I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 51 One Sword Slays a Saint (Please continue reading, thank you for the donations!!)

It was as if a meteorite, thousands or even tens of thousands of times larger than Earth, was falling from the heavens and hurtling towards Earth from the distant reaches of space.

"Take this punch."

Its massive form, stretching 108,000 li and burning with terrifying Pangu essence blood, slammed fiercely towards Nuwa.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and the vast wilderness trembled. The sea of ​​blood instantly surged with enormous waves that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, shaking the surrounding area.

"puff--."

With a mouthful of sacred blood, how could Nuwa withstand the energy generated by the burning of Pangu's essence blood?

"Houtu, how dare you!"

"Hmph, I'll be bold today, what can you do about it?"

The enormous fist, engulfed in raging flames, came crashing down again. Nuwa was terrified and instinctively dodged, but Houtu had already seen through her plan and blocked her escape route.

In a panic, she hurriedly blocked the attack, and her Dharma body manifested. All she saw was a giant hand reaching out from the void and grabbing Houtu's wrist.

"You actually want to compete with me in strength? You're asking for death."

With a sudden burst of force, a cracking sound was heard, and the conjured hand was instantly crushed. Nuwa let out a miserable scream, the pain piercing to the bone.

"Hmph, Nuwa, in other aspects I, Houtu, am inferior to you, but when it comes to power, I am your ancestor. Die!"

As dusk falls over the heavens and the Heavenly Dao collapses, even saints cannot borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao. Their only advantage over others is that they possess the cultivation level of saints.

The situation became extremely precarious, and Hongjun, who was fighting against Pangu's true form, was also very anxious upon seeing this.

However, the true form of Pangu was simply too difficult to deal with.

On the primordial land, Nuwa was beaten and bruised all over. Coupled with the overwhelming karmic force all over her body, Nuwa lost the upper hand. At this moment, the ancestral witch Houtu went completely berserk. She thought of the demon race's past conflicts with her and how the Golden Crow had killed countless witches during its rampage in the primordial world.

Driven by such hatred, Houtu erupted completely, her murderous aura soaring to the heavens, faintly echoing the true form of Pangu on the other side of Buzhou Mountain.

Just then, suddenly, the dark sky above the primordial heavens burst forth with dazzling golden light.

"ah--."

A scream echoed throughout the entire primordial land, reaching from the Heavenly Court to the Netherworld. The sage's scream startled heaven and earth and made ghosts and gods weep.

A terrifying sword light stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, directly severing a saint. Golden light fell from the sky, followed by countless drops of blood raining down on the primordial land.

"Zhunti, die—."

Above the chaos, the Tongtian Sect Leader exerted all his strength and finally beheaded Zhunti, one of the two Western Saints.

"Junior brother—".

The Thirty-Three Heavens were in chaos, and the Guide roared in sorrow, the sound echoing across the primordial land. In that instant, a sorrowful emotion arose in the hearts of all living beings, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Tongtian, you bastard, you should kill Zhunti!"

"Tongtian, how dare you slaughter a Saint?"

The Sage Taiqing and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable were greatly shocked and furious. They were even more astonished that after fighting with Hongjun, the Tongtian Sect Leader was still able to kill one of the Sages in such a tired state.

The guide also went berserk instantly.

"Tongtian, I'm going to kill you—".

He went mad and charged forward recklessly, but at this moment, the Tongtian Sect Leader was already exhausted and powerless to resist the approaching Daoist. With a slight smile on his lips, his entire body fell from the chaos.

"Heh heh, who the hell said that the Four Sages could break the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation? Today, one of them was still killed by my Tongtian. Cough cough cough, pfft—."

With a mouthful of holy blood spilled across the primordial world, and after withstanding a blow from the Guide Daoist, Tongtian plummeted towards the primordial earth.

"Father God, cough cough, Tongtian has returned."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—.

On the primordial land, golden light and blood rain fell continuously, the heavens and earth wailed, the sages fell and all the heavens mourned. Houtu looked up at the sky, feeling the blood rain of the sages, and in an instant, she made her combat power reach its peak.

She instantly looked at Nuwa:

"Give me your life—".

Whoosh—.

Transforming into a whirlwind, Houtu rushed straight towards Nuwa. Nuwa was terrified. Zhunti had been killed, and only three of the Four Sages remained. How could they possibly withstand the Zhuxian Sword Formation? When the Tongtian Sect Leader came to kill them, how could she possibly survive?

With this in mind, Nuwa fled immediately without hesitation.

Damn it.

Houtu possessed immense power, but her supernatural abilities were inferior to those of a sage, so she could only watch helplessly as Nuwa fled the prehistoric world.

Rumble.

With Nuwa gone, Ye Yang's seal lost its support and was shattered by Houtu's punch.

"Has a sage fallen?"

Looking up at the sky, golden blood rain continued to fall, and a sense of sorrow welled up in Ye Yang's heart.

"Yes, Zhunti was killed by Tongtian Jiaozhu."

The two looked up at the sky and saw Tongtian, with his white hair, falling rapidly, while the Four Swords of Zhuxian automatically protected him.

"Quick, catch the leader!"

Ye Yang's expression changed drastically. The Tongtian Sect Leader was falling rapidly, his white hair was scattered and fluttering, and his whole body was as lifeless as a withered tree.

"Master Tongtian, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yang caught the Tongtian Sect Leader in one go, only to see that his temples were gray and wrinkles were everywhere, and his once black hair was now as white as a flower.

His pristine white clothes were stained with holy blood, but he still gripped the Qingping Sword tightly in one hand, and his terrifying fighting spirit continued to erupt.

The four swords of Zhuxian automatically protected their master and surrounded the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"Everyone's ancestor."

His trembling lips moved at that moment, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the aged face of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

"Master, I'm here, sob sob. I'm here, I'm here."

Ye Yang gripped the Tongtian Sect Leader's hand tightly. At this moment, Ye Yang's mind was only on the Tongtian Sect Leader. He didn't care about any schemes or anything else; he just wanted the Tongtian Sect Leader to come back to life.

With a long sigh, Ye Yang was overcome with grief, and tears streamed down his face.

All that could be heard was the weak voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader:

"This Saint is finished. His primordial spirit has been burned to ashes. However, it can be considered as slaying a Saint. Unless the Heavenly Dao regains control of the Primordial World, Zhunti cannot be resurrected. Even if he is resurrected in the future, he will be left with scars, cough cough."

He spat out another mouthful of holy blood, and the Tongtian Sect Leader became even weaker.

"Ancestor of Man, I... I sensed the abnormality of the Heavenly Dao long ago, but it was too late. Now I'm fighting back with my life on the line. Although I'm about to perish, cough cough, I've opened up a glimmer of hope for the Jie Sect."

He slowly looked at Ye Yang, grasped Ye Yang's hand with as much force as possible, and said in a trembling voice:

"Ancestor of Humanity, promise me... promise me... that you will protect the safety of the Jie Sect in the future, and do not sever... cough cough... sever my Tongtian lineage."

The last two words seemed to be spoken with his life on the line. Ye Yang cried bitterly, grasping the Tongtian Sect Leader's hand and nodding repeatedly as he said:

"Master, don't worry, you won't die. Don't worry, the Jie Sect will not be cut off from its lineage. From now on, the Jie Sect will be a great sect of the human race. As long as the human race exists, the Jie Sect will not die. Master, don't worry, sob sob—."

"Hahaha, hahaha, cough cough cough, in that case, I, Tongtian, can rest assured."

Then he closed his eyes and went limp.

"Master!"

Ye Yang hugged the Tongtian Sect Leader and cried his heart out. He was still a human being after all, and he still had feelings. Naturally, he couldn't be a saint without emotions.

"Tongtian, you dare to slaughter my junior brother! I'll take your life!"

At this moment, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Jieyin arrived with hatred. Ye Yang slowly raised his head and looked up, his eyes filled with terrifying killing intent.

"It's all your fault that the Tongtian Sect Leader died. I'll take your life."

He suddenly reached for the Qingping Sword, but found it firmly held by the Tongtian Sect Leader. Looking at the Four Swords of Zhuxian beside him, Ye Yang said fiercely:

"If you're willing to avenge the Tongtian Sect Leader, then get moving!"

Ye Yang roared, and in an instant, the Four Swords of Zhuxian trembled, followed by an explosion of sword energy.

"Today, I, Ye Yang, in the name of the Ancestor of Humanity, wield the Four Swords of Zhuxian to slay the Saint—".

(End of this chapter)