Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"What?!"

"To kill a saint while possessing the body of a quasi-saint!"

"How is this possible?"

Exclamations of surprise echoed throughout the primordial world. Even the demons below looked up in disbelief. Apart from Haotian's side, many demons under Dijun's command showed relief—thankfully, they hadn't escaped!

"What kind of power is this?" Nuwa's red lips parted slightly as she looked at Haotian in astonishment.

Lao Tzu murmured, "The laws of space!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian exchanged a glance and said in unison, "A spatial sage exists in the primordial world?"

Yaochi's eyes were filled with shock. As if she had thought of something, she quickly stood beside Haotian.

"You are outrageous! How dare you murder a saint!" Jieyin roared furiously at Haotian, his eyes bloodshot. Haotian was his junior brother who had been with him for countless years!

He actually perished at the hands of a quasi-saint!

"Isn't it said that saints are immortal?" A voice came from among the demons, startling everyone who looked over. A cold glint flashed in Nuwa's eyes—Kunpeng!

Bai Ze's face turned deathly pale, and he echoed, "Indeed, as the Dao Ancestor said, all those below the level of a sage are but ants, and the sage is immortal!"

The gods were at a loss for words, only recalling the words of the Dao Ancestor. But now that the Saint had been killed by the Quasi-Saint, weren't those words just a joke?

What about the enlightenment and sainthood that all living beings in the primordial world so desperately seek?

The saints remained silent, looking up at the place where the thunderclouds had dispersed. The power of the Heavenly Dao permeated the area, as if an ocean had emerged, filled with the power of laws. A cultivator with his hair tied in two buns, adorned with flowers, reappeared.

His eyes were vacant, and he exuded an aura of indifference, as if he had lost himself. After a moment, his eyes regained their sparkle, and he regained a sense of being "alive".

Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and phantom images of divine beasts appeared, all expressing joy. Even the heavenly music grew louder and louder, all indicating that it was a sign of a sage.

"A sage has appeared in the world!"

"We pay homage to the Sage Cundi!"

The gods felt the oppressive aura emanating from him and all bowed in worship. Their faces showed surprise; the saint was indeed immortal!

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes. The primordial spirit of a sage is connected to the Heavenly Dao, and is indeed immortal.

But now that Zhunti has perished and emerged from the origin of the Heavenly Dao, his aura of the Heavenly Dao is incredibly strong, to the point that he has almost lost himself.

This forced them to seriously consider whether, if they fell too many times and were constantly reborn from the origin of the Heavenly Dao, they would completely lose their own consciousness and become puppets of the Heavenly Dao, branded from the inside out.

Haotian smiled slightly as he watched Zhunti resurrect. "As expected, a Heavenly Saint has special privileges."

No wonder it attracted so many creatures from all over the world.

It's a pity about his willow leaf. It was given to him by his master after his competition with Senior Yangmei. It could only kill a weak saint like Jieyin and Zhunti with one blow.

Senior Yangmei, like his master, must have regained some of his former power after attaining the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, which is why he is so powerful.

If used against Senior Brother Sanqing, it would probably only result in serious injury!

Seeing Zhunti's furious expression and Jieyin's bloodshot eyes, the water in their Eight Treasures Merit Pool on Mount Sumeru had decreased by 30%!

The fall and resurrection of a sage requires the consumption of the Heavenly Dao's essence, but also the loss of their own merits and fortune. That merits and fortune were earned through their ten thousand years of enlightenment, their hard work in preaching and teaching sentient beings in the West, and were used to repay their karmic debts!

The two summoned their magical treasures again, but Laozi said displeasedly, "Enough!"

Yuan Shi glared at the two of them fiercely: "Don't be too presumptuous!"

They were unprepared beforehand; who could have imagined that the Sage would suddenly attack and kill the Quasi-Sage? They also didn't take Haotian's actions seriously.

After all, who could believe that a quasi-saint could kill a saint?

Jieyin and Zhunti, their anger undiminished, roared at the Three Pure Ones, "How dare he murder a saint! If we do not act, what face will the saint have left!"

Upon hearing this, the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa sneered. "Saintly dignity? I really didn't see that you had such a thing!"

Haotian scoffed, "Stop making fun of me, fellow Daoists. Your shamelessness is such that if I were to attain enlightenment, I would truly want to carve the words 'Shame of a Sage' onto your foreheads!"

"Insolence!" Zhunti's face flushed red, and he laughed in anger. "Your words insult a sage; you deserve to die!"

Jieyin continued, "Haotian's words insulted the saints. You are also saints, are you going to protect him?"

Nuwa looked troubled, and the Three Pure Ones also fell silent for a while. What Haotian had done just now was a righteous counterattack, and they would just block it.

Now, it is Haotian who has taken the initiative to insult and provoke, and the sage is acting on behalf of Heaven, so he is indeed in the wrong.

"Junior brother, you should tone it down a bit," Laozi said helplessly.

Laozi glared at Haotian, then looked at Jieyin and Zhunti: "You two are senior brothers, don't bother with him."

Tongtian drew his Qingping Sword: "If you dare to make another move, I'll let you two try out the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

Jieyin and Zhunti's faces turned ashen, and the Three Pure Ones were pulled to the side.

Haotian turned his head and cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, my three senior brothers."

He looked at Jieyin and Zhunti: "If you two swear an oath that you will never plot against me again, I will agree to settle this matter."

Ah, this—

Nuwa blinked. She was almost afraid to look at her three senior brothers' faces. The three of them had been saying good things about you for so long, and you were provoking them again.

"Junior brother!" Laozi said in a low voice, "Don't go too far."

Haotian ignored him, looking coldly at Jieyin and Zhunti, and said, "I only have one willow leaf. I know what you two are thinking, and you can decide what to do!"

Zhunti angrily retorted, "How dare you!"

"You're the one who's being insolent!" Haotian sneered. "You think this matter is over just because you attacked me?"

The Three Pure Ones looked over, their gazes carrying a heavy pressure. "Our master has instructed us to look after you, but you must not continue to provoke us."

No matter what, we are also saints of the Heavenly Dao, you are really too arrogant!

Seeing the Three Pure Ones close their eyes, a look of joy flashed across Jieyin and Zhunti's faces, and the Three Pure Ones tacitly agreed!

It's fine if we don't kill them, but we can teach them a lesson!

The Seven Treasures Tree and the Five-Colored Lotus whisk flew in together, carrying a heavy pressure that made the gods dare not even breathe.

Haotian's lips curled up, "Today, I'm going to beat you two into submission!"

His primordial spirit continuously connected with the purple mark in his sea of ​​consciousness, and purple energy spread out, with the object in the middle transforming into a disc to suppress his realm.

Haotian was enveloped in purple energy, radiating an aura that encompassed everything, as if endless laws were gathering together. The purple energy slowly converged and condensed into a purple bamboo staff above his head.

"A purple bamboo staff?" Sanqing exclaimed in shock.

"Master!" Nuwa's face paled.

This was clearly the aura of Hongjun Daozu. All the gods of the prehistoric world were speechless, and even Lianyin and Zhunti stopped what they were doing.

Haotian bowed deeply: "Please grant me your assistance, Master!"

With a gentle tremor, the purple bamboo staff flickered twice, and two illusory bamboo shoots floated out, landing heavily on Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Ah—" The two screams stopped abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared again.

Cracks appeared in the void, and various calamities and anomalies reappeared, with blood rain falling, even more violently than before.

All the gods know that the saint has fallen once again!

The purple bamboo staff stood atop Haotian's head, and he was enveloped in purple aura, making him appear exceptionally mysterious.

"Disciple greets Master." The Three Pure Ones dared not be negligent and quickly bowed.

"Greetings, Master." Nuwa also bowed in greeting. The Master's spiritual treasure was here, which was equivalent to the Master's personal presence.

The gods of the primordial world also bowed and said, "Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

Heavenly music resounded through the void, ethereal celestial sounds appeared, golden lotus flowers bloomed, spiritual energy surged, and Jieyin and Zhunti reappeared, accompanied by an old man in purple robes.