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

"BOOM!!!"

A muffled thunderclap rolled across the heavens, as if the heavens were mourning, echoing in every corner of the primordial world.

Immediately afterwards, the sky darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but a pure, chilling crimson that spread from the depths of the sky, instantly enveloping the vast wilderness.

Then, the rain began to fall.

It was neither gentle rain nor sweet dew.

It was a rain of blood.

Crimson and viscous, with a strong fishy smell, each drop was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and when it hit the ground, it would create a deep pit and splash up bloody mud.

"Blood rains down from the sky... a sign of a sage's demise!"

Throughout the primordial world, any cultivator with even a little skill looked up in horror at the crimson sky, their minds reeling.

Since the beginning of time, the phenomenon of a sage's downfall has only occurred twice.

One instance was the conflict between the Dao and the Demon, where the Demon Ancestor Rahu was suppressed and killed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, staining the West with blood.

One instance was at the end of the Lich War, when the ancestral witch Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar of heaven to collapse. The sage Nuwa repaired the sky, but in reality, she also paid a price for her sacred foundation, as blood rain fell from the sky for three days.

And today...

"More than one..."

In the ruins of Shouyang Mountain, the Grand Master Xuandu, who had miraculously survived, sat slumped in the mud, staring at the blood rain falling from the sky, his face as pale as paper.

He could clearly sense that the aura belonging to his master, Laozi, contained within the blood rain had completely dissipated.

There's also Yuqing, Buddhism...

"Master... Senior Uncle... The Two Saints of the West..."

Xuan Du's lips trembled, and tears mingled with blood as they streamed down his face.

He knew that the heavens of the Xuanmen sect had collapsed.

......

The Netherworld Blood Sea, with its turbid waves reaching the heavens.

The Styx Ancestor sat atop the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, his body surrounded by the Avici and Yuantu swords, which hummed and trembled. His blood-red eyes stared intently into the void, as if trying to pierce through the endless rain of blood and see the changes in the outside world.

"The Four Saints...are they all wiped out?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and shock.

Although he had long known that Kong Xuan's strength was terrifying after he attained the Primordial Chaos Realm, the fact that he could casually wipe out the Four Saints was still beyond his comprehension.

The immortality of sages is an ironclad law of Heaven.

Even if the true spirit perishes, as long as the Heavenly Dao remains and the mark of the sage is not dispelled, there is a chance to return after countless years.

But Styx clearly saw the methods Kong Xuan used to annihilate the Four Sages.

"Such ruthless methods...such a chilling murderous intent!"

A flicker of apprehension crossed Styx's eyes, but then an indescribable excitement surged within him.

With the fall of the Four Sages of the Mysterious Sect, the position of the Heavenly Dao Saint is vacant, and the primordial world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or pattern of the primordial world) will inevitably be reshaped.

He lay dormant in the River Styx for countless eons in the Sea of ​​Blood, founded the Asura race, established the Netherworld Cult, and desperately sought sainthood but could not attain it.

Now, the opportunity... may have arrived!

"Pass down the order!"

Styx suddenly rose to his feet, his blood-red robes fluttering in the wind:

"The Blood Sea Seal is lifted. The Asura Clan is ready to mobilize and await my command!"

"This primordial world... it's time for my Netherworld Sect to have a place!"

......

Deep within the cycle of six realms of reincarnation lies the Hall of Peaceful Mind.

The hall was dark except for a single green lamp that burned eternally, illuminating the figure in white in the center of the hall.

Empress Pingxin sat upright on a prayer mat, her face serene, yet her eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky.

A phantom image floated before her, a miniature of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, slowly rotating. With each rotation, countless souls were drawn into it, reincarnating and being reborn.

When the blood rain fell, the Wheel of Reincarnation paused slightly.

Pingxin slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the hall. It was as if he had pierced through the barrier of the underworld and saw the crimson sky, the collapse of the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, the withering of the golden lotus on Mount Sumeru, and the annihilation of the Taiji Diagram on Mount Shouyang.

And then they saw... that figure in black robes step out of Jin'ao Island and head towards Zixiao Palace.

"The Four Sages have fallen... Heaven weeps."

He spoke softly to himself, his voice ethereal yet tinged with a faint trace of sorrow:

"Hongjun, is this the variable you wanted?"

She is the embodiment of the Earth, her body a reincarnation. Though she has no title of saint, she possesses the qualities of one, and is on equal footing with the Heavenly Dao, having the clearest perception of the primordial trends.

The Investiture of the Gods was originally intended to fill the divine positions in the Heavenly Court and cleanse the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).

According to the original trajectory of Heaven's will, most of the disciples of the Jie Sect should be on the list, the Tongtian Sect Leader should be besieged by the Four Sages, the Zhuxian Sword Formation should be broken, and finally he should take the Fallen Saint Pill and be confined to the Zixiao Palace.

The lineage of the Jie Sect was nearly severed, and although the Chan Sect was victorious, it was also greatly weakened. Taking advantage of this, the Western Sect rose to prominence, converting those with affinity and laying the foundation for Buddhism.

This is the destiny ordained by Heaven, a cleansing plan devised by Hongjun after he merged with the Dao, the most suitable for the continuation of the primordial world.

But now...

Kong Xuan appeared out of nowhere, defying fate with his Hunyuan body. He not only protected the Jie Sect, but also wiped out the Four Saints, completely disrupting all plans.

"That's enough."

Calmly withdrawing her gaze, she closed her eyes again:

"Since this is your choice, then let's see... where this primordial world will ultimately lead."

The dim lamplight flickered, and the hall returned to silence.

Only the Wheel of Reincarnation rotates slowly and silently.

......

Jinji Ridge, General's Residence.

Duobao, Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals, and others stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky with solemn expressions.

Blood rained down, turning the entire Golden Rooster Ridge a dark red, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench.

But none of them hid.

Every disciple of the Jie Sect clearly understood what this rain of blood meant.

"The Vice-Sect Leader... he really killed the Four Saints..."

Bixiao muttered to herself, the golden dragon scissors in her hand trembling slightly, whether from fear or excitement, it was hard to tell.

Yunxiao sighed softly:

"From this day forward, there will be no more Four Sages of the Xuanmen Sect in the primordial world, only my Jie Sect... will be the only one to dominate."

Qiongxiao clenched her fist:

"This is a good thing! If they hadn't schemed against us repeatedly, would the Vice Leader have resorted to such ruthless measures? The Chan Sect and the Western Sect deserve to die!"

Zhao Gongming remained silent, only looking up at the sky with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The fall of the Four Sages certainly relieved the crisis facing the Jie Sect.

But what happens next?

How will the Dao Ancestor react?

How will Heaven retaliate?

And what about those chaotic demons and ancient powerful beings lurking in the shadows... will they take the opportunity to cause trouble?

"Brother Duobao."

Zhao Gongming turned his head and looked at the golden-robed Taoist beside him:

"Did the vice-leader leave any instructions before he departed?"

Duobao slowly shook his head:

"He only said... go see the Dao Ancestor."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

See the Dao Ancestor...

This is a complete showdown.

"Pass down the order."

Duobao took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart:

"All disciples are on high alert."

"Until the Vice-Sect Leader returns...no one is allowed to leave without permission, and no one is allowed to enter without permission!"

"yes!"

The disciples responded in unison and returned to their places.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, having gone through countless eons of battle, are no longer the scattered individuals they once were.

Now that the four saints have fallen and the great enemy has been eliminated, this is the time when our momentum is at its peak.

The orders were obeyed without question, and a chilling aura rose to the sky, even forcing the rain of blood to retreat by three points!