, but was held firmly by the three ancestral witches and could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as the black light of death rapidly magnified in his vision.

puff!

A soft sound.

The god-slaying spear, shrouded in an aura of endless destruction, pierced precisely and without hindrance the space between the eyebrows of the Buddha's image.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

In the world, only the black spear that pierced through the brow of the saint's Dharma image remained.

next moment.

click-

A deafening sound, like the shattering of the universe, rang out from between the eyebrows of the Dharma Image.

The sage Zhunti, with his imposing form, let out a piercing scream filled with extreme pain and disbelief.

"No--!"

That utterance of "No" was filled with the saint's resentment and fury, but it was completely overwhelmed by the endless destructive power that followed.

Centered on the point where the God-Slaying Spear pierced, jet-black cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the entire ten-thousand-foot-tall golden Buddha statue.

Rumble!

The statue of the saint, which symbolized the supreme majesty of the Western religion and stood above Mount Sumeru, causing countless living beings to tremble, suddenly disintegrated under everyone's gaze!

Instead of transforming into a sky full of Buddhist light, it was completely erased from the most fundamental level of the Great Dao by the domineering and unparalleled destructive source of the God-Slaying Spear, decomposed into the most primitive chaotic energy, and then completely swallowed up by the miniature black hole formed around the spear.

The powerful avatar left behind by the Sage Zhunti in the prehistoric world was thus annihilated, both in form and spirit!

The moment the Dharma form completely dissipated, the entire primordial world underwent a dramatic change!

The once clear sky suddenly turned dark, with endless dark clouds gathering from all directions and covering the entire sky.

There was no thunder or lightning in the clouds, only a deep sorrow emanating from the very source of heaven and earth.

Splash...

Blood-red raindrops fell from the sky.

It wasn't large, yet it covered every corner of the primordial world, from the Heavenly Court to the Underworld, from the shores of the East Sea to the Westernmost Land.

The heavens weep and the rain of blood is an omen of the sage's demise!

Although only an avatar perished, it was still a part of a saint who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao. Its complete demise caused the Heavenly Dao to cry out in grief!

At this moment, the entire primordial world fell into a deathly silence.

Then came an unprecedented frenzy!

Mount Sumeru.

Kasyapa, Ksitigarbha, and the surviving Western Sect disciples stared blankly at the sky like wooden sculptures whose souls had been ripped away, letting the cold blood rain fall on them.

Their faith, their greatest support, was pierced by a single shot right before their eyes.

The fear that came from the depths of their souls prevented them from even having the thought of running away.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor stood frozen in place, almost dropping the Jade Sword he was gripping tightly.

He stared at the tall figure in the Haotian Mirror, bathed in blood rain and holding a black spear, and remained stunned for more than ten breaths.

Then, an uncontrollable surge of joy welled up inside me.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Haotian suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with joy and pride, which made the entire Lingxiao Palace vibrate.

"Excellent! What a fine son-in-law of mine! A saint slayer! He actually slain an incarnation of a saint! How satisfying! So satisfying!"

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Guang Chengzi collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face ashen.

The other Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect all turned deathly pale, as if they had lost their parents.

The rain of blood that fell from the sky was like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing all their sense of superiority and schadenfreude.

All that remained was endless chill and fear.

That person... has grown to the terrifying level where he can even slaughter the incarnation of a saint.

How can we fight against them in the future if they spread their teachings?

Jin'ao Island.

After a brief silence, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

"Master Changsheng is mighty!"

"The Intercepting Sect is mighty!"

Zhao Gongming clenched his fists, looking at the figure in the water mirror, his eyes filled with tears of excitement. He roared to the sky, sweeping away the pent-up emotions in his heart.

"I am Zhao Gongming's disciple! Hahaha! I am Zhao Gongming's disciple, and I have slaughtered a sage!"

At this moment, the fortune of the entire Jie Sect is soaring wildly!

Chen Changsheng stood above Mount Sumeru, letting the blood rain fall, but it evaporated automatically when it came within three feet of his body.

The three ancestral witch incarnations transformed back into three beams of divine light and returned to his body.

He sheathed his God-Slaying Spear, his cold gaze sweeping over the terrified Western Sect disciples below, before finally settling on the depths of Mount Sumeru.

However, just as he was about to set off for that void prison...

An indescribable, terrifying aura, surpassing all the myriad paths of the primordial world, suddenly descended!

boom!

The entire Mount Sumeru, and indeed the entire western region, froze completely at that moment.

The rain of blood that filled the sky stopped abruptly, flowing back into the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

All the laws of heaven and earth were wailing, as they were forcibly twisted and rewritten by a more supreme will.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, a figure slowly emerged.

He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, his face etched with suffering; he was none other than the Sage Zhunti.

But this was not his previous incarnation; it was his true form that had descended!

This is the true saintly supreme being!

He simply stood there, and he replaced the Dao of this world; he was the only rule, the only ruler.

Chen Changsheng felt an unprecedentedly terrifying suppressive force pressing down from all directions.

The flow of magical power within his body instantly became extremely sluggish, and even the Three Flowers rooted in his Qi Sea stopped swaying.

His connection with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was forcibly severed.

"Is this what a true saint is?"

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Chen Changsheng.

"So strong!"

Sage Zhunti's icy gaze pierced through time and space, locking onto Chen Changsheng.

There was no anger in his gaze, only a deathly stillness and a haughty indifference.

"Chen Changsheng, you dared to kill my avatar! Today I will suppress you all here."

His voice was not loud, but it became the sole law of heaven and earth, which no living being could disobey.

After saying that, he slowly raised his right hand and gently waved it towards Chen Changsheng.

A gigantic hand, blotting out the sky, appeared out of thin air, its five fingers spread wide, resembling a divine mountain constructed from five fundamental Daos, pressing down on Chen Changsheng.

That was not supernatural power, but the manifestation of a sage's words becoming law, an absolute prison that would seal Chen Changsheng and everything he owned for eternity.

Under this immense power capable of suppressing all ages, Chen Changsheng felt that his physical body and primordial spirit were about to be crushed into dust.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes burned to its extreme.

He used all his strength to raise his own hand as well.

hum!

A large, ancient, and vast bell, engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and myriad spirits, suddenly appeared above his head.

It is indeed a supreme innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell!