Rewriting the Gods

Countless human heroes appeared in the void. Although these human heroes were all weak in cultivation, only at the Xuanxian realm, and only a small number of them were Golden Immortals, almost none.

The problem is that there are too many of them. Millions of human heroes burst out of the sky, forming a large formation of five hundred people each. When five hundred people work together, their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary Golden Immortals!
Most importantly, just as the Heavenly Court's divine weapons are immortalized by the Investiture of the Gods, the heroic spirits of humanity are also immortalized by the Holy Sword of Humanity.

Both sides are immortal beings, and the battle became fierce from the very beginning. Immortals from both sides fell every moment, but only for a short while before returning to join the battle.

Seeing this, the other immortals on both sides tacitly avoided the battlefield, as no one wanted to fight against an immortal being.

In an instant, the two sides opened up a new battlefield, a battlefield belonging to the immortals!

It is worth mentioning that although both possess the power of immortality, the sources of their immortality are different. One relies on the power of Heaven, while the other relies on the fortune of humanity.

At present, these two forces are the key to the competition between the two sides.

The former is the source of Haotian's authority, while the latter is the core of Suiren's power. Neither of them can relinquish too much power to evolve the power of immortality.

Therefore, both sides showed extreme restraint in the battle of immortality, with each side deploying approximately 100,000 Golden Immortals, both the Heavenly Court and the human race.

In fact, there are many heroic spirits inside the Holy Sword of Humanity. Since the Holy Sword of Humanity was established, countless tens of thousands of years have passed, and the heroic spirits accumulated inside the Holy Sword of Humanity have long reached a terrifying level.

The Xuanxian who just made a move was only a small part of them; there were still a huge number of heroic spirits left in the Human Dao Holy Sword that had not yet made a move.

Ultimately, the heroic spirits within the Holy Sword of Humanity rely primarily on the fortune of humanity; they can only act when supported by the fortune of humanity.

Currently, the human race's fortune is insufficient to support Suiren's twelve golden men and protect the people of the core cities of the Nine Provinces. If Haotian hadn't used the Investiture of the Gods, Suiren would not have been willing to use the Holy Sword of Humanity.

With the undead legions of both sides locked in a stalemate, the combat power of both sides has once again reached a balance.

The two sides are evenly matched, with neither side gaining the upper hand, which also means that either side could gain the upper hand!

Both sides of the immortals were giving it their all, hoping to gain the upper hand and win the battle. Everyone seemed to be working exceptionally hard.

All sorts of rare magical treasures and supernatural powers were brought out. Immortals fell every moment, their blood soaking the earth. The primordial power of heaven and earth was returning silently, and the calamity in the primordial world was slowly dissipating.

But by this time, both sides had really gotten into a fight, and no one cared about the aura of the impending calamity anymore. The aura of the impending calamity could be dispelled, but the murderous intent in everyone's hearts had not dissipated!

As time slowly passed, more and more immortals perished in the primordial world.

However, as the battle continued, the participating immortals gradually adapted to the chaotic fighting and fully utilized their own advantages.

A Golden Immortal is still a Golden Immortal. Although he is just a soldier on the battlefield, his cultivation over countless years is not fake. The reason why Golden Immortals fell like rain at the beginning was largely because many of them had never participated in a battle of this level.

Those who were not adapted to the battlefield environment naturally had a higher number of immortals who perished.

As the Golden Immortals adapted to the battlefield, the number of immortals falling on both sides began to decrease, and the difficulty of completely annihilating a Golden Immortal began to increase dramatically.

Of course, the number of Golden Immortals falling has decreased, not disappeared. Although it is much less than before, the number of Golden Immortals falling every day is still a huge number.

The myriad races of the primordial world fought to ensure their future was not threatened, while the human race fought to protect its people. Both sides fought for their own survival, and their fighting spirit was beyond imagination.

This battle lasted for three whole months, and the total number of Golden Immortals who perished on both sides exceeded 500,000!

Even so, neither side's fighting spirit weakened in the slightest, and the battle not only did not weaken, but became more and more intense.

Just when everyone thought that the side that could hold out until the end would win completely, an extremely terrifying aura rose up.

The next moment, a beam of light so fast that even the immortals' senses could not detect it shot out. Only the sages in the entire prehistoric world could barely detect a trace of this light.

In the midst of chaos, Zhunti, who was fighting Fuxi, suddenly felt a strong sense of impending doom. A sense of impending doom surged into his heart. He looked up and saw a streak of blood light, moving at an unbelievable speed, sweeping towards him.

The speed of the blood-red light was extremely fast, even exceeding Zhunti's reaction speed. At this moment, Zhunti was unable to make any effective resistance and could only rely on instinct to erect a layer of saintly shield.

Even the shock in Zhunti's heart had not yet subsided.

The next moment, blood-red light descended, and a familiar yet unfamiliar Daoist aura of annihilation fell. It was familiar because this was the Daoist brother's Dao, but unfamiliar because this Daoist aura was several times stronger than the Daoist brother's; the two were not even on the same level!

At this point, Zhunti was no longer thinking about anything else.

As the blood-red light fell, Zhunti was plunged into endless darkness.

At the same time, the other saints in the entire prehistoric world belatedly looked at Zhunti, only to see that Zhunti's eyes had also turned gray, and a layer of bloody light split Zhunti in two.

The next moment, an indescribably powerful Daoist aura of annihilation rose up, and Zhunti's golden body instantly cracked open. Then, under the influence of this endless Daoist aura of annihilation, his body, which had been split in two, was rapidly eroded by the Daoist aura of annihilation.

The aura emanating from it dimmed at a visible speed, then turned into dust and completely dissipated into the void.

The faces of all the saints instantly turned to horror. Not one of them was an exception. No matter what, Zhunti was a Heavenly Dao Saint, a genuine saint. Even if he was the weakest saint, he was still a saint!

Beings at the same level as them.

But even such a being was easily annihilated by a beam of blood-red light, as if crushing an ant!
This shocked all the saints to the extreme!
Honestly, if I were to be hit like that, would I be able to survive?
For a moment, all the Heavenly Saints fell silent.

The answer is clear: no, it's even impossible!
That attack was too fast, unbelievably fast, so fast that no one could react in time.

That attack was far too powerful, so powerful that no one could withstand it; it was simply not the power of a Heavenly Dao Saint. The Saints on the field couldn't help but stop their divine abilities, looking in astonishment and uncertainty towards the direction from which the divine ability had come. The divine abilities of Saints were incredibly powerful; their gazes instantly pierced through the boundless chaos, and a figure appeared in the eyes of all the Saints.

The saints' expressions varied upon seeing this figure, ranging from shock and disbelief to admiration, relief, and envy.

Jiang Haofeng looked at the group of Heavenly Dao Saints who were looking over, his face remained calm, and he quietly stepped out, heading towards the Primordial World. As Jiang Haofeng moved, countless Great Daos flowed in his mind, and he began to weave the Wheel of the Great Dao once again.

After three months, Jiang Haofeng finally completed the weaving of his Great Dao Wheel, incorporating all the power of the myriad Great Daos into it. The myriad Great Daos erupted, their power far surpassing that of the Heavenly Dao Saints.

A single annihilation wheel of Dharma directly ended Zhunti's life, leaving him with no power to resist.

Meanwhile, Jiang Haofeng was still weaving the Wheel of the Great Dao. Although there was not enough time and it was impossible to weave ten thousand Daos, with the previous foundation, he could completely weave the Wheel of the Great Dao of three thousand Daos.

After all, the Wheel of Three Thousand Great Daos is simple in itself, and the various Great Daos are very compatible. In addition, the weaving of the Wheel of Great Daos is more and more difficult as you go on, but it is actually very simple in the early stages.

With Jiang Haofeng's current understanding of the Great Dao, a quarter of an hour would be enough to successfully weave three thousand Great Daos.

At this very moment, the news of the saint's fall reached the primordial world. In an instant, a thunderclap resounded throughout the three realms, and an indescribable sorrow spread from heaven and earth, instantly killing countless living beings.

Although countless immortals did not know what had happened, two lines of clear tears still fell from their faces. The blood rain fell on the earth, and whether it was the Heavenly Court, the mortal world, or the underworld, all were shrouded in this blood rain.

When a sage falls, heaven and earth grieve!

This is the first time a saint has fallen in the prehistoric world. Jiang Haofeng's divine power has plunged all living beings in the prehistoric world into endless shock, and has left an indelible mark on the minds of all living beings in the prehistoric world!
The battle that had raged in the primordial world for three months without stopping naturally came to a halt. No one spoke during the entire process, but everyone did just that.

As they watched the figure emerge step by step from beyond the chaos, everyone's expressions were incredibly complex. Jieyin wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

The scene before him had completely exceeded his expectations. He had considered the possibility that Haofeng would return, nor that Haofeng's combat power would have increased to a higher level.

But reality was even more surreal than Jieyin had imagined. Haofeng's strength had not only improved to a higher level, but it was a complete and earth-shattering change.

But how is this possible?

The realm that countless innate gods of the primordial world sought for countless years—how could it have been obtained by a later generation?

Is there really such a person with unparalleled talent in the world?
For a moment, even with his unwavering resolve, he couldn't help but feel a bit distracted.

At the same time, at the core of the Heavenly Dao, a dense golden light rose, and Zhunti, whose expression was still one of surprise and uncertainty, reappeared, but his aura was countless times weaker than before, only at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level.

The Heavenly Saints are immortal and indestructible!
This is not just talk. As a Heavenly Saint of the Primordial World, as long as the Primordial World is not destroyed, the Heavenly Saint cannot perish.

No matter how many times it falls, it can always return from the origin of the primordial world.

Jiang Haofeng was well aware of this.

However, Jiang Haofeng was not worried. Resurrection was one thing, but restoring his Saint-level combat power would probably not be so simple.

A Heavenly Saint is no ordinary being; it was created by consuming one-ninth of the primordial power of the Primordial World. Even the Primordial World would need time to restore a Saint.

At the same time, with Zhunti's resurrection, the origin of the primordial world was also fully activated. A huge suction force rose from the primordial world, and the surrounding chaotic power was swallowed up by the primordial world like a wave, and then transformed into pure magic power that merged into Zhunti's body.

As I said before, there is no shortage of chaotic power within chaos; there is plenty of it.

The reason why the spiritual energy in the primordial world has decreased and become insufficient is entirely because the primordial world has become saturated, and the primordial world has used this portion of spiritual energy to nourish and maintain the saints.

With the current fall of a sage, it's equivalent to a one-ninth loss of spiritual energy in the primordial world. The primordial world will naturally replenish the missing spiritual energy until all spiritual energy is replenished.

The scene was incredibly spectacular. The chaotic power surrounding the primordial world was being devoured at a visible speed, creating a void of chaotic power around the primordial world, and this void was still expanding outwards at a visible speed.

Since the beginning of time, this is the first time that the Primordial World has replenished its spiritual energy on such a large scale. After all, the Primordial World has never lacked spiritual energy in other times.

Although the scene of replenishing spiritual energy in the primordial world was extremely spectacular, it was clear that replenishing one-ninth of spiritual energy still required a lot of time, and this time obviously far exceeded a quarter of an hour!

A quarter of an hour passed quietly. Jiang Haofeng had completed the creation of the Three Thousand Great Dao Wheels in his mind, while Zhunti at the origin of the primordial world had only just recovered his cultivation to the half-saint level…
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Haofeng completely detonated the Wheel of the Three Thousand Great Daos the moment it was fully woven, transforming all the power of the Three Thousand Great Daos into pure causal power.

Using cause and effect as the medium, all those belonging to the Western Buddhist sects, except for Sun Wukong, are...

Their souls were utterly destroyed!
An endless force of cause and effect swept out, precisely landing on every member of the Buddhist community along the causal lines. All members of the Buddhist community, whether Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, or Arhats and Dharma protectors, were simultaneously frozen in place.

Everyone seemed to freeze into statues in an instant, and the next moment, without any warning, they all silently disappeared into the void.

Whether it was Maitreya and Subhuti, who were at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, or an ordinary novice monk at the foot of Mount Ling, they all vanished in that instant, turning into dust and their souls were annihilated!

In the Heavenly Court, at the moment when the White Lotus Child and several other Buddhist quasi-saints who had been listed on the Investiture of the Gods perished, the Investiture of the Gods flashed with mysterious light, attempting to revive them.

However, the next moment, an endless force of cause and effect struck, instantly shattering the Heavenly Dao power that enveloped the Investiture of the Gods and forcibly erasing the true spirits of the Western Sect members.

In that instant, only three people remained alive in the entire Western Religion.

Jieyin, Zhunti, and Sun Wukong!
The first two are saints, with saintly positions in hand and the Primordial Heavenly Dao Origin supporting them, so Jiang Haofeng cannot eliminate them in a short time.

As for the latter, Jiang Haofeng came from the future. In Jiang Haofeng's heart, the monkey was still somewhat different. Jiang Haofeng thought about it for a long time and finally decided to spare the monkey's life!
Let's do this for the sake of the joy that monkeys brought me in later generations. (End of Chapter)