Shameless Sage Zhunti

Zhunti Daoist's gaze locked tightly onto the Red Embroidered Ball in the sky.

Then he took out the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, standing fully on guard.

The Seven Treasure Mystical Tree itself was a branch that Zhunti Daoist had taken from his own true body.

Using this branch, combined with Stem Fire Purple Gold, Mystic Flame Lapis Lazuli, and seven other treasures, he had refined it into being.

It was said to be capable of brushing away anything without exception.

Also known as the Seven Treasure Mystical Brush Tree, or the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree Staff.

It ranked thirty-fourth on the Treasure Ranking.

Just behind the Red Embroidered Ball, which held the thirty-third position.

At this moment, the sky-covering Red Embroidered Ball came crashing down toward Sage Zhunti!

Already fully prepared, Sage Zhunti raised the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree and brushed it toward the Red Embroidered Ball.

The Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, reputed to brush away anything without fail, was indeed overwhelmingly formidable.

As Sage Zhunti made this brush stroke, seven-colored flowing light burst forth, illuminating the heavens.

This seven-colored light appeared extremely simple, yet it carried a vast heavenly might.

Then, this power collided with the Red Embroidered Ball, and for a time, they remained locked in stalemate.

"Boom, boom..."

Two vast, boundless auras erupted violently in the air.

Directly producing thunderous sounds.

The immense force caused the very land of The West to tremble fiercely.

That unparalleled impact quickly swept across the entire Western land.

Seeing this, the bald Guiding Sage of the West directly offered up his own Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit.

Soon, a vast golden aura surged forth to protect the Western living beings.

The Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, wreathed in seven-colored flowing light, and the Red Embroidered Ball, bearing vast heavenly might, remained locked in stalemate for who knows how long.

Only then did those two supremely majestic powers gradually fade away.

The Seven Treasure Mystical Tree once again returned to Zhunti Daoist's hand.

Meanwhile, Nuwa's Red Embroidered Ball spun endlessly in the air, turning round and round.

Sage Zhunti, holding the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, wore a slightly darkened expression.

From that single exchange just now, he had already deeply experienced the depth of that madwoman Nuwa's foundation.

Truly unfathomable.

If he were caught off guard, he might very well suffer a great loss.

Zhunti's gaze fixed tightly on The West.

Yet from the corner of his eye, he noticed many Western living beings prostrating on the ground.

An inexplicable irritation rose in his heart.

The West's foundation was already far too shallow.

And yet Nuwa had come crossing over from the East.

Truly infuriating.

Before long, a beam of Mystic Light of Creation suddenly shot over from the edge of the sky.

Then, in the air, it wove together a sky-covering pattern of Dao resonance.

Deep within those patterns, a slender figure stepped forth.

This person was none other than Goddess Nuwa, who had crossed over from the East.

Nuwa's appearance was of a beauty that could topple kingdoms, and she wore the Five Virtues Ephemeral Spirit Embroidery Robe.

Her attire of the Phoenix Coronet and Cloud Robes truly stunned all the beings of the Primordial Wilderness.

Yet Goddess Nuwa's face at this moment was hazy and indistinct.

As if veiled by the power of the River of Time, making it impossible to see clearly.

The only thing the world could truly perceive was that pair of clear, limpid eyes.

Having appeared here, Nuwa simply stood silently in the air, her gaze fixed tightly on Zhunti.

Staring straight at Zhunti until he felt a pang of guilt.

Zhunti grew somewhat embarrassed and angry, then spoke.

"Sage Nuwa, what is the meaning of this?"

"To recklessly attack the living beings of my West? Do you truly hold the Heavenly Dao in no regard?"

The enraged Sage Zhunti struck first.

He directly accused Nuwa of attacking The West.

The heavy accusation fell squarely on Nuwa's head.

He escalated the matter to a whole new level.

Goddess Nuwa looked at the indignant Zhunti, but a hint of mockery curled at the corner of her lips.

Sage Zhunti's standing in her heart dropped lower and lower.

She had clearly come for him.

Yet he accused her of slaughtering Primordial Beings.

Truly turning the blame around.

Sage Zhunti's words also left the Primordial Beings dumbfounded.

Everyone said Sage Zhunti was shameless.

Now it seemed that was indeed the case.

It was clearly Goddess Nuwa who had issued a challenge to Zhunti.

And Sage Zhunti had accepted it.

Yet now, Zhunti was changing the subject.

How could this not astonish the Primordial Beings?

"Zhunti, moments ago, you insulted me with your words."

"Now I have crossed the West to settle this with you."

"I want to see what skills you have, that you look down on me, a mere woman..."

Goddess Nuwa's words were a killing blow to the heart.

Though few in number.

They cut straight to the root of the matter.

Hearing this, Sage Zhunti's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

This damned Nuwa.

This cursed madwoman...

Zhunti cursed viciously in his heart, and his mouth did not stop either:

"When has This Seat ever looked down on you? It is you, Nuwa, who judges a gentleman's heart with a petty mind..."

"This farce is nothing but a misunderstanding. If you retreat now, this matter can end here..."

"If you remain stubborn and bully the beings of The West... This Seat will not be lenient..."

Hearing this, Goddess Nuwa couldn't help but laugh in anger.

This Sage Zhunti was truly ridiculous.

She never imagined he could be so shameless.

He was nothing but a rogue and a scoundrel.

If she continued to argue with this rogue and scoundrel, it would only make her seem petty.

A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Goddess Nuwa's mouth, and she said:

"Spare me your useless words. This Seat came West to punish you, this reckless fool. Take this!"

As she spoke, the Tassel Red Embroidered Ball in the void shot directly toward Sage Zhunti.

Its heaven-shrouding, earth-covering momentum was an immeasurable terror.

Goddess Nuwa was already full of pent-up anger over the affairs of the Human Race.

And she had also swallowed her anger because of that Female Saint named Sanqi.

She never expected that Zhunti would also try to bully her at the last moment.

How could this not infuriate her?

As for Zhunti Daoist, his expression was extremely gloomy.

He never imagined that Goddess Nuwa would strike without warning.

She was truly a madwoman.

While cursing inwardly, Zhunti Daoist did not let his Seven Treasure Mystical Tree idle.

He waved it repeatedly.

And clashed with the red embroidered ball in battle.

The boundless resonance of Dao force flickered endlessly above the Western lands.

The West had always been somewhat fragile to begin with.

Now, under the collision of two overwhelming forces, it too swayed and trembled.

Countless beings of the Primordial World stared fixedly at the West.

A battle between saints—this was the first time they had witnessed such a thing.

Naturally, they did not wish to miss a single detail.

Goddess Nuwa's Red Embroidered Ball bombarded Zhunti wildly through the air.

Zhunti, in turn, held the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, and with every sweep, seven-colored flowing light flashed forth.

That seven-colored light always managed, at the most critical moments, to halt the rampaging Red Embroidered Ball.

Within the Heavenly Court, the Demon Emperor Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi also watched the West with sharp gazes.

Both were exceedingly proud beings, and had originally harbored some measure of contempt for Zhunti and Nuwa.

Nuwa and Zhunti—regardless of who won or who was stronger—were still the bottom of the barrel among saints.

Now that these two saints had begun to fight, the heaven-shrouding, sun-obscuring upheaval was truly not to be underestimated.

Thus, Emperor Jun and Taiyi's expressions gradually turned solemn.

A saint was, after all, a saint.

As the saying goes, all beneath a saint are but ants.

No matter how strong the two of them were, before a saint, they were still mere ants.

The contempt in their hearts gradually receded.

Within the Ancestral Witch Grand Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also watched the West with grim expressions.

The Sorcerer Race possessed the Twelve Heavens Godly Devils Formation, capable of summoning Pangu's phantom, its true power even surpassing the Demon Race's Stellar Heavenly Cycle Formation.

Thus, they were naturally extremely arrogant.

Now, with the great battle between Nuwa and Zhunti in the West, they instantly witnessed the true might of a saint.

Every single gesture and movement carried the overwhelming majesty of heaven.

At last, they came to know the true power of a saint.

Countless Primordial Great Beings, at this very moment, all focused their attention on this battle.