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

The moment the tip of the God-Slaying Spear pierced the very center of the Pangu Banner, the Chaos Seed within Chen Changsheng's body suddenly throbbed for the second time.

This jump was even more powerful than the previous one.

The power of primordial chaos exploded from the depths of his dantian, surging wildly along his meridians into his limbs and bones, pouring into every inch of the God-Slaying Spear. On the pitch-black spear, the demonic ancestor's killing aura intertwined with the power of primordial chaos, radiating a strange purplish-black halo.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the five avatars roared simultaneously.

Ru Shou's golden light soared into the sky, Zhu Rong's raging flames burned the heavens, and Gong Gong's floods surged to the heavens.

The three ancestral witch incarnations took the lead, frantically drawing upon the essence of the three laws of metal, fire, and water from the world, transforming them into three elemental torrents millions of feet long, which flowed down Chen Changsheng's arm and into the God-Slaying Spear.

The power of six realms converges into one shot.

"break!"

Chen Changsheng let out a low shout and thrust his God-Slaying Spear forward.

The moment the spear tip tore through the surface of the Pangu Banner, the phantom of the giant axe that stretched across the sky was split in two from the very center.

Chaos, fire, water, and wind surged wildly between the two halves of the axe shadow, only to crumble inch by inch under the combined crushing force of the six paths. The gray primordial energy of chaos scattered and dissipated, turning into countless gray-white dust particles that drifted down towards the East Sea.

The phantom of the giant axe that split the heavens shattered.

Genuine fear finally appeared on the face of the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun.

He looked down at his hands.

The lines on his palm were disappearing, and his fingertips had become translucent, vaguely revealing the chaotic light churning behind his palm. With half of his avatar's essence exhausted, his foundation was unstable, and he was even struggling to maintain his avatar form.

"Impossible..." The avatar's voice was hoarse, and his lips were trembling.

"A half-step Primordial Chaos cultivator... how could he possibly withstand the full force of the Pangu Banner's attack..."

Chen Changsheng stood with his spear sheathed, the God-Slaying Spear beside him, its tassel moving without wind.

"I told you, you're far from good enough."

The avatar suddenly raised its head, and the fear in its eyes was instantly replaced by madness.

He knew he couldn't hold on any longer. The essence of his avatar was rapidly dissipating, and it wouldn't be long before it collapsed on its own. For the avatar of the dignified Jade Purity Saint to fall at the hands of a junior—what a disgrace!

"Since that's the case..."

The avatar gritted its teeth and suddenly formed a hand seal in front of its chest that Chen Changsheng had never seen before. As soon as the hand seal was formed, the remaining Dao Fruit within the avatar began to expand violently, emitting an aura of mutual destruction.

"I would rather sacrifice this avatar than let you be dragged into nothingness!"

The incarnation is about to detonate the Dao Fruit.

Chen Changsheng's pupils contracted; he knew all too well what this meant.

Even if it's just the remnant of a sage's Dao Fruit that explodes, it's enough to turn a radius of ten thousand miles into a dead zone.

Chentang Pass is still within this ten thousand li range.

Li Jing's family is still alive.

Nezha is still alive.

Don't even think about it.

Chen Changsheng flipped his right hand, and the Eastern Emperor Bell soared into the air, its mouth facing down. The myriad demon totems and the celestial constellations lit up simultaneously on the bell's surface.

when--!

A resounding, extremely deep chime echoed outwards.

Golden time-space patterns poured down from the bell's mouth, transforming into an impenetrable net that enveloped the entire body of the Primordial Celestial Venerable's incarnation.

The laws of time instantly solidified around the avatar.

The laws of space were forcibly locked by Donghuang Zhong.

The expanding Dharma seal on his chest, under the constraints of time and space, seemed to have been paused. The rate of expansion suddenly dropped to zero, and the self-destruction of the Dao Fruit was forcibly frozen at the moment before it was about to explode.

The avatar's body froze in mid-air, unable to even move its eyes.

Only those eyes churned with endless terror and resentment.

He never dreamed that the complete Eastern Emperor Bell could achieve such a level. It could even suppress the self-destruction of a Dao Fruit embodied by a saint, confining time and space.

Chen Changsheng shattered the void with a single step and arrived in front of his avatar.

The God-Slaying Spear was held horizontally in front of his chest, its tip no more than a foot from the heart of the incarnation.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, listen carefully."

Chen Changsheng's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the consciousness of his avatar, and also reached the perception of the Yuanshi Tianzun's main body, who was far away in Kunlun Mountain and monitoring the battle with his divine sense as a sage.

"I am killing your avatar today to teach you a lesson."

"Next time, if you dare to touch my people again—"

"What dies is not your incarnation, but your true self."

The words fell.

The God-Slaying Spear thrust out.

The Demon Ancestor's murderous aura erupted to its extreme in this thrust, the pitch-black spear tip piercing through the spacetime confinement net of the Eastern Emperor Bell and precisely stabbing into the heart of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's incarnation.

puff.

A spray of golden, primordial blood gushed from the incarnation's chest, splashing onto the sea surface of the East China Sea, stirring up countless golden waves.

The avatar's body began to crack from its heart, the cracks spreading visibly to its limbs and bones. The auspicious clouds of the heavens shattered instantly, and the laws of the Jade Purity Dao broke inch by inch within the avatar's body.

"you……"

The last word escaped from the avatar's mouth, its voice hoarse to the extreme.

The next moment, the awe-inspiring saintly avatar, starting from the top of his head, turned into ashes inch by inch, scattering in the salty sea breeze of the East China Sea.

The saint's golden blood was spilled across the coastline outside Chentang Pass, reflecting a dazzling golden light under the sun.

One of the three incarnations of Yuanshi Tianzun was pierced and shattered by a junior who was only half a step into the Hunyuan realm, right in front of all the great powers of the prehistoric world.

Inside and outside Chentang Pass, there was a deathly silence.

The Pangu Banner, now without its master, trembled violently in the void, emitting a mournful cry of utmost desolation. The remaining chaotic light on the banner's surface dimmed, and the entire banner transformed into a streak of gray light, hurtling through the air towards Mount Kunlun.

Pangu Banner has returned home.

Its owner lost face, and it couldn't stay any longer.

Chen Changsheng sheathed the God-Slaying Spear, and the Demon Ancestor's murderous aura slowly subsided. He glanced up at the direction where the Pangu Banner had disappeared, and his lips twitched slightly.

"They run fast."

Taiyi Zhenren was still lying paralyzed in the mud pit at his feet.

This one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect looked even more miserable than a beggar at this moment.

His Taoist robe was torn to shreds, most of his bones were broken, his three flowers were completely removed, his five qi were scattered, and his cultivation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal had been completely shattered by Chen Changsheng's previous spear. At this moment, he was only left with the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal, barely clinging to life.

Chen Changsheng looked down at him.

Taiyi Zhenren trembled violently, his face covered in mud and blood, his eyes unfocused, and his teeth chattering.

He witnessed his master's incarnation being pierced through the heart by a spear and turned to ashes.

That was the incarnation of a saint.

He didn't even dare to think about running away anymore.

"Nephew... spare my life..." Taiyi Zhenren's voice was hoarse, and blood bubbles were gurgling in his throat.