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

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm.

"The Beginning".

He stood amidst the chaotic halo, the purple-gold holy blood on his blue robes still wet, burning wisps of blue smoke in the void.

He gazed at Yuanshi, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, yet a slow, gentle smile curved his lips.

The curve was very faint.

However, this caused the Jade Purity Immortal Light surrounding Yuanshi to suddenly freeze.

"Since you've already guessed it, why deceive yourself?"

Xuan Du said.

The sound faded.

Yuan Shi's expression darkened completely.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing like lightning, scanning the surrounding void.

The Jade Purity Immortal Technique was activated at full power, and the laws of Heaven empowered his eyes, inch by inch, inch by inch—

There was nothing above Mount Buzhou.

There is nothing beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

There is none in the vast expanse of the East China Sea.

Jin'ao Island.

Above Jin'ao Island, the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords hung in all directions, their sword intent soaring to the heavens, their killing aura shaking the heavens.

But in the center of that sword formation, in front of Biyou Palace.

No one is empty.

On the cloud bed, Qingping's sword intent still lingered, but the figure in green was no longer there.

Tongtian is not on Jin'ao Island at all!

"you......"

Yuanshi stared intently at Xuandu, his voice hoarse:

"When did Tongtian arrive?"

Xuan did not answer.

He merely turned slightly to the side, his gaze falling three zhang behind him.

There, the void was as calm as still water, and there was not a cloud in the sky.

There was nothing there.

But just as Xuandu's gaze fell upon him...

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly materialized, like a reflection in water.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his sword intent soared to the heavens.

It is indeed a passage to heaven!

He stood three zhang behind Xuandu, his gaze calmly fixed on Yuanshi, Laozi, and Jieyin Zhunti.

His body was enveloped in the flowing intent of the Qingping Sword, yet there was not a trace of killing intent.

It was as if they were just strolling around.

But the overwhelming pressure of the saint, which surpassed all heavens and suppressed all laws, pressed down on the hearts of the four saints like a mountain!

"Tongtian!!!"

Yuan Shi spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

He stared intently at the figure in green, his eyes swirling with a celestial light that seemed to scorch the void.

coming.

Tongtian arrived long ago!

Right here on the battlefield!

Just as the five saints joined forces to besiege and kill Xuandu!

But why doesn't he show himself?

Given Tongtian's temperament, if he had known that the Five Saints had joined forces to set up a killing trap, would he have sat idly by and watched his disciple fight alone?

We should have drawn our swords long ago, deployed our forces long ago, and settled accounts with them long ago!

But he didn't.

But it has always remained hidden in the shadows.

They only revealed themselves when Nuwa had fallen, the killing scheme had collapsed, and they were about to retreat.

Why?

The primordial mind raced, countless thoughts exploding like thunderclaps.

Then he saw Xuandu.

I saw Xuandu's eyes, calm as an ancient well.

I saw a fleeting hint of mockery deep in those eyes.

In an instant.

Yuan Shi understood everything.

This is not a hasty response from Xuandu.

This is not Xuandu falling into a trap.

This is a scheme orchestrated by Xuandu!

From beginning to end.

Houtu transformed into a being of reincarnation, the underground passages were restored, and the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King began.

From the plan he devised with the Ancestral Witches in the Pangu Palace, the sons of the Witch Clan would join the Jie Sect during the final battle.

He appeared at Buzhou Mountain, stood between the two armies, and provoked Yuanshi.

He shattered the barrier of Heaven, suppressed the combined forces of the Four Saints, and killed Nuwa with a single punch.

Every step, every game, every strike.

It's all a scheme!

He, Yuanshi, called himself the one who held the chess pieces and boasted of setting up the killing moves.

In reality, it's just a chess piece on the Xuandu chessboard!

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Yuanshi said "good" three times in a row, his voice hoarse and his smile sinister.

He stared at Xuandu, then looked at Tongtian:

"You and your apprentice put on a good show."

"I thought I had laid a trap to lure you into it."

"But little did they know that I was the one who had fallen into the trap."

The sound faded.

Lao Tzu's face turned deathly pale, and the illusory Tai Chi diagram in his palm trembled violently.

The Buddha's light around Jieyin and Zhunti was disordered, and cracks spread across their golden bodies.

They gazed at the figure in green standing behind Xuandu, at the soaring sword intent, and at those calm, unwavering eyes.

A chill ran through my heart, like ice that had stood for millennia.

Just as the four sages were pondering, Tongtian raised his hand.

The movement was very light, not even a flick of the sleeve, just a slight lift of the fingertips.

In that very instant.

At the edge of the East China Sea, above Jin'ao Island, the four sword lights that had hovered for millennia moved.

Zhu Xian, Lu Xian, Xian Xian, Jue Xian.

The four swords rang out in unison, their sound shaking the heavens!

The sword's cry was not loud, yet it was like the first ray of light torn through chaos at the beginning of creation—clear, sharp, and undeniable.

The sword light traversed the endless void, stretching from the East Sea to Mount Buzhou, making the vast landscape seem within reach beneath its blade.

In the blink of an eye.

Four sword lights had already reached the sky above Mount Buzhou.

"Buzz!"

The Zhuxian Sword hung behind Yuanshi, its tip pointing diagonally, its sword energy falling like a tangible force, sealing off any escape route.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword hung behind Laozi, its blade shimmering with a ghostly light. Its killing intent was contained within, yet it was colder than when it was outwardly displayed.

The Immortal-Trapping Sword hung behind Zhunti, its sword intent like a swamp, layer upon layer, trapping and locking the void.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword hung behind Jieyin, its blade devoid of light, emanating only a wisp of deathly intent, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

Four swords, four directions.

Four sages.

Swords were drawn behind them.

There was no way forward.

Yuanshi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't turn around.

The sage's spiritual senses had already detected the sword behind him, the Immortal Execution Sword, which he had dealt with countless times but had never been so close to.

But he still didn't turn around.

He just stared intently at Tongtian, at the figure in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back behind Xuandu.

"Reaching the Heavens".

The primordial voice was hoarse:

"You're crazy."

Tongtian did not answer him.

He simply lowered his eyes and looked down at the feet of the Four Saints.

There, deep in the void.

A pattern of array is slowly emerging.

At first, it was extremely faint, like ink mixed with clear water, almost imperceptible.

But in just a moment, the patterns suddenly lit up!

Mysterious, complex, and deadly array patterns surged out from the depths of the void like a tide, spreading wildly in all directions from the Four Saints as the center!

The patterns intertwine, overlap, and evolve.

In less than three breaths.

A colossal array covering an area of ​​ten thousand feet in diameter has been completed!

Above the array diagram, the innate killing energy flowed like a tangible substance, not in a single layer, but layer upon layer, like the cold current surging beneath an ancient glacier.

Beneath the array, the void did not shatter, but rather solidified completely.

They are not bound by rules.

It was sealed by murderous intent.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

The four swords returned to their positions, and the formation was complete.

The ironclad rule that no one but the Four Saints could break has now become a sword hanging over the heads of the Four Saints themselves.

Lao Tzu's face turned deathly pale, and the illusory Tai Chi diagram in his palm trembled wildly, with the Yin and Yang energies surging chaotically like boiling water.

He looked down at the array diagram at his feet, its killing intent restrained yet omnipresent, then looked up at Tongtian, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

As he chanted the Buddha's name, the guiding banner in his palm flashed with Buddha's light, and the fine cracks on the golden body suddenly spread.

He gazed at the four swords of the Immortal Executioner, suspended in the four directions, their tips pointing directly at him. The sorrow in his eyes finally shattered completely, revealing the unfathomable terror beneath.

fear.

Zhunti remained silent.

He just stared intently at the array diagram beneath his feet, at every pattern, every wisp of killing intent, and every inch of its spreading trajectory.

The Seven Treasures Tree hung overhead, its seven-colored light cascading down wildly, attempting to clear a corner of the array.

It won't refresh.

The array remained completely still.

His eyes finally dimmed.

"Reaching the Heavens".

Yuanshi spoke for the third time.

This time, his voice was no longer hoarse, but surprisingly calm.

"Do you truly intend to use this formation to trap and kill us?"

Tongtian finally raised his eyes.

He looked at Yuanshi, at his elder brother who shared the same origin as Pangu and was ranked among the Three Pure Ones.

His eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages."

The voice that reached the heavens was calm, as if stating common sense:

"I'd like to see if the Four Saints can break through this barrier!"

The four characters fell.

Like ancient ice falling into a boiling sea.

The Primordial One remained silent.

Lao Tzu remained silent.

Jieyin and Zhunti remained silent.

Yes.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages.

This is an irrefutable iron law that has existed since the beginning of time.

In the early days of the Dragon-Han Calamity, Demon Ancestor Rahu used this formation to trap and kill countless innate gods and demons. If it weren't for the intervention of Dao Ancestor and Yin-Yang Ancestor, no one could have broken it.

But now?

Although they had gathered the four saints, there was more than just Tongtian on the battlefield.

And Xuan Du, who just annihilated Nuwa, is also watching!