Primordial Era: I, Yuan Hong, am solely focused on stability; humanity remains clear-headed

Chapter 201 The Power of the Ancestral Witch of Space! Quasi-Saints Fall, Blood Rain Falls from the Sky!

Fei Lian's primordial spirit will inevitably be completely shattered, meaning his soul will be scattered.

Of course, during this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, Fei Lian's true spirit may not be absorbed by the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but will be directly added to the Investiture of the Gods.

However, Yuan Hong was still somewhat unhappy because there were still some hidden dangers.

What if Fei Lian happens to run into some other cultivators after he escapes?

Although this boundless depths of the starry sky are theoretically uninhabited, it's inevitable that some people will come here to explore!

If he were to survive by sheer luck, even if only briefly, Yuan Hong's treasure might be exposed.

The Black Lotus of Annihilation is a minor issue; the two supreme treasures are far too conspicuous, especially the God-Slaying Spear, which is suspected by all the saints and even the Heavenly Dao Hongjun.

Once the news gets out, Yuan Hong might as well just flee back to the underworld and never be able to survive in the Primordial World again. Whether he can even escape safely is still unknown.

This possibility is small, but it's not impossible.

"The vitality and methods of a quasi-saint are truly extraordinary; this is troublesome."

Yuan Hong felt his body and spirit were empty. He gritted his teeth and felt helpless. He was now completely depleted. His magical power, which was like an endless ocean, had disappeared and was now only a thin layer.

In this state, even with his recovery speed, he cannot recover quickly in a short time. Even circulating the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong and the Nine Breaths Qi Absorption Technique is useless, and the Chaos Divine Water can only provide slight relief.

Within his primordial spirit, there was a constant, unprecedented sense of weakness; though powerful, it was in constant turmoil.

In this situation, while they may not be completely defenseless, they can only use limited means to protect themselves; launching an attack is out of the question.

"Ah!! I will tear you to pieces sooner or later!!"

Feilian's roar resounded through the heavens and shook the universe; it was clearly the roar of his primordial spirit.

Its cracked primordial spirit emitted an extremely faint glow, and it could hardly hold on for much longer.

Fei Lian's face was filled with pain and ferocity.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Waking up to find that you've lost your physical body—who can understand the pain of that?

Moreover, its primordial spirit was also severely damaged, almost completely torn apart.

The key is……

Don't forget, its previous injuries haven't healed yet.

Previously, it had only been suppressed, but now, with only this broken primordial spirit, it seems somewhat difficult to suppress it anymore...

Fei Lian's face, filled with shock, anger, and pain, contained a hint of fear, as if a great calamity was about to befall him.

After letting out a furious roar, it tried to unleash its magical power and manipulate the laws of wind before fleeing.

Regardless of whether it can survive in its spirit form, whether it can find a physical body, or how long it can live, it dares not stay here any longer.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. I'll live as many days as I can!

Even with just its primordial spirit, it can unleash all sorts of supernatural powers and escape techniques. This is the powerful vitality and methods of a quasi-saint, which are extraordinary.

however.

Just then, a faint but extremely high-level and pure power emanated from within Fei Lian's primordial spirit, revealing itself through cracks and radiating light.

His entire primordial spirit was like a powder keg about to explode.

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

With a bitter smile on his face, Fei Lian muttered to himself as his primordial spirit began to rapidly disintegrate!

"Huh? What's going on?"

Upon seeing this, Yuan Hong, who had thought Fei Lian might escape, was stunned.

He was certain that although the power of the treasure had shattered Fei Lian's physical body and severely injured his primordial spirit, it had indeed stripped away much of its power, preventing it from shattering and annihilating Fei Lian's primordial spirit.

Now, Fei Lian's primordial spirit doesn't seem to be about to collapse immediately; rather, it's more like it's being forcibly torn apart by some strange force, but it's not the power of a supreme treasure...

As he pondered, Yuan Hong sensed a slightly familiar aura emanating from within Fei Lian's primordial spirit.

To be precise, it was the aura leaked from the severe injuries Fei Lian had once carried.

"Buzz..."

A series of powerful and imposing spatial forces suddenly erupted from Fei Lian's primordial spirit, transforming into extremely sharp spatial blades. Like fragments of space, they dismembered Fei Lian's primordial spirit piece by piece, shattering it into numerous fragments!

boom!

The pure spatial power, carrying the laws of space and the aura of the Ancestral Witch, erupted, shattering Fei Lian and forming a smaller but equally dazzling firework in place.

Indeed, Yuan Hong, who had refined Pangu's blood essence, could clearly sense that it was the authentic aura of Pangu, the power left behind by the Ancestral Witches.

"Emperor Jiang!"

Yuan Hong immediately realized that this was probably the strongest leader of the Wu Clan, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijiang Ancestral Witch!

As the Ancestral Witch of Space, Dijiang possesses terrifying strength at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, far surpassing Feilian Demon Saint. He is a ruthless individual capable of fighting on equal terms with the Demon Emperor Jun.

During the previous chaotic battle, Dijiang may have casually attacked Feilian, causing severe damage to Qi Qi's primordial spirit.

Even though he survived the great battle, he spent countless years recuperating and sleeping before he could completely suppress his injuries and prevent them from significantly affecting his strength. However, they did have some impact, and there was still a risk of them flaring up again.

After all, the purity of the Ancestral Witch's power cannot be erased even after countless ages. Only a special or equally powerful force can do so. Fei Lian's level of cultivation is simply powerless to do so.

If Fei Lian doesn't get hurt, the potential harm from this injury is not a big deal, and we can slowly figure out a solution.

Unfortunately, his physical body had been shattered by Yuan Hong, and his primordial spirit had also been severely injured. How could he possibly suppress his injuries?

Instantly, the power of the Ancestral Witch left on his primordial spirit injury erupted, transforming into a spatial blade that burst forth from within, disintegrating and severing Fei Lian's primordial spirit!

This time, the Flying Demon Saint truly perished, his soul completely scattered!

"Waaaaah~~~"

Suddenly, a faint sobbing sound echoed through the heavens and earth, as if the heavens and earth were mourning.

In the surrounding area, the heavens and earth seemed to sense this and automatically rained down blood, highlighting the sorrowful atmosphere.

Throughout the entire primordial world, the laws of wind began to vibrate violently everywhere, causing countless powerful beings to look up at the sky in shock.

This situation, as if the Lord of Laws had fallen, was clearly foreshadowing something.

"A quasi-saint has fallen?!"

Soon, the news spread rapidly and became known to more and more great cultivators.

There's no other reason than that this strange phenomenon is actually known to all those with great supernatural powers; it's the sign of a quasi-saint's fall!

When a Quasi-Saint's mastery of the power of laws reaches more than 50%, it is indeed a qualitative change.

(End of this chapter)