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

"Jieyin, Zhunti, it's a deal."

"You two wouldn't be thinking of going back on your word in front of all living beings in the primordial world, would you?"

This blatant threat became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Sage who guided the sage closed his eyes, as if he had used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

"This treasure... belongs to my nephew Changsheng."

"All that has happened before... is now over."

Saint Zhunti trembled all over, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away, and he became completely listless.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng nodded in satisfaction and put away the World-Destroying Black Lotus.

next moment.

The Master of Heaven waved his sleeve.

A vast surge of sage-level magical power instantly enveloped Chen Changsheng and Yang Jiao.

The space ahead was torn apart as if it were a fragile piece of paper.

A virtual passage leading directly to Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea has suddenly taken shape.

The Tongtian Sect Leader didn't look at the two faces below, which were even blacker than the bottom of a pot.

He led the two into the passage.

The four swords of Zhuxian emitted a clear sword cry and transformed into four streams of light that followed closely behind.

The terrifying killing intent that had enveloped the entire western region finally receded like a receding tide.

As the spatial rift completely closed.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence fell over Mount Sumeru.

The Sage Zhunti stood still.

His eyes were fixed on the now-closed void.

His chest heaved violently.

An uncontrollable rage surged forth from the depths of his saintly Dao fruit.

"This is outrageous!"

Zhunti finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He looked up at the sky and let out a furious roar of resentment.

The raging pressure of the saint swept across Mount Sumeru like a hurricane.

Below is the Bodhi Cliff, where Chen Changsheng dug a large pit.

Under the impact of this oppressive force, it finally succumbed to its overwhelming power.

It was accompanied by a deafening roar.

Half of Bodhi Cliff collapsed, turning into dust everywhere.

Countless Western Christian disciples were so overwhelmed by this oppressive force that they coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

They looked at their usually aloof leader in horror, who now resembled a gambler who had lost all his chips.

"My world-destroying black lotus!"

"That is my most precious treasure!"

Zhunti's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.

That's a twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus!

Its defensive capabilities are unparalleled among innate treasures!

It was buried right there in his dojo.

He hadn't discovered it for billions of years!

Now, however, a junior member of the Jie Sect dug it away right in front of him with a broken shovel!

What made him most furious was...

He even personally promised that the treasure would belong to the other party!

This is the feeling of watching a golden opportunity slip through your fingers and then being forced to accept it against your will.

It was a hundred times more painful than the sword strike from the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"Junior brother, calm down."

The voice of the guiding saint rang out from the side.

His face was equally pale, so bitter it looked as if you could squeeze out the bitterest juice from it.

But he was ultimately more composed than Zhunti.

He waved the banner of guidance in his hand.

A vast expanse of soft Buddhist light shone down, forcefully calming down Zhunti's rampaging saintly aura.

"Senior brother! How am I supposed to calm my mind?!"

Zhunti turned his head and said through gritted teeth.

"That Chen Changsheng killed my Western Sect disciples, destroyed my avatar, and now he has even stolen the most precious treasure nurtured in my Western Realm!"

"I can't swallow this!"

Jieyin sighed.

He looked at the devastated Mount Sumeru, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Even if you can't swallow it, you have to.

"Tongtian now wields the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, making him the most powerful among the Six Saints."

"Even if my fellow disciples and I joined forces, we still couldn't break his formation."

"Moreover, Chen Changsheng's own strength has already reached the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal."

"He has an endless array of trump cards up his sleeve; he can even destroy your saintly incarnation."

"The Jie Sect is currently at its zenith; if we confront them head-on, we will gain no advantage whatsoever."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

He knew his senior was telling the truth.

In the primordial world, strength reigns supreme.

Might makes right.

Tongtian's fist was bigger than theirs, and Chen Changsheng's fist was bigger than their Western Sect disciples'.

So they could only suffer in silence.

"Are we just going to let this go?"

Zhunti asked unwillingly.

Jieyin shook his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Of course we can't just let it go like this."

"A great calamity is approaching."

"The heavenly secrets indicate that the main battlefield for this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods will be in the east."

"The Chan Sect and the Jie Sect are bound to clash."

"Yuanshi Tianzun, a man who is extremely protective of his own and extremely concerned with his reputation, would absolutely not tolerate the Jie Sect's current strength."

He turned the prayer beads in his hand, his voice deep and resonant.

"As long as the two religions start fighting."

"That is our opportunity in the Western Church."

"Chen Changsheng is indeed a variable, but no matter how strong he is, he is still just a person."

"When we arrived at the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, when all the saints descended from the stage."

"We have plenty of opportunities to recoup what we've lost today, with interest!"

Upon hearing this, the anger in Zhunti's eyes gradually subsided.

Instead, there was endless scheming and coldness.

"Senior brother is right."

"Let them be smug for a few days."

"Wait until the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods fully erupts."

"I will make sure Chen Changsheng dies a horrible death!"

……

In the endless void.

A golden passageway is rapidly traversing.

The Tongtian Sect Leader walked at the very front, standing with his hands behind his back.

Chen Changsheng and Yang Jiao followed behind.

"Immortality".

The Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly stopped and turned to look at Chen Changsheng.

That usually serious face now wore an undisguised smile.

"You've really made your master and the Jie Sect proud today!"

The Master of Heaven laughed loudly.

He had a really good time today.

Not only did they use the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to thoroughly humiliate Zhunti, but they also used it to grind him to the ground.

His own grand-disciple is even more exceptional.

They unearthed a supreme innate treasure directly from the bottom of Mount Sumeru.

Those two old bald monks were so angry they almost died on the spot.

This double blow, both spiritual and material, is even more satisfying than killing the two saints directly.

"Grandmaster, you flatter me."

Chen Changsheng humbly cupped his hands in greeting.

"If it weren't for the deterrent effect of my master's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, how could those two shameless old men have obediently let me dig for treasure?"

"This is all thanks to our grandmaster."

The Tongtian Sect Leader was extremely pleased with this flattery.

He glanced at the 12th-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus in Chen Changsheng's hand, which exuded an aura of destruction.

"This black lotus is the innate treasure of the Demon Ancestor Rahu."

"It contains the pure law of destruction."

"Although it doesn't perfectly match your Thunder Path, it's still an excellent defensive treasure."

"What are your plans to do?"

Chen Changsheng did not hesitate at all.

He turned around and handed the world-destroying black lotus in his hand to Yang Jiao.