The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

However, this Garuda was no ordinary creature.

It is the Great Mighty Garuda King, one of the Four Great Garuda Kings, whose cultivation has reached the Golden Immortal realm.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to suppress the entire Four Seas Dragon Clan to the point of being unable to raise their heads and being at the mercy of others.

Although Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, is also a Golden Immortal, his dragon bloodline is naturally restrained by Garuda, so he can only exert 60-70% of his strength. How could he be a match for Garuda?

The silver light that Song Yi unleashed was a mooncake personally crafted by the Taiyin True Lord. Taking advantage of its location in the deep sea, the power of Taiyin combined with the water's force, making it even more powerful.

But the Great Mighty Garuda King was, after all, a guardian deity of the West. With just a high-pitched cry that reached the clouds, the sound waves exploded as if they were real, shattering all the surrounding ice into countless fragments.

It released the half-dead golden dragon and turned to Song Yi, its eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Then, with a powerful flap of its wings, its massive body, like a moving golden mountain, charged straight at Song Yi with earth-shattering force!

"Fortunately, we came directly to the East China Sea this time, and haven't yet gone to Guanjiang Estuary to return the mountain-opening axe..."

Song Yi chuckled lightly, and with a clench of his right hand in the air, a stone axe appeared out of thin air.

The stone axe looked rough and ancient, as if it were an old tool used by the ancestors of the prehistoric era for chopping wood and cutting trees, and there were even a few chips on the axe blade.

However, the moment Song Yi gripped the axe handle with his five fingers, a vast and boundless aura surged forth from his body.

Since merging with Xing Tian's essence and blood, Song Yi has gained a deeper and deeper understanding of the true meaning of the words "Opening Heaven".

It's not just about the application of force, but also about willpower.

Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will unwavering!

The Great Mighty Garuda King sensed an unsettling aura, and its swooping momentum faltered slightly. However, its pride as one of the Eight Legions did not allow it to back down. It immediately let out a fierce roar that shook the heavens, and its claws, imbued with the power to tear through the void, reached out to grab Song Yi's crown.

Song Yi did not retreat.

He stepped forward, his stone axe drawing a simple, unadorned arc from bottom to top.

The trajectory of that axe strike was devoid of fancy variations or dazzling light; it even appeared somewhat clumsy.

However, the pupils of the Great Vajra Garuda King suddenly contracted. In its perception, this axe seemed not to have been cleaved from Song Yi's hand, but rather slashed from the moment when heaven and earth were first created, carrying the supreme will of the initial separation of chaos and purity.

The axe blade clashed with the claws.

The mighty Garuda King's claws, capable of tearing apart mountains and rivers and shattering stars, were as fragile as porcelain before the stone axe.

With a crisp snap, the three sharp claws broke off, and golden blood gushed out, turning the surrounding seawater golden.

The axe's momentum remained undiminished, striking its chest and abdomen, tearing open a hideous wound tens of feet long. Golden feathers fluttered down, like a shower of gold.

The Great Vajra Garuda King let out a painful and furious cry, his massive body staggering backward. A strange gray-black aura lingered around the wound on his chest, preventing the flesh from healing.

That was a wound left by the true meaning of creation, tainted with the aura of chaos, which even an immortal golden immortal could not recover from.

Unless one abandons the physical body and is reborn to start anew.

King Vajra Garuda finally had the idea of ​​retreating. He flapped his wings and was about to soar into the sky.

"Trying to leave?"

Song Yi snorted coldly, flipped his left hand, and a golden rope shot out, growing longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a length of hundreds of feet, like a nimble dragon, coiling towards him.

It was the Immortal Binding Lock made from Xing Tian's severed hair.

The hair of the Ancestral Witch is more resilient than most innate divine metals in the world; ropes made from it are more than capable of binding immortals and demons.

The Great Vajra Garuda King flapped its wings desperately, trying to break free from the ropes binding it.

But the immortal lock seemed to possess a spirit, binding it tighter and tighter, firmly securing its pair of giant wings to its sides.

He immediately channeled all his magical power and struggled desperately. His terrifying power at the Golden Immortal level was enough to shatter mountains, but the rope did not budge. Instead, it tightened even more.

One angry cry after another burst forth, the sound gradually changing from initial rage to panic, and finally to despair.

The dignified guardian deity of the West, who has roamed the four seas for countless years and whose power even the Dragon King avoids, is now bound by a rope and unable to move, like a fish on a chopping board.

Song Yi walked up to the Great Mighty Garuda King, who was bound like a rice dumpling, and said calmly, "You feed on dragons and wantonly slaughter the heavenly generals, violating the heavenly rules and laws. Today, I, the Star Lord, will capture you and take you back to the Heavenly Court to be punished."

Behind them, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, and his fellow dragons were already dumbfounded.

The mighty Garuda King, who had suppressed the dragons of the four seas to the point of being unable to raise their heads, was thus swiftly and decisively subdued by a seventh-rank star lord with an axe and a rope.

It's absolutely dreamlike!

Song Yi unleashed the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda, and the Xuanhuang Qi cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the Great Mighty Garuda King in the air.

Garuda King roared and struggled, but could not resist the power of the pagoda to absorb it. His body shrank rapidly and turned into a golden light that was absorbed into the pagoda.

Upon entering the Crystal Palace once again, the atmosphere inside suddenly became subtle.

Then, dragon maidens filed out, offering freshly brewed spiritual tea and celestial fruits.

Tea is a millennia-old plant, its liquor is emerald green, and its spiritual essence rises like mist.

The fruit is a deep-sea ice pear, with a frosty skin that melts in your mouth.

Compared to the previous hospitality, the standard was significantly higher.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, waved away his attendants, his face hesitant. Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "Star Lord, that Great Mighty Garuda King is, after all, a Western Dharma Protector personally appointed by the Sage. To capture him so directly would be a disgrace to Western Buddhism. In my humble opinion, it would be better to return him to the West, which would also be a way to establish a good relationship..."

Song Yi took a sip of spiritual tea, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said calmly, "Old Dragon King, I think you're really getting old! Do you really still want to play both sides, like you did before the Investiture of the Gods?"

Ao Guang's thoughts were exposed by a single sentence, his dragon whiskers trembled slightly, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

Song Yi set down his teacup and said, "After the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Court governed 365 righteous gods, each immortal and indestructible, eternally enjoying celestial titles. Doumu Yuanjun governs all the stars in the heavens, and the Ziwei Emperor rules over all the stars; both are quasi-saints. There are no fewer than ten second- or third-rank emperors and celestial venerables, all possessing the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Although the Western Buddhist sect converted three thousand mortals during the Investiture of the Gods calamity, calling themselves three thousand Buddhas, their foundation is still shallow. How can they compare to the Heavenly Court? Not to mention the Great Heavenly Venerable and the Queen Mother of the West, who sit in the Nine Heavens, their power overwhelming the Three Realms!"

He paused, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at Ao Guang: "The Heavenly Court is currently at its peak, overseeing the rise and fall of all things and the cycle of reincarnation. If the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas still harbors any wavering thoughts, let alone the Great Heavenly Venerable, can you, Dragon God, even pass the test of the Heavenly Court's Water Department? I have said all I have to say; I hope the Dragon God will consider this carefully."

Having said that, he stood up as if to leave.