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Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away in the west, at Mount Sumeru.

The main hall was deep within a dilapidated space where the roof still let in drafts and the corners were covered in moss.

The Taoist Zhunti was sitting cross-legged on a moldy futon, a smug and lewd smile on his face.

In front of him floated a palm-sized array plate, on which a pointer was rotating clockwise very slowly but steadily.

Each rotation represented a wisp of the Jie Sect's fortune, which he had secretly drawn away without anyone noticing.

"Hmph, Tongtian, you brute, you think you can fight me?"

Zhunti looked at the array plate and muttered to himself smugly.

"That little bastard Lin Xuan can protect you for a while, but can he protect you forever? Once I've drained the fortune of your Jie Sect, let's see what you'll have left to stand on in the prehistoric world!"

He seemed to have already foreseen the decline of the Jie Sect and the flourishing of the West, a bright future.

However, just when he was at his most triumphant.

A sudden change has occurred!

The array plate in front of him, which was spinning perfectly, suddenly stopped with a "click"!

Immediately afterward, before Zhunti could react, the pointer began to spin wildly counterclockwise at a speed a hundred times faster than before!

"Buzz—!"

An extremely terrifying and irresistible enormous suction force suddenly erupted from the array plate!

"What's going on?!"

Zhunti's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to sever his connection with the formation.

But to his horror, he discovered that the causal thread connecting him to his saintly origin was as if it were being held tightly by an invisible black hole, and he could not break free at all!

He watched helplessly as the Western Religion's golden dragon of fortune, which was already as thin as an eel and coiled above Mount Sumeru, let out a mournful cry.

Its already meager fortune was drained away like a floodgate opening, following that unseen thread of cause and effect, in a frenzied, savage, and unreasonable manner!

"No! No! Stop! Stop it right now!"

Zhunti panicked completely. He desperately tried to use his saintly power to stabilize his family's fortune.

However, that suction force from the East was simply too domineering!

That wasn't "inhaling" at all, that was practically "robbing"!

The meager resources of Western religions are utterly powerless against this fully-powered "reverse pump."

The golden dragon of fortune shrank and withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scales, which were originally somewhat golden, quickly turned gray and dull, and even began to fall off piece by piece.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of the entire Mount Sumeru became thin and impure.

Those Bodhi trees that had finally sprouted a few tender buds withered instantly and turned into charcoal.

"puff--!!!"

Seeing this scene, Zhunti Daoist felt a surge of blood rushing to the top of his head. He could no longer hold back and a mouthful of extremely rich, dark golden holy blood, even mixed with fragments of the saint's origin, gushed out from his mouth like a high-pressure water gun!

His already miserable face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Lin Xuan! It's you again! It's you again, you bastard!"

Zhunti let out a shrill roar that sounded inhuman.

Apart from that one unreasonable variable, there is absolutely no other person in the entire prehistoric world who could break his saintly formation in this way!

The immense sense of humiliation, frustration, and despair of losing everything gnawed at his Dao heart like millions of ants.

He had finally managed to snag a tiny bit of good fortune from the East, and before he could even enjoy it, he not only threw it all back but also squandered all his savings!

"Snap!"

His right shoulder, which had finally managed to grow a little fleshy bud, exploded into a cloud of blood mist again with a crisp cracking sound due to the violent fluctuations of his emotions and the loss of control over his saintly magical power!

The intense pain, coupled with the shock of his Dao heart collapsing, caused Zhunti's vision to go black.

"Thump."

This lofty saint, in such a disheveled and pathetic state, fell straight down from the moldy prayer mat, like a dead dog, and collapsed unconscious on the cold, dusty floor.

In the instant he lost consciousness, the array plate in front of him, unable to withstand such a terrifying energy clash, exploded into dust with a "bang".

And the thread of cause and effect that connected East and West was completely severed.

Even so, the Western religion has already lost nearly 30% of its original fortune.

This is like adding insult to injury for the already impoverished West, a complete devastation!

It's likely that for the next tens of thousands of years, the entire Mount Sumeru will have to rely on the northwest wind for sustenance.