Gulp...
Swallowing sounded one after another across the land, the rolling of Adam's apples clearly audible.
The words "Saint-slaying" cut through the minds of all beings like icy blades.
In the understanding of the Primordial Beings, Saints were eternal and indestructible existences, standing above the laws and transcending the Samsara of Life and Death.
Yet now, they had witnessed a Saint fall with their own eyes.
At this moment, whether they were the myriad beings or the Sages hiding behind the scenes and peering into the secrets of Heaven, disbelief appeared on every face.
Beneath the shock in their eyes lay a trace of instinctive fear.
Rumble—!
Heaven and earth resonated, and the Great Dao trembled.
Scarlet blood rain suddenly fell across the entire Primordial Wilderness, sprinkling over mountains, rivers, and valleys.
Sorrow abruptly welled up in the hearts of the Myriad Beings, and they could not help but cry out in grief.
It was mourning for a supreme existence, a shudder that came from the depths of their souls.
When a Saint fell, heaven and earth wept together!
Such a sight left everyone unable to recover for a long while.
The Primordial Wilderness was as silent as a graveyard.
An oppressive air quietly spread.
Who could have imagined it?
A Saint, said to be immortal and imperishable, could actually meet his end one day.
The instant Daoist Zhunti's body and soul were obliterated, countless cultivators were shaken to the core, on the verge of losing control of their cultivation.
Some sank into obsession, unable to rest day or night;
Others began to question whether the Great Dao they had pursued all their lives was merely an illusion.
"Junior Brother—!"
Jieyin Buddha cried out hoarsely, his face twisted as tears streamed down his aged cheeks.
His body trembled violently, as