Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

The Golden Horned and Silver Horned Guards, who remained at the palace, stood motionless before the alchemy furnace, gazing at the blood-red sky and the falling seven-colored lights. Their voices were hoarse, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

A sage has fallen.

What will happen to the Dao Ancestor?

What will become of Heaven's will?

What will happen in the primordial era?!

They dare not think.

Mount Sumeru in the West.

At the edge of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, countless monks, arhats, and bodhisattvas knelt on the ground, gazing at the blood-red sky in the east, and at the still-drifting specks of seven-colored light...

His whole body trembled, and he could hardly utter the Buddha's name.

Has the goddess Nuwa really perished?

The goddess Nuwa, who created humankind, ranked among the Six Sages, and had compassion for all living beings...

He was truly defeated by the vice leader of the Jie Sect...

Kill with a single punch?

"Amitabha......"

An old monk was chanting Buddhist prayers in a low voice, his voice filled with sorrow.

But no one responded.

The entire Mount Sumeru was deathly silent, like an abyss.

Above the Netherworld Blood Sea and the Giant Seal of Reincarnation.

Houtu suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils filled with chaotic light that reflected the shocking blood-red color of the primordial sky.

She stared intently at the direction of Buzhou Mountain, at the figure in blue robes standing alone in the chaotic halo.

"Nuwa..."

Houtu murmured softly, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Fallen?"

Although she was a saint of the earthly path, Nuwa was also a saint of the heavenly path. Although her cultivation level had fallen, she was still one of the six saints.

When a sage falls, heaven and earth grieve.

Even the power of reincarnation trembled slightly at this moment, and the light of the six gates flickered.

But Houtu saw more than just shock.

There's still a sliver...

Ineffable complexity.

Nuwa created humans and made them saints, enjoying the fortune of the human race, yet she tacitly allowed the demon race to slaughter the human race.

Xuandu slayed Nuwa, the Holy Mother, and seized the Creation Stone; today, he killed her with a single punch.

Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable.

"The seeds you sow, the fruits you reap today..."

Houtu repeated Xuandu's words in a low voice, then slowly closed her eyes.

Xuan Du is right.

Nuwa's demise was not Xuandu's fault.

It was the result of her own actions.

Eat your own fruit.

That's it.

Above Mount Buzhou.

Beneath the blood-red sky, the falling seven-colored light spots finally dissipated completely.

Nuwa... vanished without a trace.

It's as if it never existed.

Only the purplish-gold holy blood imprint burned in the void still flickers in the chaotic airflow, telling the story of a saint who once fell here.

"Whoosh..."

People across the vast wilderness finally came to their senses.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

Beneath the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, billions of humans knelt on the ground, gazing at the blood-red sky and the dissipating seven-colored light...

They didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Nuwa created humans and gave them life.

Nuwa did nothing, letting them live and die as they pleased.

Nuwa tacitly approved the slaughter, regarding them as ants.

Now she has fallen.

He was killed by his master with a single punch.

Should they cheer?

Should I shed tears?

Millions of people knelt before the monument, silent as stone.

No one cheered.

No one shed a tear.

Only on the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, there is the rune carved at the top of the stele, once belonging to the Holy Mother of Humanity...

It faded away quietly.

Finally, it vanished completely.

From then on, humanity had no more Holy Mothers.

Only Master.

......

Above Mount Buzhou.

Yuan finally broke free from the suppression of the Chaos Light. His body was surrounded by chaotic and boiling Jade Clarity Immortal Light, and he stared intently at the void where Nuwa had fallen.

His face was ashen, and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

"Xuan Du..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse:

"How dare you kill a saint!"

"Do you know the backlash of Heaven's will? Do you know that the true spirit of the sages resides in Heaven's will? Do you know that although Nuwa perished, she was not extinguished!"

"She will return one day!"

"At that time, everything you do today will..."

Xuan Du interrupted him, his voice as calm as still water.

"So what?"

He slowly turned around, the purple-gold holy blood splattered on his blue robes still wet, burning wisps of blue smoke in the chaotic halo.

He looked at Yuanshi, his gaze devoid of sorrow or joy:

"If she returns, I will kill her again."

"If he returns ten times, I will kill him ten times."

"If he returns a hundred times, I will kill him a hundred times."

"Kill her until her true spirit is completely extinguished, kill her until she never returns."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was as loud as a thunderclap!

Yuanshi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was momentarily speechless.

He stared at Xuan Du, at that calm, almost indifferent face, at the purple-gold holy blood still dripping from his body...

A chill ran through me for the first time.

This person... is truly fearless.

He was not afraid of the backlash from Heaven.

He was not afraid when the sage returned.

Despite being entangled in cause and effect and burdened by karma, he remained undaunted.

He only believed in himself and in martial arts.

I am the only one who matters.

Is this the Primordial Dao?

Is this... the Dao of Xuandu?

"Well... well, Xuan Du is something else..."

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his sleeve hummed and trembled, but he hesitated to make a move.

He dare not.

The scene before Nuwa's demise was deeply imprinted in his mind.

One punch.

Just one punch.

Xuandu then blasted Nuwa, who had fallen from her saintly position, to death.

Although Nuwa's strength was reduced to less than one-tenth, although her sacred foundation was damaged and her path to enlightenment was severed, although she no longer had the Creation Stone to protect her...

But in the end, he was a saint.

Even if one falls from the sainthood, one is still not comparable to a quasi-saint.

And Xuandu...

He killed her with a single punch.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

It was as if an ant had been crushed.

Yuanshi asked himself, if he were to fight Xuandu alone at this moment...

Can he win?

he does not know.

He only knew, but he didn't want to know.

"withdraw."

Yuanshi spoke in a low, hoarse voice:

"This battle... is temporarily suspended."

Laozi was jolted awake and looked up at Yuanshi with disbelief in his eyes.

withdraw?

The five saints joined forces, and the killing trap was set, but Nuwa perished in this battle.

Yuanshi said... "Withdraw?"

"The Primordial Beginning..."

Lao Tzu's voice was hoarse:

"Nuwa's body is barely cold, and you're already talking about retreating?"

Yuanshi didn't look at him, but stared intently at Xuandu.

"He killed Nuwa, and has now incurred the karmic consequences of killing a saint."

"The backlash from Heaven is imminent; the karmic burden of this great calamity will be upon you..."

"He will pay the price without us having to do anything."

"Fighting again now would be disadvantageous for us."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"not to mention......"

Yuanshi did not finish speaking.

Before he finished speaking, his gaze had already swept towards the East China Sea.

Jin'ao Island.

There, the soaring sword intent of the Four Swords of Zhuxian was still fierce, but that sword intent was too quiet.

It's abnormally quiet.

Nuwa's fall caused heaven and earth to grieve, and a blood-red sky enveloped the primordial world. The shockwaves from the fall of a sage were enough to shake the entire world.

If Tongtian were on Jin'ao Island, he would have crossed the sea to come here by now.

Even though the Zhuxian Sword Formation requires someone to oversee it, and even though the Jie Sect needs a sage to protect it.

Given Tongtian's protective nature, how could he stand idly by while his disciple fought the Five Saints alone?

But from the East China Sea direction, there is only sword intent.

nobody.

Yuanshi's pupils suddenly contracted.

wrong.

That's not right.

"Where is the Heavenly Bridge?"

He spoke in a low voice, with a hint of urgency that even he himself didn't realize.

Laozi was taken aback, and then his expression changed drastically.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the sudden chill rising in each other's eyes.

Yes.

What about Tongtian?

Nuwa perished, and heaven and earth grieved, with the blood-red sky covering billions of miles.

How could Tongtian not know about such a commotion?

Even though the Zhuxian Sword Formation needs to suppress the fortune of the Jie Sect, and even though Jin'ao Island needs a sage to oversee it.

Given his extraordinary nature, he would definitely go to the battlefield even if it meant the destruction of his religion!

But he didn't come.

They never showed up.

What does this mean?

mean......