Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Seeing that the Tongtian Sect Leader was standing there in a daze, Kong Xuan did not disturb him.

He understood the complex emotions of the Tongtian Sect Leader at that moment.

After all, the one who perished was the senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect who had been with them for hundreds of millions of years, and the head of the Three Pure Ones who had listened to the Dao together at Zixiao Palace.

But Kong Xuan remained unmoved.

Life and death? Cause and effect? ​​A thousand kalpas?

From the moment he decided to embark on the path of Hunyuan, these were no longer constraints.

"Master."

Kong Xuan's voice was calm.

"You should go back to Biyou Palace to heal your wounds first. I still have some things to do."

Tongtian snapped out of his daze, looked at Kong Xuan, and his gaze was deep:

"You're going to kill Zhunti and Yuanshi?"

"good."

Kong Xuan spoke indifferently, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"They have plotted against me time and again. If it weren't for the protection of Heaven, I would have perished long ago."

"Now that we have taken action, we should nip it in the bud."

"Since Heaven can revive them anyway, it's a pity not to kill them..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and disappeared into the void.

Tongtian gazed in the direction he had left, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly withdrew the sword formation, and the four swords of Zhuxian transformed into streams of light and disappeared into his sleeve.

"Never mind..."

Tongtian sighed softly, turned around, and rode a cloud toward Biyou Palace.

But that silhouette seemed rather desolate.

......

Mount Sumeru.

In the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the chanting of sacred sounds fills the air.

Since the passing of the Holy One and the shattering of the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit, the entire Mount Sumeru has been shrouded in a gloomy and sorrowful atmosphere.

The remaining Western Christian disciples were filled with anxiety and their faces were filled with sorrow, as if the sky had fallen.

The water at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is murky, the golden lotuses are withered, and all the auspicious signs of the past are gone.

The Sage Zhunti sat cross-legged by the pool, the chains of cause and effect around him rattling, his aura weak.

He was confined to Mount Sumeru by the Daoist Ancestor and was not allowed to go out, which made him feel stifled.

Now, sensing the fall of his senior brother, Jieyin, he was even more agitated and almost went into a demonic state.

"Kong Xuan...Kong Xuan!!!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, filled with boundless hatred.

He hated Kong Xuan for severing his magic weapon, hated Kong Xuan for inciting the karma between the Dragon and Han, and hated Kong Xuan even more for... killing his senior brother!

He hated it as much as he hated it, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

The Dao Ancestor's order to stay at his residence is as firm as a mountain; if he dares to step out of Mount Sumeru even half a step, his holy position will be in jeopardy!

"Once I am freed... I will surely extract your soul and refine it, imprisoning you forever in the Nine Netherworlds!"

Zhunti roared in a low, hoarse voice, and the chains of cause and effect trembled violently with his emotions, rattling loudly.

however.

Just now.

Above Mount Sumeru, the void suddenly twisted!

An overwhelming pressure from the Great Dao descended with a deafening roar!

"Um?!"

Zhunti suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Above the sky, a figure in a black robe stepped out from the void.

His black hair was loose, his eyes were calm, and chaotic energy circulated around him, with the illusory image of the Five Elements Great Dao River appearing and disappearing.

It was Kong Xuan!

"Kong Xuan! You dare come to Mount Sumeru?!"

Zhunti gasped in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Dao Ancestor just issued a decree yesterday that sages are not allowed to interfere in the Great Tribulation. As a Primordial Great Luo Immortal, Kong Xuan should abide by it even more!

But he actually dared to directly attack Mount Sumeru?

Isn't he afraid of being punished by the Dao Ancestor?

Why wouldn't I dare?

Kong Xuan stood in the void, looking down at Mount Sumeru below, his voice indifferent:

"Zhunti, you have repeatedly schemed against me; the cause and effect have already been laid."

"Today, it should be settled."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently touched Mount Sumeru below.

hum!

Chaotic divine light flowed from his fingertips, transforming into a tiny glimmer that drifted down.

The light spot was initially no bigger than a grain of rice, but it expanded rapidly as it fell!

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a chaotic pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, slamming heavily onto the protective array of Mount Sumeru!

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar erupted!

Mount Sumeru trembled violently, and the earth shook!

The mountain-protecting array, painstakingly constructed by the two saints Jieyin and Zhunti, embodying the entire fortune of the Western Sect, was rendered useless before the pillar of chaotic light...

It's as fragile as paper!

"Snap!!!"

The array of light shattered inch by inch, and cracks spread like a spider web, instantly covering the entire array!

In the blink of an eye.

"Bang!!!"

The mountain-protecting formation has been completely shattered!

The boundless Buddha light dissipated, the chanting of Brahma was mournful, the base of the array collapsed, and the array's core was annihilated!

Mount Sumeru was exposed before Kong Xuan!

"No...impossible!"

Zhunti was horrified and speechless, his whole body trembling violently.

This protective mountain formation was set up jointly by him and his senior brother, and it also incorporated the merits of the Western Sect's founding, making its power comparable to the defense of a saint.

Even if all four saints arrived together, it would still take considerable effort to break through.

But Kong Xuan... only one finger!

The great formation was broken with a single finger?

"This formation is nothing special."

Kong Xuan withdrew his finger, his gaze calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He took a step and arrived at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

His gaze swept over the withered golden lotus, over the murky pond water, and finally landed on Zhunti.

"Zhunti, it's time to set off."

Kong Xuan's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Kong Xuan! How dare you!"

Zhunti roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with madness:

"The Dao Ancestor decrees that even sages are forbidden from interfering in the Great Tribulation! You've already killed my senior brother, yet you dare to attack me?!"

"If the Dao Ancestor knew, he would not tolerate you!"

He invoked the Taoist patriarch in an attempt to survive.

however.

Kong Xuan smiled upon hearing this.

His smile was cold, carrying undisguised sarcasm:

"The Dao Ancestor?"

"If he truly wanted to stop me, he should have shown himself when he was about to fall."

"But has he come?"

Zhunti's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind went blank.

yes......

How could the Dao Ancestor not know that his senior brother had perished?

If the Dao Ancestor truly wanted to stop it, he should have shown himself long ago.

But he...didn't.

What does this mean?

Either the Dao Ancestor tacitly approves, or... even the Dao Ancestor is wary of Kong Xuan!

These two thoughts pierced Zhunti's mind like ice picks, chilling him to the bone.

"No...it's impossible..."

Zhunti muttered to himself, despair evident in his eyes.

He suddenly understood.

From the moment Kong Xuan attained enlightenment and realized the Primordial Chaos, everything... was out of control.

A Heavenly Sage? The Senior Brother of the Xuanmen Sect? The Leader of the Western Sect?

Before absolute power, they are nothing but... clay chickens and earthenware dogs!

"Do you understand now?"

Kong Xuan slowly raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide:

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, chaotic divine light surged from his palm.

This time, the divine light did not transform into a torrent, but instead condensed into a chaotic sword beam as thin as a hair.

The sword's edge was silent, yet it contained a terrifying killing intent that could make even a saint's soul tremble!

"No... I don't want to die!!!"

Zhunti finally collapsed, frantically burning his holy power in an attempt to break free of the chains of cause and effect and escape from this place.

But the Dao Ancestor's order to confine him was as firm as a mountain, and the chains of cause and effect rattled, locking him firmly in place, unable to move!

He could only watch helplessly as the chaotic sword light slowly drifted towards him.

"Master, save me! Teacher, save me!!!"

Zhunti wailed and cried, tears streaming down his face.

However, the void was silent, and no one responded.

The chaotic sword light drifted to three inches in front of his brow and paused slightly.

then.

Gently insert.

"laugh."

A soft sound.

Zhunti's body stiffened, and his pupils dilated.

A point of chaotic colored light appeared between his brows and spread rapidly.

Wherever it passed, the holy body crumbled inch by inch, turning into ashes.

Primordial Spirit, True Spirit, Holy Foundation, Dao Fruit...

All traces of its existence were completely erased by the Great Dao Origin within the Chaos Sword Light!

In the place, only the clanging chains of cause and effect remained, and... a wisp of Buddhist aura that had not yet dissipated.

The Western religion's Sage Zhunti...

Fallen!

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool was deathly silent.

The remaining Western Christian disciples stared blankly at this scene, as if struck by lightning.

Master... is dead too?

Are both of the Western saints dead?

"thump!"

One of the disciples collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

"It's over... Western religion... it's over..."

The sound of weeping arose and quickly spread.

On Mount Sumeru, there was only mourning.

Kong Xuan didn't even glance at these disciples.

Below the sage, all are but ants.

Kong Xuan merely released his oppressive aura, and all these Western Sect disciples perished, their true spirits enshrined on the Investiture of the Gods.

After all, the disciples of the Chan Sect alone could not fill the Investiture of the Gods list, and with the addition of these Western Sect disciples and independent cultivators, it would be about enough.

Then he turned around, took a step, and disappeared into Mount Sumeru.

When it reappeared, it was already outside the Kunlun Mountains.

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