Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 346 All Saints Gather at Tongguan, the Great Battle Begins!

Without notifying anyone—neither Shouyang Mountain nor the Eight Views Palace—the Sage of Taiqing quietly withdrew from Shouyang Mountain, concealing all his aura within his body.

For a sage, once he has made up his mind to do something, he will not hesitate any longer.

For the sake of stability in the primordial world, we had no choice but to humble ourselves before Tongtian.

Tongguan, a vital strategic location of the Shang Dynasty and the last pass between Xiqi and the Shang Dynasty, was known as the First Pass Under Heaven.

"This malevolent aura is incredibly strong!"

Yu Hua was speechless!

As a fourth-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, Yu Hua studied under the Qi Immortal Yu Yuan, and naturally had extensive knowledge and experience.

From the top of Tongguan City, one can clearly see the thick, menacing aura surrounding Tongguan!

Black with a hint of red, exuding supreme killing power, even from this distance, it made Yu Hua's hair stand on end!

Is this the calamity of heaven and earth?

That's terrifying!

He just gave up resisting. If he had resisted to the end, with the power of the Heavenly Calamity, he would probably have suffered mental and physical damage and his Dao Fruit would have been damaged immediately.

Just then, the space above Tongguan trembled violently, then quickly returned to its original state, and a figure appeared in mid-air.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe; who else could he be but Tongtian?

"Such a heavy aura of calamity!"

Tongtian looked somewhat surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

As soon as he had a thought, four phantom images of divine swords appeared behind him!

An unparalleled killing aura surged into the sky, shattering the vast calamity energy into dust.

Tongguan, which had been shrouded in the aura of calamity, suddenly became clear and bright.

As the calamity dissipated, in an instant, countless Great Luo Immortals and even Quasi-Saints projected their primordial spirits onto Tongguan from the vast primordial land.

Three months later, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was set up above Tongguan Pass.

This news had already spread throughout the primordial world. If it weren't for the calamity, he would have already come to Tongguan in his true form.

But now, the supreme killing aura of the Four Swords of Zhuxian has dispelled the calamity at Tongguan, and the world has returned to clarity.

These powerful beings from the primordial eras naturally sent their primordial spirits to Tongguan immediately, ready to observe this great battle!

Saints waging war—this is something that has never happened since the great god Pangu created the world!

After dispelling the ominous aura of Tongguan, Tongtian closed his eyes and waited.

Half an incense stick's time passed, and a soft sound came from the void, and Yuanshi's figure appeared as well.

Dressed in a cloud-patterned Taoist robe, with a dignified expression and an air of otherworldly grace, he coldly stared at Tongtian.

"Yuanshi, you have arrived."

Tongtian stared at Yuanshi without any politeness, his fighting spirit brewing within him.

"After this battle, the Jie Sect's lineage will cease to exist!"

Yuanshi's voice was even colder than Tongtian's, and a thick aura of killing intent spread!

"Ha, you? You think you're worthy!"

Tongtian's cold smile deepened!

"And what about us fellow disciples!"

A pure and pristine golden Buddhist light flashed, and Zhunti and Jieyin instantly appeared on the spot.

The two stepped to Yuanshi's side, their bodies emitting a faint golden glow.

An aura of eternal immortality swept over them, locking onto Tongtian.

The countless powerful beings of the primordial world all lowered their auras to the extreme and silently watched the battle.

For them, simply observing the battles between sages was already an immense opportunity.

"Zhunti, Jieyin, have you come here this time also to destroy my Jie Sect's lineage?"

Tongtian coldly questioned.

Zhunti snorted, "Tongtian, this primordial world is not your Jie Sect's primordial world. This calamity is destined for your Jie Sect, and there is no way to avoid it."

Jieyin's expression was calm, even showing a hint of compassion.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, you should admit defeat as soon as possible. You are no match for him. Once the great battle begins, your victory or defeat will be insignificant compared to the Jie Sect."

The words of the guide came to an abrupt end, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian behind Tongtian had already materialized in an instant.

"Fellow Daoists, enough with the nonsense. If you have the ability, then break my Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

"Snap!"

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground!

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Immortal Extinction Sword, and the Immortal Trapping Sword traverse the east, west, north, and south. On the sword's body, supreme killing sword energy spreads, suddenly outlining from the east, west, north, and south. Endless silver-white sword light flashes, as if it has become a world composed of sword energy.

A terrifying aura of killing intent suddenly surged forth, soaring straight into the sky!

In the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian's face turned deathly pale, and his expression grew even more grave!

"A saint. This is a saint unleashing their full power!"

The gap between a quasi-saint and a true saint is like a chasm.

As long as there are sages in the primordial world, those below the level of sages, no matter how talented or brilliant, are like pearls covered in dust, unable to shine with their own dazzling brilliance.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Haotian's mind!

In the primordial world, it is difficult for those below the sage to rise to prominence. But what would the primordial world be like if the sage left?

On the endless sea of ​​blood, amidst the turbulent waves, a figure suddenly appeared.

The figure, dressed in a blood-red robe, was exceptionally handsome and eerily beautiful.

He stared in the direction of Tongguan, his face solemn, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

"The War of Saints."

Styx licked his lips, waved his hand slightly, and his body instantly vanished on the surface of the Blood Sea.

At Wanshou Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's expression was extremely complex.

Although he knew about this great calamity, Zhen Yuanzi never expected that this great calamity would actually affect a sage!

A great calamity, once it touches upon a sage, cannot be called an ordinary calamity, but an immeasurable calamity!

When the immeasurable calamity begins, even saints are in danger of perishing!

"Hopefully, this great calamity can be brought under control; otherwise, once the carnage begins, all living beings will suffer."

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, turned around and returned to Wuzhuang Temple, where he remained inside.

Besides Styx and Zhen Yuanzi, these top-tier beings of the primordial world, the other cultivators were also paying close attention to Tongguan Pass.

The fact that sages are waging war is something that has never happened in the billions of years of history, and they cannot afford to be indifferent.

Above Tongguan Pass, Yuanshi, Zhunti, and Jieyin all sensed the sharp aura emanating from the Four Swords of Zhuxian and couldn't help but feel a hint of apprehension!

After many years, Tongtian's sword intent has grown even stronger!

But they still have a backup plan they haven't revealed yet!

Suddenly, Yuanshi, Zhunti, and Jieyin slightly turned their bodies to the side, cupped their hands, and said, "Please show yourself, Senior Brother."

"Senior brother?"

This caused a huge uproar in the hearts of countless powerful beings in the prehistoric world. Who else could be called senior brother by the three saints, Yuanshi, Zhunti, and Jieyin?

Could it be that even the Great Sage Taiqing, who embodies the Dao of non-competition and naturalness, will participate in this great calamity?

Standing before the four swords of Zhuxian, Tongtian was taken aback, his pupils contracted slightly, and he followed the gaze of Yuanshi and the other two.

A breeze quickly picked up above Tongguan, and gentle gusts of wind tore through the air.

The white-haired and beardless Saint Taiqing rode a blue ox and slowly emerged from the spatial rift, glancing indifferently at the four saints.

A flicker of surprise crossed Tongtian's usually calm face. "Eldest brother, you've come too!"

What surprised the Tongtian Sect Leader was not the arrival of the Taiqing Saint, but that he was unaware that the Taiqing Saint was coming.

In other words, it is highly likely that the Sage Taiqing's visit this time is not out of friendship but rather an enemy.

(End of this chapter)