If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 1249 Taboo
The evil Nezha didn't kill indiscriminately. He knew his limits, only using his Fire-Tipped Spear to stab those immortals who cried out "Grandmaster Hongjun, spare my life!" or "Grandmaster Hongjun, have mercy!"

Moreover, he only kills people, not destroys the primordial spirits of immortals. Unless those primordial spirits remain oblivious to death and repentance, and continue to wail indiscriminately.

The "quasi-Daluo" Yuanling Great Immortal, who was killed by Guangchengzi "Old Immortal" with the Fantian Seal, only lost his physical body and his immortal body was shattered, but his primordial spirit remained intact.

"Guang Chengzi, what do you mean by this? Not only do you not help, but you also kill people for no reason!" the fat old man Wei Ran shouted angrily.

Jinglin the Great Immortal did not roar, but he also scanned the old immortal of the Chan Sect hidden in the hazy immortal light with vigilance and resentment.

The magical artifact in his hand had already been activated.

If the old immortal of the Chan Sect dares to attack him, he wouldn't mind fighting back to the death!

"Fellow Daoist Wei Ran, you have committed a grave offense, causing a catastrophe that could topple the heavens. You should honestly accept your punishment."

We will do our best to help if we can.

"But if you harbor any wicked thoughts and attempt to use 'evil magic' to evade 'Heaven's' punishment, then we will have no choice but to 'act on behalf of Heaven'," Guang Chengzi said coldly.

"What evil magic do we use? We just beg a few times to survive." Although he said this, Wei Ran's tone was not as firm and powerful as before.

"You certainly didn't shout nonsense, but what about Yuan Lingzi? Does he think we don't know what he's thinking?" Guang Chengzi looked at Yuan Lingzi's immortal soul with icy eyes.

"Guang Chengzi, I was just overwhelmed by the calamity and confused. I had no other thoughts," Yuanling Daxian said, suppressing his resentment.

Guang Chengzi didn't argue with him, but said in a commanding tone, "Remember, you have created this mess, so you must bear the consequences yourself. Don't even think about using crooked methods to escape the heavenly tribulation. You cannot escape it!"

"Boom!!" As if something had been stimulated, the aura behind the rift in the sky began to boil. The purple divine lightning surrounding the hole in the sky gathered together in large quantities, almost blocking the hole in the sky.

The immortal from Zhuling Cave Heaven, who was glaring at the "Old Immortal of the Chan Sect" with fear and resentment, suddenly couldn't help but tremble, just like the two Great Luo Immortals, Qingxu and Ji'an, who had been robbed earlier.

"here we go again!"

"God, have mercy!"

"Heavens above, have mercy! I possess eight thousand heavenly merits, I shouldn't die!"

Even the old immortals of the Chan Sect, hiding in the hazy immortal light, were inexplicably frightened, feeling a sense of crisis as if they were being gradually locked onto by a sharpshooter.

"Oh no, all the immortals targeted by the Eye of Heavenly Punishment are destined to die under the lightning tribulation."

We acted rashly and killed someone, which angered 'God.' A thunderstorm is coming; leave immediately!

Guang Chengzi waved to retrieve the Fantian Seal, shouted to his fellow disciples, and then tried to disappear into the light.

The other old immortals of the Chan Sect were preparing to leave, but Taiyi Tianzun glanced at Nezha and Yang Jian and said, "These two stupid children can't come with us."

They were really out of their minds, daring to leave the South Heavenly Gate and go to the Zhuling Cave Heaven, where they were tainted with karma and calamity.

They deserve a share of the blame for the likely catastrophe.

"Uncle-Master, we haven't done anything to offend Heaven. We didn't attack Yu Fengxian, nor did we attack Hengshan," Yang Jian quickly explained.

Nezha didn't dwell on whether he was guilty or not; he simply shouted loudly, "Master, Uncle-Master, help me!"

Even Guang Chengzi, who had left first, returned again, throwing out a beam of spiritual light that flew towards Nezha.

“If they are truly tainted by the aura of tribulation, it will be useless to go anywhere. The more they try to escape, the heavier the heavenly punishment will be. Why don’t we each leave a magic treasure to help them overcome the tribulation?” Guang Chengzi said.

"Well, although they were foolish enough to willingly enter into the calamity, they didn't accumulate too much sin."

Taiyi Tianzun threw a treasure pouch at Nezha, which contained seven or eight innate spiritual treasures, and then threw a small bottle at Yang Jian, saying, "Yang Jian, your Eight-Nine Arcane Arts have already been perfected, so protective spiritual treasures are of little use to you."

Here is a bottle of Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

Take one pill and put it in your mouth first; don't worry about wasting it.

Once the heavenly tribulation descends, immediately use it to restore your energy. Remember, maintaining peak condition at all times is the safest approach.

The other old immortals of the Chan Sect also gave away at least one treasure, and then leaped into the air, rushing towards the Great Luo Heaven with the hazy immortal light.

Taiyi Tianzun, lagging behind, added a final reminder: "Once the Heavenly Tribulation is over, return to the Heavenly Court immediately and stop causing trouble in the mortal realm."

The collapse of Zhuling Cave has nothing to do with you.

Yu Fengxian has long since transformed into the spirit of Mount Heng, supporting the pillar of heaven once more. Without you, not a single mortal could have been killed, yet you insisted on meddling. Alas, it's too late for further words.

Remember, get back to Heaven as soon as possible, don't cause any trouble!

Nezha looked up at the hole in the sky, where purple lightning had almost formed a gigantic sphere.

He shouted urgently, "Brother, run! Heavenly lightning is coming! Let's stay away from these 'sinful immortals'!"

Yang Jian followed him for a distance and said, "Brother, I feel uneasy. I'm afraid I'm really about to undergo tribulation. Stay away from me."

"What's bothering you? We've been saving people the whole time, so why are we being punished by heaven?" Nezha exclaimed.

Yang Jian was speechless and also a little curious, "You didn't feel anything? If you didn't feel anything, why did you shout for help?"

"I really didn't feel anything. But what does not feeling anything have to do with calling for help?"
"Since Master said there might be danger, and my uncles are all here, do you think I'm stupid for not calling for help and just trying to tough it out myself?" Nezha said matter-of-factly.

Yang Jian waved his hand, held his breath, and waited for the heavenly punishment to descend.

Nezha tossed the treasure pouch that Taiyi Tianzun had given him to him, saying, "Second brother, you take this, just in case."

Yang Jian did not refuse. He silently circulated his profound energy, held a golden pill in his mouth, and stared intently at the thunderball in the sky.

"~~~~~~"

The greatest sound is silent; the "planet-level lightning sphere" formed by the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder suddenly exploded without a sound, turning into dazzling purple light.

The entire world was shrouded in a purple glow, so much so that even the gods with their spiritual eyes could not see clearly, only a hazy, indistinct view.

Forcing his eyes open only caused them to bleed from the shock of the lightning.

Nezha never felt annoyed because the lightning punishment was indeed not targeting him.

His head was completely clean, without a single arc of lightning. He saw a pitch-black "tentacle" in the purple lightning world reach up to his second brother's head and gently "touch" him.

The touch made the second brother tremble violently, and half of his head was gone.

Those pitch-black "tentacles" were like "rule erasers," directly wiping away the existence of the material world.

Nezha was very worried, and he heard strange noises.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft~~~"

It sounded like an electric arc flickering.

He turned his head and looked around. The purple light was dazzling, but it was too far away to see clearly.

In the hazy distance, one could only see the indistinct figures of the immortals.

One after another, jet-black "tentacles" touched the blurry figures.

Touch it, and the immortal's figure instantly disintegrated into black mist.

It was as if they weren't made of flesh and blood, but rather dust forcibly molded into human form. Now their bodies disintegrated, turning back into dust. Nezha understood that not only were their physical bodies dead, but even their primordial spirits had been lost.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft~~~"

If it is cleanly and decisively "touched to death", it will emit this strange sound of flashing electric sparks.

At first, he didn't know what the sounds meant, so he didn't think much of it. But now, hearing the continuous "plop" sounds, even the evil Nezha started to feel a chill and his hair stood on end.

It's unclear how much time passed, or perhaps it was just a moment later, but the dazzling purple light before Nezha's eyes vanished.

He blinked, and the stinging in his eyes returned to normal.

When he went to see his second brother again, he finally felt relieved.

The second brother was in a terrible state; most of his body had been "touched" away. However, after consuming the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, his remaining body emitted wisps of azure immortal energy, and his physical body quickly recovered completely.

"Second brother, are you alright? You didn't do anything wrong, so why such a severe punishment from heaven?"

Yang Jian exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with fear, exhaustion, and relief. "Have you forgotten? It was I who exposed Yu Fengxian's whereabouts."

“She disguised herself as a young Taoist priest and provoked you. She deserved to have her identity exposed!” Nezha said.

“Alas, it was only because I exposed her whereabouts that Jinglin Immortal and Qingxu Immortal were able to ‘angrily strike Mount Heng and Zhurong Peak,’ causing this enormous disaster.” Yang Jian said, turning to look at the other immortals.

It was a brutal battle; seven out of ten pavilions perished. The remaining survivors were mostly ordinary immortals. They too hated Grand Tutor Yu, participated in the pursuit, and unleashed their strongest killing moves. However, their abilities were limited; they either missed or failed to inflict any damage.

"It's too tragic. I saw living people being struck by divine lightning and turned into nothingness." Nezha sighed and said, "I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've seen divine lightning, which actually formed a domain that covers the cave world."

The domain was so vast, it resembled a celestial realm. Within it, the divine lightning's power was terrifying, transforming from purple to black. It was like the claws of a demon, each strike claiming a life.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "That's not black divine lightning, not thunder. It's a more primordial power."

He paused, then let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Actually, today's outcome isn't bad; at least we survived."

"Seven out of ten died, is that not bad?" Nezha said incredulously.

Yang Jian said, "Brother, think back to when Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain."

Gonggong was one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and like the Dao Ancestor, he was an 'incarnation of Pangu'.

The Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from Pangu's physical body (essence and blood).

“‘Pangu’s incarnation’ was born with great power and fortune. Yet, even the Ancestral Witch, who destroyed Mount Buzhou, still died. We are no match for the Ancestral Witch, but Mount Heng is just a ‘small Mount Buzhou.’ It’s truly remarkable that we’ve managed to survive and that not all the immortals have perished,” Yang Jian remarked.

The two brothers whispered to each other, marveling at their narrow escape. On the other side, a celestial soul, almost a real physical body, knelt on the ground, crying and laughing as it looked towards the hole in the sky.

"Hahaha, I'm still alive! I'm not dead!!"

It was Yuanling Daxian, whose immortal body had been smashed by the Fantian Seal.

"Thank you for your mercy, Ancestor Hongjun! Thank you for sparing my life!"

Not only did he survive, but he was also in excellent condition. It seemed that the divine punishment he had experienced was even less severe than that suffered by Yang Jian.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanling, be careful what you say!" A fat old man in the distance called out to him in a low voice.

Although he was far away and needed to shout, he was very careful and compressed his voice into a single line.

"Brother Wei, how are you still alive?" Yuanling Daxian asked in surprise.

The fat old man's face, already charred black from being struck by lightning, turned even blacker.

"Why can't I live? Heavenly tribulation doesn't necessarily mean death."

Yuanling Daxian looked around and asked, "Where is my old friend Jinglin?"

The fat old man sighed, "He probably didn't make it through."

Yuanling Daxian secretly transmitted his voice, saying with great regret, "What a pity, what a pity, my old friend Jinglin should have ended up like me long ago."

There's no need to worry about any Daoist prohibitions; in a life-or-death situation, survival comes first.

Your own life is the most important thing.

Even without shouting, one can communicate with the will of Heaven through the Dao and quietly beg for mercy from Ancestor Hongjun, just like I did.

There's an 80% chance they can survive.

"What does this have to do with Ancestor Hongjun? It's just that our supernatural powers went astray and we failed to truly injure Yu Fengxian."

No sooner had the fat old man finished speaking than he felt once again locked onto by the "Eye of Heavenly Punishment".

He shuddered, looked up at the sky in alarm, and realized it wasn't an illusion. A sea of ​​lightning appeared in the sky again, also the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.

It comes from beyond the heavens, the true Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

There was only a noticeable change in the aura. The previous divine punishment came from "God," but this time, the "divine punishment"... the fat old man sensed an unusually familiar aura.

It is the Primordial Celestial Venerable!
"No, Dao Ancestor, spare my life~~~" Yuanling Daxian cried out in a sorrowful voice.

The true target that Divine Thunder had locked onto was him!

"Disciple knows his mistake, disciple will never dare to be clever again. Dao Ancestor, please have pity on disciple's millions of years of arduous cultivation and spare disciple this time!"

"Boom!" The response he received was a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bowl.

Although it wasn't as grand as the previous "Purple Sky Curtain," its power was no different.

In just one moment, the Great Immortal Yuanling became listless and dispirited.

Then, a primordial spiritual treasure flew out from the body of the Great Immortal Yuanling. Its spiritual light was dim, and it cut through the air, emitting a mournful sound.

By the third, fourth, and eighteenth strike, Yuanling Daxian had no more protective magic treasures and had exhausted his elixirs to replenish his vital energy.

Knowing he could not escape death, he was filled with extreme resentment and cursed at the sky, "Dao Ancestor, you are unjust! I only called out 'Ancestor Hongjun' a few times in my heart, why do you kill me?"
Hongjun Laozu was originally the 'God of Heaven', so what if I really awakened him?
If you haven't done anything shameful, what are you afraid of?
Since you yourselves have done shameful things that cannot be seen by others, why should we be unforgivable for even slightly touching taboos?
I have also attained the Great Luo realm, and I am at the same level as you.

If I possessed the Primordial Purple Qi, I would also be a 'Dao Ancestor'!

"Fellow Daoist Yuanling, have you gone mad?" The short, fat man retreated in horror. "At most, the Dao Ancestor will punish you by sending you to reincarnation. You, you should apologize right now!"

Yuanling Daxian was stunned for a moment, his face flashing with extreme annoyance and regret. He hurriedly pleaded, "Dao Ancestor, my calamity energy entered my brain, I lost my reason, and my mouth is out of control."

Please spare me this once! I have committed grave sins and I willingly enter the cycle of reincarnation!

As he howled, he activated his great supernatural power, opening a reincarnation channel directly in front of him. Without uttering a sound, he slipped inside like an eel.

"Boom!" The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning did not stop, but continued to fall and disappear into the void.

Only a muffled, low rumble could be heard, barely perceptible.

Just like Master Qingxu, who was blown to death during his previous escape.

The short, fat man's face was deathly pale, his lips twitching. He desperately wanted to plead loudly for his friend of millions of years, but fear held him captive, preventing him from opening his mouth, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)