High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Fa Wuji's expression changed drastically, because Cang Lanyu gave him no time to react.

She took a step forward, her figure flashing like a deep blue lightning bolt, her sword slashing horizontally.

Fa Wuji subconsciously raised the supreme cosmic treasure longsword in his hand to block, but the deep purple longsword shattered into countless fragments the moment it touched the Great Luo Primordial Sword Embryo, scattering in all directions.

The sword did not pause, but continued forward.

Fa Wuji's body seemed to be frozen in that instant.

He looked down at the dark gold sword that had pierced through his chest and abdomen, and watched as the grayish-white specks of light spread outward from his wound, like a piece of burning paper burning from the edge inward.

He wanted to say something, but his body instantly turned into countless gray-white light spots and disappeared into the sword body of the Great Luo Primordial Sword Embryo.

In the blink of an eye, Canglan Yu slew one of the supreme eight-wheeled eternal beings of the Myriad Laws Temple with his sword.

Cang Lanyu sheathed her sword, took a step back, and stood back beside Su Jie.

Her expression remained as cold and stern as ever, as if she had just slain a chaotic beast.

The Hall of Punishments was deathly silent, but beneath the silence, another undercurrent was rapidly brewing.

Those gazes shifted from the spot where Fa Wuji had disappeared to the dark golden longsword in Cang Lanyu's hand, and then to Su Jie standing beside Cang Lanyu.

Greed remains, but beneath it lies a layer of anger.

The people of the Primordial Temple, in the Punishment Hall of their Myriad Laws Temple, in front of a group of elders and deacons, killed a temple master.

This is no longer just questioning someone; this is running wild on the head of the Temple of All Laws.

A thought simultaneously surfaced in their minds: that sword was indeed a supreme treasure of the pinnacle universe, but it did not belong to Cang Lanyu. As an Eight-Round Eternal being, she could not possibly fully control a treasure of that level.

That sword strike just now probably consumed most of her strength.

Now, as long as Su Jie is captured, Cang Lan Yu will naturally be hesitant to act rashly.

But why is Xuan still standing next to Su Jie?

Could it be that Xuan has been completely bewitched by the people of the Primordial Temple and has lost his mind?

Su Jie, however, seemed completely oblivious to the rapidly growing killing intent.

A system notification had just flashed through his mind: [Killed 1 Eight-Round Eternal, base combat power permanently increased by 10 billion Eternal Power.]

Fa Wuji was killed by Canglan Yu using the Great Luo Hongmeng Sword Embryo, but Su Jie also completely absorbed his life essence through the Great Luo Hongmeng Sword Embryo.

He remained expressionless, shifting his gaze from the spot where Fa Wuji had disappeared to Cangwu, the Hall Master of the Punishment Hall.

"Palace Master Cangwu, will you commit suicide, or let Canglan Yu send you on your way?"

As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, the space inside the Hall of Punishments seemed to be squeezed from the outside by something.

Dozens of eternal auras from the Eight Wheels surged in from outside the hall, pressing down like a tidal wave, enveloping the entire Hall of Punishments in a heavy, almost suffocating pressure.

One, two, five, ten... Dozens of figures dressed in robes of various colors appeared one after another inside and outside the palace gates.

Some had faces ashen, some had eyes filled with suppressed anger, and some had expressions of extreme coldness as if they had been offended.

They are the hall masters and powerful elders of the other halls of the Temple of Ten Thousand Laws, all of whom are eternal in eight cycles.

The sword strike that Canglan Yu used to kill Fa Wuji was too powerful. The pressure of that supreme universe treasure was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, creating an energy ripple that covered the entire core area of ​​the Myriad Laws Sky.

Almost all the Eight Eternal Wheels who sensed that aura immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed toward the Hall of Punishments.

Those Eternal cultivators with seven or fewer chakras made a judgment the instant they sensed the gathering of the auras of the eight-chakra Eternal cultivators: this level of conflict was beyond their ability to participate in.

Everyone quickly retreated from the area of ​​the Hall of Punishments, fearing they would be caught in the ensuing battle.

In no time, apart from those dozens of eternal auras of the Eight Wheels, no low-level cultivators lingered inside or outside the Hall of Punishments.

Inside the Hall of Punishments, Su Jie, Cang Lanyu, and Xuan were surrounded by more than fifty layers of the eternal aura of the Eight Wheels.

They stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by a dense crowd of figures. The innermost circle consisted of several powerful figures at the level of hall masters, while the outermost circle comprised dozens of elders at the level of eight-wheel eternity.

Deep purple sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dome, making the silhouettes of those figures appear incredibly majestic.

Cangwu stood beside the high chair, his gaze sweeping over his colleagues who had poured into the hall, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

He sat back down in the high chair, his posture much more composed than before.

He chuckled, "Su Daozi, you're quite arrogant. The Palace Master of the Law Hall was caught off guard and was just killed by Canglan Yu's sneak attack. Are you trying to provoke a war between our Myriad Laws Holy Hall and the Primordial Holy Hall?"

He paused, his gaze shifting back and forth between Su Jie and Cang Lanyu:

"However, considering that the Lord of the Beginning is your master, our Temple of Myriad Laws is not an unreasonable place."

"Now, if you make Canglan Yu commit suicide to atone for his sins and then offer up this supreme cosmic treasure, my Myriad Laws Holy Temple can pretend that today's events never happened."

He leaned back in his chair, his voice deepening:

"But if you remain stubborn, then your life is over. Two fists can't fight four hands; I advise you to make a careful choice."

As he finished speaking, the eyes of the eight eternal beings in the hall lit up simultaneously.

Some nodded slightly, some smiled with approval, and some were already calculating in their minds how to distribute that supreme cosmic treasure once they got their hands on it.

Fa Wuji's death did indeed surprise and anger them, but in the face of a supreme universe treasure, their camaraderie seemed insignificant.

If Fa Wuji's death can bring the Temple of Myriad Laws a supreme cosmic treasure, then no matter how you look at it, it's a worthwhile deal.

Some people even secretly felt that Fa Wuji's death was worthwhile.

Su Jie stood in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the greedy faces one by one, as if he were seriously counting the number of people.

He chuckled, "Fifty-three eight-cycle eternal ones, plus you, Cangwu, make a total of fifty-four. Hmm, that's not a bad number."

As Su Jie finished speaking, the gazes of the eight Eternals surrounding him narrowed slightly.

Fifty-four eight-wheeled eternity, in any temple on the Primordial Continent, would be a force capable of crushing everything.

Su Jie, however, reported the number as if he were genuinely counting goods, his calm tone sending chills down their spines.

But he didn't wait for their response. Instead, he raised his head and looked past the layers of figures in the hall, his gaze falling on the dome of the Hall of Punishments.