After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Chapter 242 The Mystery of the Calamity Star, Zhunti's Thought of Salvation

Above an unnamed village in the eastern part of the prehistoric world.

The purplish-black divine lightning continued to pour down like a waterfall, turning the mountain forest into a hellish inferno devoid of life.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable suppressed the demonic energy within his body, using his damaged physical form to resist the might of Heaven, feeling extremely frustrated.

High above the clouds in the far distance, the two Western religious leaders, Zhunti and Jieyin, did not approach, but merely watched coldly from the sidelines.

"Such world-destroying divine might is no accident. Even if the reincarnation of Taiqing faces calamities, it shouldn't be this violent. There must be something strange about this place."

The Daoist Zhunti frowned slightly, his eyes shimmering with brilliant Bodhi Buddha light. The sage's Dharma eye pierced through layers of illusion, tracing the source of the causal calamity that permeated heaven and earth.

The gaze travels beyond mountains and across tens of thousands of miles of empty space.

Finally, Zhunti's gaze fell upon an extremely secluded, desolate mountain.

There, a gaunt, wretched figure lay sprawled in the mud. The black panther beneath him was already limp as a rag doll.

"It's him?"

The moment Zhunti saw the Taoist's face clearly, his face twitched violently, and a surge of karmic fire erupted in his heart.

Shen Gongbao!

He would recognize this spy from the Jie Sect even if he were reduced to ashes!

It was this very man who, with his silver tongue, tricked him into going to Jiepai Pass, where he was one of the three direct disciples of the Western Sect, including Shakyamuni Buddha.

A death trap!

"You wretched creature! How dare you show your face here!"

Zhunti revealed his murderous intent and was about to raise his hand to unleash the Buddha's seal, directly smashing the culprit who had destroyed his foundation in the West into a pulp.

However, just as he was about to make his move, the sage's discerning eye saw through Shen Gongbao's true nature.

"Senior brother, look at his body!" Zhunti's voice changed slightly as he hurriedly transmitted his voice to Jieyin.

The Guide Daoist also turned his Dharma Eyes to look over. Upon seeing this, extreme shock appeared on his usually compassionate face.

In the eyes of the sage, Shen Gongbao, who was lying in the mud, had a ball of black calamity energy that was so dense that it was almost tangible above his head!

This calamity energy is not only not rejected by the Heavenly Dao, but is also closely related to the origin of this Investiture of the Gods calamity, involving the cause and effect of death and calamity for billions of living beings in the Three Realms of the Primordial World.

With each breath he took and each movement of his eyes, the celestial order around him would become disordered.

"This is... the aura of immeasurable calamity?"

The two sages exchanged a glance and instantly realized the truth.

No wonder the reincarnation of Taiqing Laozi suddenly suffered such a devastating calamity, no wonder the Heavenly Dao regarded Yuanshi Tianzun as a demon and held him firmly in its grip. The source of all this was not the will of Heaven, but rather this calamity that brought it upon itself!

Jiang Ziya, holding the Investiture of the Gods, is the chosen one destined by Heaven to rule the great calamity and maintain order.

Shen Gongbao is clearly another side born from the Heavenly Dao, a supreme calamity star representing chaos, destruction, and disaster!

This is practically a walking causal weapon; anyone who gets involved with it will suffer terrible misfortune, and even the lineage of sages cannot escape it!

After the initial shock and lingering fear, the murderous intent in Zhunti Daoist's eyes quickly faded. In its place was an barely suppressed greed!

"Senior brother!"

Zhunti suppressed his excitement and secretly transmitted his voice to Jieyin.

"Although this child is a jinx, if used improperly, he will only bring disaster; if used properly, he will be the supreme weapon for our Western Sect to dominate the primordial world!"

The guide paused slightly in the movement of his prayer beads, his mind connecting with the question: "What do you mean by that, junior brother?"

"Senior brother, consider this!" Zhunti's gaze was intense as he analyzed the mystery.

"This child is cursed by the heavens, and is plagued by calamity. If he were in the Jie Sect, he would naturally bring disaster to the Xuanmen."

"But if we can forcibly convert him, bring him back to the Pure Land, wash away his memories of the Jie Sect with the water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and completely refine him into a loyal follower of our Western Sect!"

Zhunti's smile grew increasingly maniacal and ruthless: "In the future, in this primordial world, whoever we dislike, we will send him to have a word with."

"His terrifying aura of karmic calamity alone can bring misfortune upon anyone! If anyone dares to lay a hand on him, we will openly and fairly..."

"If we don't act, we can let things take their course."

After hearing Zhunti's analysis, the Guide Daoist's eyes lit up; he was equally intrigued.

Western religions, with their shallow foundations, have never been fond of direct confrontation. If they could control such causal weapons and secretly ignite conflict everywhere, the rise of the West would be imminent.

"Junior brother is absolutely right." Jieyin's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, and he nodded decisively.

"This kid must be captured!"

Having made up his mind, Daoist Zhunti had no further hesitation.

"Amitabha!"

A vast and profound Buddhist chant suddenly resounded across the eastern sky of the primordial wilderness without warning.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns, carrying an irresistible aura of a saint, pierced through tens of thousands of miles of void.

Before he finished speaking, Daoist Zhunti had already reached out his right hand and reached out across tens of thousands of miles of void.

boom!

Golden light gathered from all directions, forming a golden Buddha's hand that blotted out the sky directly above Shen Gongbao.

Within the palm of the Buddha's hand, the five-character Buddha mudra circulated rapidly, carrying the saintly power to suppress everything.

"A saint? Why would a saint from the Western religion be targeting me?"

Shen Gongbao was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder nearly burst, and his soul almost flew out of his body.

He let out a strange cry, scrambled up from the muddy water on all fours, and tried to use his earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic) technique to escape.

However, under the absolute pressure of the Heavenly Dao Saint, the void within a radius of a hundred miles had already been welded into a solid iron plate.

The surrounding space was as viscous as mercury. He, a mere Golden Immortal, was like a flying insect trapped in amber, unable to even move a little finger.

despair.

Utter despair overwhelmed Shen Gongbao. He stared at the giant golden hand that seemed to collapse like the heavens, his face ashen, his eyes filled with terror.

Once captured by this giant hand and taken to the West for brainwashing and conversion, Shen Gongbao would become a complete walking corpse, a fate worse than being listed on the Investiture of the Gods!

The golden Buddha's hand tore through the gale, and the resulting shockwave made the surrounding mountains appear three feet shorter.

The distance between them and Shen Gongbao's skull was less than ten zhang.

Life and death are separated by the blink of an eye.

Just as Zhunti's face lit up with joy, thinking that this unparalleled calamity was about to fall into his grasp,

"Chunti."

A calm, cold voice, yet exuding absolute dominance and murderous intent, descended from the heavens without warning, shaking the entire universe.

"Your hands, always reaching out everywhere, haven't changed. It's time to chop them off!"

The voice just fell.

Snap!

The void above Shen Gongbao's head was like a fragile glass mirror, forcibly torn apart from the very center by an extremely tyrannical and domineering force!

There was no earth-shattering magical fluctuation, no dazzling five-colored divine light.

A grayish-brown beam of light, like the axe that split the heavens, cleaved fiercely from the void rift.

This axe light appeared simple and unadorned, ancient to the extreme, as if it could split the entire primordial world in two.

The axe light resembled a gray Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky.

Without any fancy moves, it swept towards the sky-covering golden Buddha hand with overwhelming force and terrifying killing intent that seemed to tear the heavens apart!