Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Chen Qing could feel the vastness of that power—not a quantitative accumulation, but a qualitative transformation. When the power of 840 million worlds converged into one person through the Myriad Immortals Array, what was produced was not just addition, but multiplication, or even an exponential leap.

"Is this... what it feels like to approach the path of enlightenment through force? How wonderful!"

He thought to himself that although he was still far from truly proving the Dao through force, it was enough to deal with Zhunti.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation? This is your trump card?" Zhunti stood in the void, surrounded by the power of the Heavenly Dao, his saintly aura as vast as mountains and seas. He sneered, "You think you can contend with a saint by forcibly gathering the power of ants?"

Chen Qing opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Whether it's the power of an ant or not, we'll find out soon enough."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Zhunti's pupils contracted; he hadn't even seen Chen Qing's movements clearly. The sage's divine sense swept out, but only caught a blurry afterimage.

The next instant, a hammer appeared before his face. On the hammer, besides lightning, there were various forces such as the five elements, yin and yang, and chaos intertwined and entwined, and space in front of him shattered like paper.

Before Zhunti could think further, the Seven Treasures Tree blocked his way.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, Zhunti was sent flying backward like a meteor, crashing through dozens of mountain peaks and flying thousands of miles away before finally regaining his footing.

He looked down at the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand—the supreme treasure for attaining enlightenment—and saw that several fine cracks had appeared on it.

Zhunti's face darkened completely.

He invoked the power of Heaven, yet he was still repelled with a single blow? This outcome was unexpected not only for him, but also for all the powerful figures watching.

"This... is Chen Qing Daoist really just a Great Luo Golden Immortal?" a rogue cultivator watching from the shadows murmured.

It's already outrageous enough that a Great Luo Golden Immortal could fight against a Quasi-Saint, and even defeat one, but now they can challenge a Saint? Aren't all those below the Saint level just ants? What's going on here?

No one answered him. Everyone was too stunned to speak at the sight before them.

Zhunti rose from the ruins, his aura surging once more. He no longer held back, pushing the power of the Heavenly Dao to its limit.

In the void, countless golden lotuses emerged, raining down flowers from the sky and sprang up from the earth; the extraordinary phenomena of the sages were everywhere.

"Chen Qing, today I will show you what it means to be nothing more than an ant below the level of a sage!"

Zhunti formed a mudra with his hands, and a huge golden Dharma image appeared behind him.

The Dharma image was ten thousand feet tall, with eighteen hands and twenty-four heads, each holding a jeweled banner, necklace, parasol, fish intestine, and other Dharma implements. Its appearance was solemn and majestic, and it was further blessed by the power of the Heavenly Dao, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Although Chen Qing had shattered his sixteen-foot golden body, he reconstituted an even more powerful Dharma form after becoming a saint.

Chen Qing looked up at the overwhelming Dharma image, showing no fear.

He put away his magical treasures, such as the Purple Lightning Hammer and the Apricot Yellow Flag, leaving only the Qiankun Cauldron as his supreme treasure. Without any fancy spells or complicated moves, he simply activated the Qiankun Cauldron with all his might and smashed it down.

Zhunti, holding the Seven Treasures Tree, went forward to meet it. The Dharma Image behind him opened its twenty-four eyes and waved its eighteen hands simultaneously, welcoming the Qiankun Cauldron.

The three collided.

There was no loud noise, no light; the entire primordial world seemed to go deaf in an instant.

Everyone witnessed a strange sight—the colossal statue, starting from the point of contact, shattered inch by inch. Like cracks on porcelain, it spread from a single point in all directions, eventually covering the entire statue.

"Click—"

The Dharma image collapsed with a roar, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated.

Chen Qing was sent flying backward. Although he was not injured, his breathing was somewhat unstable.

Zhunti coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even worse was his magical treasure, the Seven Treasures Tree—now nearly half of its branches were completely destroyed, and its spiritual light was dim, as if it might go out at any moment.

Zhunti's heart was bleeding.

The West doesn't have many spiritual treasures to begin with, and Zhunti doesn't even have a single decent one.

The Seven Treasures Tree was forged from a single branch of its original form into this spiritual treasure. After becoming a saint, it was constantly nurtured with its magical power, and now it possesses power no less than that of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. In its hands, its power is boundless.

I never imagined it would be damaged to this extent today! Although it's not completely destroyed, it's severely weakened, and repairing it will be no easy task.

He no longer cared about how badly he had been beaten. As a saint, he was immortal and indestructible. Although he looked miserable, he had only lost some dough.

But the West's losses, as well as the loss of its own magical treasures, are real and substantial; they are truly gone and gone forever!

"Chen—Qing—Dao—Ren!"

Zhunti looked at Chen Qing not far away, his anger rising, and he gritted his teeth and said each word slowly and deliberately.

Looking at the livid-faced Zhunti Daoist, Chen Qing thought to himself: It seems that this time the beating was really a bit too harsh!

However, he wasn't afraid of this guy at all. Besides, his current strength was truly enough to contend with him. And, remember, his master and the others were watching! What was there to be afraid of?

"What does the Sage want from me? Don't be so upset; it's just that I broke a tree branch. I'll find you a much better one later, definitely more beautiful than the one you have!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand with strange expressions. They had witnessed and could sense the power of this magical treasure.

But now it seems that it is no different from a nice tree branch. The only difference is that it was damaged twice. The first time, it developed a crack, and the second time it was almost destroyed!

Of course, everyone knew that this was Chen Qing joking, but when it came to spiritual treasures, he really had the confidence to say that.

Look at the magical treasures they use; none of them are below the level of top-grade magical treasures.

Meanwhile, led by the powerful demons, the demons quickly arrived near Mount Sumeru in the west.

Mount Sumeru was the sacred site of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti. Since Zhunti was not present at this time, Jieyin was naturally the one guarding the mountain.

The mountain contains all sorts of rare and precious materials and spiritual roots that the two brothers have scavenged from the primordial land over the years, which can be said to be the foundation for the future rise of the West.

Jieyin, who was cultivating, raised an eyebrow and suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Knowing that he was now a sage, the sudden feeling of unease in his heart must mean that something major had happened or was about to happen. He dared not be negligent and immediately began to calculate.

However, he immediately realized that he didn't need to calculate anymore, because he sensed a tremendous aura heading towards his Mount Sumeru.

Di Jun and Tai Yi looked at the imposing Mount Ling before them, a cold smile appearing on their faces.

Without any unnecessary words, the Zhou Tian Star Array was set up instantly, and countless stars enveloped the entire Ling Mountain.

Space tore open, and Jieyin slowly emerged, looking at the demon army before him, then at Dijun:

"What does the Demon Emperor mean by this? This is a sage's sacred ground; isn't it a bit excessive to seal it off with such a grand formation?"

"Passed?" Di Jun's face was gloomy. "The Sage of Reception must have been in seclusion and doesn't know what has happened."

"The sage Zhunti, unworthy of his title, secretly used underhanded means to cause the deaths of all nine of my children. If this vengeance is not avenged, I, Di Jun, will be unworthy of being the Heavenly Emperor!"

Upon hearing Di Jun's words, Jie Yin secretly inquired about the secrets of heaven and immediately understood the cause and effect. The bitterness on his face deepened.

Seeing Jieyin's silence, Dijun waved his hand, and the Zhou Tian Star Array started to operate. One after another, ancient stars streaked across the sky and crashed down on Mount Sumeru below.

"Why--"

Jieyin sighed, and a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit appeared beneath his feet. With a wave of his hand, the power of a saint surged forth. Before the ancient stars could even get close, they were completely shattered in the sky.

"clang--"

With a resounding bell, the Chaos Bell descended from the sky with immense power, heading towards Jieyin and suppressing him.

Even as a sage, Jieyin dared not be careless in the face of this innate treasure.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit beneath his feet shone brightly, protecting his entire body. Then, a primordial spiritual treasure appeared in his hand, and he went to meet the Chaos Bell.

For a moment, Donghuang Taiyi, wielding the Chaos Bell and coordinating with the Zhou Tian Star Array, firmly held off Jieyin. But it was clear to everyone that this hold-off wouldn't last long.

The remaining demon soldiers and generals rushed towards Mount Sumeru, intending to destroy the sacred mountain. Unfortunately, the powerful demons—Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the Demon Saint—were all maintaining the great formation, and there were no great supernatural beings among the remaining demons, so they couldn't even break through the mountain-protecting formation.

Just then, the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan arrived.

They burst into laughter at the sight before them. With eyes blazing with fury, Jieyin lunged directly at Mount Sumeru.

One after another, fists wreathed in malevolent energy slammed into the mountain-protecting formation, and in the blink of an eye, the entire formation shattered.

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, and streams of scorching flames shot up Mount Ling, instantly turning a large area of ​​spiritual flowers and trees to ashes.

Then the twelve Ancestral Witches each unleashed their power, each punch and kick carrying immense force. In the blink of an eye, Mount Sumeru was devastated, with countless rare treasures, spiritual flowers, and herbs utterly destroyed.

The massive commotion from Mount Sumeru was naturally noticeable to everyone in the prehistoric world. Their expressions changed, and their lips twitched. These guys were truly ruthless; they had practically leveled Mount Sumeru!

On this battlefield, Zhunti sensed the scene on Mount Sumeru, and his eyes turned red.

That was the wealth they had accumulated over countless years, sacrificing all their dignity and plundering the entire land. The hope for the revival of the West had now been completely destroyed!

"Demon race, witch race—you're courting death!"

Zhunti roared in fury, completely enraged.