Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

When a sage is angry, the heavens and earth change color.

Chen Qing, however, didn't care at all. Instead, he curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Oh, Saint Zhunti, you've repaired your golden body? You truly are a saint. Whether it's the thickness of your... body or your regenerative ability, you are truly admirable."

Upon hearing this, everyone who had witnessed that great battle back then couldn't help but chuckle to themselves, each adopting an expression of anticipation for a good show.

"presumptuous!"

Zhunti was originally wary of the Three Pure Ones, but when his old wounds were exposed in public, his rationality was instantly overwhelmed by anger.

He brandished the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, unleashing a dazzling array of seven-colored light, which swept fiercely towards Chen Qing. Wherever the light passed, the primordial void shattered inch by inch, and black cracks spread like a spider web.

Chen Qing's expression hardened, and he dared not be negligent. With a slight thought, the Qiankun Cauldron rose from the top of his head, casting down strands of light of creation that firmly enveloped him. Immediately afterward, the apricot-yellow flag flew out, with ten thousand golden flowers swirling around him. He held the purple lightning hammer in his right hand, crackling with lightning; two divine lamps hung on either side, one purple and one gold, their light flickering uncertainly.

The power of the world poured into his body, and a magnificent aura suddenly erupted, soaring straight into the sky.

The powerful onlookers were all drooling over Chen Qing's luxurious attire, their eyes practically overflowing with envy.

The Seven Treasures Tree came crashing down with earth-shattering force, but Chen Qing smiled disdainfully and met it head-on with his Purple Lightning Hammer, accompanied by a sky full of divine lightning.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, Chen Qing was sent flying backward, his protective golden lotus shattered, but thanks to multiple defenses, Zhunti's attack did not harm him in the slightest.

Chen Qing steadied himself, shook his numb arms, and instead of retreating, he let out a clear shout and charged towards Zhunti.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. In the hearts of the people of the prehistoric world, the sage was a supreme and unshakeable being, and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had long since engraved this impression into everyone's bones.

But now, Chen Qing is actually fighting on equal terms with the saint who wreaked havoc on the Lich War battlefield. Although everyone can see that he is no match for Zhunti, this ability is already amazing enough.

The Lich and Demon races, who were originally the main protagonists of the day, were instead left out in the cold. Di Jun and Di Jiang looked at each other, wondering: Should they still fight?

Di Jun's eyes flashed as he glanced at Zhunti, who was locked in combat with Chen Qing. A murderous glint appeared in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Di Jiang, let's fight another day. This scoundrel Zhunti schemed against my demon race and killed my son. If I don't avenge this, I, Di Jun, will be unworthy of being the Heavenly Emperor!"

Before Dijiang could respond, Dijun waved his hand, and the demon army changed direction, shrouded in rolling black clouds, and pressed westward.

The onlookers were taken aback at first, then realized that Di Jun was going to cause trouble for the West. "Sages are immortal and indestructible, I can't do anything to you, but surely I can destroy your Western empire?"

For a moment, the gazes of the crowd toward Zhunti became even more gloating.

Zhunti naturally noticed it too, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment. With Jieyin in the west to oversee things, nothing serious was going to happen for the time being. What really gave him a headache was this troublesome kid in front of him, as difficult as a tortoise shell.

Chen Qing became more and more adept at fighting. With the power of the world supporting him, he wielded the Purple Lightning Hammer with great force, and the two divine lamps also emitted flames simultaneously.

Relying on several treasures for protection, he almost abandoned defense and focused solely on swinging his hammer at Zhunti. Although he was still at a disadvantage, he was able to barely hold his own, and he still had a trump card in his hand. Even if Zhunti decided to kill him and mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao, he would have a way to counter it.

On the other side, Dijiang, observing the movements of the demon race, declared loudly, "Those feathered beasts are right. Our Wu race is the true overlord of the primordial world; we can wage war whenever we want. Since we've been outmaneuvered, wouldn't it be pathetic not to seek revenge?"

"Haha, well said! I've had my eye on that bald monk for a long time. I'll burn Mount Sumeru to the ground later!" Zhu Rong was the first to jump out, his face full of excitement.

The ancestral witches cheered and rubbed their hands together, eager to fight. At Dijiang's command, the ordinary witches returned to their tribes, while the twelve ancestral witches revealed their true forms, each displaying their supernatural powers, and sped off towards the western sacred mountain.

Now, the onlookers' gazes became even more ambiguous. With the Western Demon Clan having the Sage of Guidance overseeing things, they might not necessarily gain an advantage. But with the addition of the twelve malevolent stars of the Witch Clan, the West was likely to suffer a great calamity.

Zhunti was truly panicked this time. If these two races were to cause a major disturbance in the West, when would he ever be able to fulfill his grand ambition? It seemed like it would be a long, uncertain future!

He feinted an attack, dodging Chen Qing's assault, and forced a smile, suppressing his anger: "Nephew Chen Qing, shall we end our sparring here? I have important matters to attend to in the West, so I must take my leave."

He thought that since he was a saint and had taken the initiative to back down, Chen Qing should at least give him face.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated again.

Chen Qing sneered, "You think you can just fight whenever you want and leave whenever you want? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"Don't run! Take another hit from my hammer!"

With a loud shout, the Purple Lightning Hammer surged with lightning and smashed down on Zhunti once again.

Zhunti hastily parried the attack, only to be forced back several steps, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Boy, don't push your luck!"

Chen Qing smiled and put away his hammer, saying unhurriedly, "What are you saying, Sage? You are a Sage, and I am but a mere Great Luo Immortal. How dare I bully you? It's just that we didn't get enough of a good fight just now. Let's fight for a few more days. When the time comes, if the Sage wants to leave, Chen Qing will not stop him."

Zhunti was trembling with rage. A few more days of fighting? By the time it's over, the West might not even be left with a trace!

Zhunti was completely enraged. He no longer cared about the Three Pure Ones and only wanted to tear this arrogant brat in front of him to pieces.

He directly invoked the power of the Heavenly Dao, causing his aura to surge, and a supreme aura of the Heavenly Dao enveloped his entire body.

Chen Qing's expression turned solemn, knowing that the other party was serious, and he no longer held back: "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, activate!"

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, one of the great formations that guarded the sect of the Intercepting Sect, shone brightly during the Investiture of the Gods period. After the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was broken, the Tongtian Sect Leader relied on this formation in a desperate gamble, demonstrating that its power was no less than that of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

This formation gathers the power of ten thousand immortals, condensing it into one's own body through profound array techniques, unleashing power far exceeding one's current realm. Back then, the Jie Sect had already suffered heavy losses, with only a few members remaining. Yet, the Tongtian Sect Leader was still able to rely on this formation to gather the power of ten thousand immortals and resist the Four Sages, demonstrating its formidable strength.

This formation was tailor-made for Chen Qing. His body contains 840 million microscopic avatars, each possessing the power of a world, their true combat strength far exceeding that of an ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortal. With the Myriad Immortals Formation, how terrifying would the power of these avatars be if they were combined into one body?

Chen Qing's body surged with energy, and countless world powers surged forth like a tide. Then, in an extremely mysterious way, they transformed into various primordial powers such as the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, and Chaos, continuously merging into his body.

Chen Qing's aura began to surge wildly, climbing all the way up until it became even stronger than Zhunti, who had drawn upon the power of the Heavenly Dao, before finally stopping.

At this moment, Chen Qing felt that his strength had reached an unprecedented level. Even more miraculously, he clearly sensed the invisible shackles in the primordial world, which was the bottleneck of proving the Dao through force. Breaking through it would allow him to become a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Unfortunately, even with the immense power gathered by the Myriad Immortals Formation, he only touched the edge of that shackle. He was still just a hair's breadth away from truly breaking it. And that hair's breadth was a world of difference.