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Shouyang Mountain.

Outside the Eight Views Palace, the void shattered, and the purple clouds were completely annihilated.

Shen Ni's dark figure was like a mountain, suspended in the sky.

His blood-gold eyes gazed southward, where the radiance of three giant eyes from the direction of Mount Sumeru caused his scales to tremble slightly.

"The Eye of Heaven, the Eye of Humanity, and the Eye of Earth."

"With all three eyes appearing, Hongjun is risking his life."

Zhen Yuanzi stood beside him, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his face solemn.

"The primordial aura... has vanished."

"The Taotie side has succeeded."

The Styx River nodded, and the crimson robes surged.

"With the death of Yuanshi, the origin of the Heavenly Dao was lost by another ten percent."

"Hongjun can't hold on much longer."

Shen Ni nodded, lowering his eyes to look at the disheveled and withered figure in the Eight Views Palace.

Lao Tzu sat slumped amidst the ruins, a Tai Chi symbol hanging above his head, its black and white lights flickering uncertainly.

That withered face was now filled with despair.

He sensed the aura of Yuanshi's fall.

He sensed the aura of the collapse of the ancestral temple of the Chan Sect.

He also sensed the aura of the immortals of the Jie Sect gathering at Mount Sumeru.

His second brother died.

His teachings are finished.

His path was cut off.

Lao Tzu slowly raised his head, gazing at the blood-red rain in the sky.

Looking at Shen Ni's dark figure, at Zhen Yuanzi's green robe fluttering in the wind, and at Minghe's red robe and surging face.

A slow, bitter smile spread across his face.

"Second brother... may you rest in peace..."

"I'll be right there to keep you company..."

Shen Ni lowered his eyes, his blood-gold pupils devoid of any pity.

"Laozi, when you orchestrated the Investiture of the Gods, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

"When you condoned the Primordial Beginning's corruption of humanity's merits, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

"When you sat idly by and watched Hongjun seize the underground passage for billions of dollars, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

"Now you're talking about accompanying Yuanshi?"

"Are you worthy?"

As the voice faded, a blood-gold light surged from his palm, condensing into a massive pillar of light.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand, and the illusory image of the Earth Book appeared.

A yellow light curtain enveloped the Eight Views Palace, completely sealing off Lao Tzu's escape route.

Styx raised his hand, and Yuan Tu and A Bi swords were unleashed simultaneously.

Two sword lights, like two streaks of blood-red lightning, slashed fiercely towards Laozi.

Lao Tzu gritted his teeth, and the black and white colors of the Tai Chi symbol shone brightly.

The yin and yang energies transformed into a light curtain, protecting the entire body.

But that light barrier was as fragile as paper in the face of the power of the peak of the Nine Heavens of Divine Reversal.

"boom!!!"

The beam of light fell, and the light curtain shattered.

Lao Tzu was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the rubble.

The Tai Chi symbol fell to the dust, its black and white colors completely faded.

The purple light of Dao was completely extinguished.

He struggled to get up.

But the injuries were too severe; his vital essence was exhausted, and his magical power was depleted.

I can't stand up.

Lao Tzu collapsed amidst the ruins, gazing at the blood-red rain falling from the sky.

Looking into Shen Ni's blood-gold eyes, into Zhen Yuanzi's complex face, and into Styx's cold gaze.

A bitter smile spread across his face.

"Well... well, what a formidable sect of interception..."

"What a magnificent Xuandu..."

"My father...accepts it..."

Shen Ni lowered his eyes.

"It's good to accept it."

"Take care."

As soon as the sound faded, it raised its hand.

The blood-gold beam of light condensed once more and slammed down upon Laozi.

"boom!!!"

As the torrent receded, Lao Tzu's physical body was annihilated inch by inch.

The last glimmer of light from the Purple Pure Dao Light was extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind.

That withered figure vanished completely into the world.

The vast, ancient land trembled once more.

Above the sky, the blood rain intensified.

The second Heavenly Saint has fallen.

All spirits weep, heaven and earth mourn.

In Shouyang Mountain, the Bajing Palace completely collapsed.

The fortunes of the People's Education System vanished like a sandcastle, leaving no trace.

Shen Ni retracted his giant claws, his blood-gold eyes gazing south.

"When Yuanshi dies, Laozi dies."

"The origin of the Heavenly Dao has been lost by another 20%."

"Even Hongjun, who is at the peak of the half-step Heavenly Dao, couldn't hold on any longer."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

"Walk."

"Go to Mount Sumeru and assist the Vice Master of Xuandu."

The Styx River nodded, and the crimson robes surged.

Three figures, one in black, one in blue, and one in red, rose into the air.

They sped off towards Mount Sumeru.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The blood rain fell on every corner of the desolate land.

It landed on the ruins of Kunlun, on the ruins of Shouyang, and on the battlefield where the fighting took place before Sishui Pass.

Countless cultivators looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with shock.

Two Heavenly Saints fell one after another.

The collapse of the natural order is a foregone conclusion.

Jin'ao Island. Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds surged, and green jade trembled.

Tongtian sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

Those eyes were slightly closed, yet beneath that closed gaze, sword light surged like a tide.

He sensed it.

The primordial aura vanished, and so did the aura of Lao Tzu.

Two Heavenly Saints have fallen.

The fundamental principles of Heaven have been lost by another 20%.

Above Mount Sumeru, the light from the three giant eyes grew even more intense.

The Eye of Humanity and the Eye of Earth joined forces to suppress the Eye of Heaven. Although Hongjun still possessed the power of a half-step Heavenly Dao peak, he was already powerless to resist.

"When Yuanshi dies, Laozi dies."

Tongtian spoke in a low voice, which drifted through the palace.

"Jieyin and Zhunti have been suppressed, but Nuwa has not yet made a move."

"Hongjun, how much longer can you hold on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up towards the direction of Zixiao Palace, where Nuwa was still there.

"Nuwa".

Tongtian spoke in a low voice, his voice as cold as ancient ice.

"You just wait."

"When Hongjun falls, it will be time for you to pay with your life."

After the sound faded, he closed his eyes.

His body surged with sword intent, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian hung in the palace, their tips pointing straight to the sky.

As soon as Nuwa stepped out of Zixiao Palace, he used the Zhuxian Sword Formation to trap her within it.

This prevented her from taking another single step.

......

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates stood majestically, amidst surging chaotic energy.

Nuwa sat cross-legged deep within the palace, her body surrounded by a chaotic, ever-flowing radiance.

Those clear, beautiful eyes pierced through layers of chaos, through the barriers of the heavens, and fell upon Mount Sumeru.

It fell towards the three giant eyes hanging in the sky.

Grayish-white, crimson gold, chaos.

The Way of Heaven, the Way of Humanity, and the Way of Earth.

Three beams of light shot into the sky, tearing the entire primordial sky into three pieces.

Every collision is devastating.

Each aftershock sent tremors through her soul.

Nuwa's face was deathly pale.

She sensed it.

The primordial aura has vanished.

The spirit of Lao Tzu has vanished.

Two Heavenly Saints fell one after another.

The fundamental principles of Heaven have been lost by another 20%.

The Heavenly Eye, hanging high in the sky, flickered with uncertain light, its brightness now more than three-tenths dimmer than before.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, stood in the sky above Mount Sumeru, his gray Daoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Although his aura at the peak of the half-step Heavenly Dao was still as vast as the sea, there was a trace of weariness within that vastness that even he could not completely conceal.

Nuwa slowly clenched her fists.

The auras of Jieyin and Zhunti were extremely faint.

The four Grandmasters of Chaos, Qiongqi, Taotie, and Chaos Silver Python have completely suppressed the two.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of Hongjun Daozu, the two saints of the Western Sect would have been annihilated long ago.

But now, Taotie and Shenni are heading towards Mount Sumeru.

The nine sages of humanity, Zhen Yuanzi, and Styx set off together.

Xuan Du's backup plans are converging on the gray figure from all directions.

If Jieyin and Zhunti also perish, the origin of the Heavenly Dao will be lost by another 20%.

At that time, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who was at the peak of the half-step Heavenly Dao, would not be able to hold on.

And Nuwa was the last piece of fish on the chopping board.

"We can't wait any longer."

Nuwa spoke in a low voice, her voice as cold as ancient ice.

She rose and stood with her hands behind her back in the chaos.

Her pale yellow dress hung down, and her delicate face was now filled with determination.

"Xuandu's trump card lies entirely in Mount Sumeru."

"The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect are at Sishui Pass."

"Taotie and Shenni are on their way."

"His entire fighting force has been exposed."

"At this moment, no one can stop me."

"If we can help Jieyin and Zhunti escape their predicament, we can buy time for the Dao Ancestor."

"Once the origin of Heaven's Way is restored, there may still be a chance to turn the tide."

Nuwa took a deep breath and took a step forward.

The pale yellow figure arrived outside the Purple Cloud Palace in an instant.

The night wind howled fiercely, and blood-red rain poured down from the sky.

The blood rain from the fall of the two Heavenly Saints has not yet stopped.

The blood rain fell on the pale yellow figure, soaking his clothes.

Nuwa raised her eyes and looked south.

From the direction of Mount Sumeru, the light from three giant eyes shot into the sky, but the brilliance of the Heavenly Eye was not as great as before.

She sensed that the auras of Jieyin and Zhunti were rapidly weakening.

Can't wait any longer.

Nuwa gritted her teeth and prepared to rush towards Mount Sumeru.

Just now.

"Buzz".

An extremely sharp sword light crashed down from the sky.

The sword light was incomparably sharp, instantly illuminating the entire sky, the night filled with torrential blood rain, and Nuwa's face, which turned deathly pale in an instant.

Where the sword light fell, four giant swords hung in the four directions of the sky.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword, the ...Trapping Sword, and the Immortal-Severing Sword.

The four swords were drawn simultaneously, their killing intent surging like a tidal wave.

The sword tip points directly to the center, and innate Dao patterns flow endlessly on the sword's body.

The array diagram was suspended beneath the four swords, its color a chaotic mix, with the four sword lights intertwined to form a net.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

It cannot be broken without the Four Sages.

Within the formation, Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering, his sword intent surging.

Those eyes flashed with sword light as they coldly stared at Nuwa.