Must Be Fast! Accurate! Hidden!

Something was wrong—very wrong.

Whenever Yuanshi had acted in the past, his methods had been rigorous and orderly, his bearing naturally harmonious. But this strike was vicious as a butcher chopping bones, his aura surging like a rakshasa's breath, even his fingertips wreathed in a glaring streak of bloody baleful intent!

But... how could a Saint fall to demonic corruption?

With the Heavenly Dao's fruit position upon them, they should have remained untroubled through countless calamities, untouched by karma, their Dao hearts as immovable as bedrock.

Since Hongjun had Established a Sect, how many Saints had Grand Pure One Laozi seen with his own eyes? Never had a single one lost their sanity and fallen into demonic obstruction.

This was an absurdity that overturned everything he knew!

Yet what lay before him was painfully, glaringly real.

Turbulent waves churned within his chest. Every principle he had once believed so firmly in had now been smashed to pieces, leaving only blankness behind. Even his breathing stalled for an instant—the reason he had stood there dazed for so long was precisely this.

If Li Tian could glimpse the turmoil in his heart, he would probably sneer:

Naive! Did you really take Hongjun's claims of "the Heavenly Dao enduring forever, Saints immortal forever" as unbreakable laws?

Heavenly Dao Saints did indeed possess immense power—their Primordial Spirits rested within the Heavenly Dao, allowing them to borrow its force in battle and sweep across the Primordial Wilderness as easily as taking something from a bag.

But that power had never been unconditional!

It rested on two premises: first, that the Primordial Wilderness Heavenly Dao remained as strong as ever; second, that the opponent's cultivation was no more than a match for their own.

Once the Heavenly Dao weakened, or the enemy surpassed them... so-called invincible