The Methods of Sage Zhunti

Sage Zhunti and Goddess Nuwa fought as if their lives depended on it.

And the Primordial Beings watched, utterly entranced.

"Is Goddess Nuwa truly this powerful?"

On West Kunlun, the Lord of the East stared intently toward The West.

His eyes betrayed an expression of utter disbelief.

The Queen Mother of the West beside him cast him a sidelong glance:

"What did you think? Surely you didn't also believe Goddess Nuwa was the weakest Sage?"

Hearing this, the Lord of the East gave an awkward chuckle.

The Queen Mother of the West continued:

"This younger sister of mine has always had a fierce temper. After being provoked repeatedly these past days, she must be seething with rage. Sage Zhunti thought he could pinch a soft persimmon, but he pinched her head instead—she naturally won't let it go."

At this point, the Queen Mother of the West's eyes showed a hint of envy.

"No wonder they say all beneath a Sage are ants. Even for Quasi-Sages like us, comparing ourselves to a Sage is like an ant trying to shake a tree..."

The Lord of the East nodded in deep agreement:

"The gap between a Quasi-Sage and a Sage seems only a single step away, but that single step is a heavenly chasm..."

The two gradually fell into sighs.

In a mysterious forbidden land, Taoist Randeng was hidden there!

At this moment, he too raised his head, staring fixedly into the sky.

The battle between Goddess Nuwa and Sage Zhunti was simply too vast in its commotion.

Even at the edge of the Primordial World, he could see it clearly.

A storm also stirred within his heart.

"So this is the power of a Sage?"

Taoist Randeng murmured to himself.

He himself was a Quasi-Sage level powerhouse.

One of the few true experts in heaven and earth.

Yet compared to a Sage, he was still far behind!

Today, he finally witnessed the gap between himself and a Sage.

In the Heavenly Court, Dijun and Taiyi also murmured to themselves.

"Brother Taiyi, with the Innate Treasure Chaos Bell in hand, could you trade blows with a Sage?"

Hearing Dijun's question, Taiyi couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh:

"Elder Brother, you think too simply. To activate the Chaos Bell requires boundless divine power. Even with the Bell in hand, at most I could withstand a few attacks from a Sage."

"Once my own divine power is exhausted, I'd be nothing but a lamb for slaughter."

Hearing Taiyi's answer.

Dijun too revealed a bitter smile.

Their Demon Race's influence spanned the entire Primordial World.

Their experts were likewise countless.

Heavenly Emperor Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Demon Master Kunpeng—each was a peerless super powerhouse.

Beyond them, there were also countless ancient Great Demons.

Yet even so, before a Sage, they were nothing but ants...

The twelve figures within the Hall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also wore grave expressions.

Their Sorcerer Race was born with a flawed Primordial Spirit, unable to cultivate the world's vital energy or condense their own divine power.

They could only cultivate their physical bodies.

Though in terms of flesh, the Sorcerer Race could be said to be uniquely gifted.

It also cut off their chance to become Sages.

Now, having finally witnessed the true power of a Sage.

It naturally stirred their long-silent hearts into restlessness.

It seemed their Sorcerer Race must seek the opportunity to become Sages.

Otherwise, the Sorcerer Race would be in peril.

Deep within the vast, boundless Blood Sea of the Western lands, Ancestor Minghe surfaced once again.

His gaze locked tightly onto the sky above the Primordial Wilderness.

The battle of the sages was taking place right above his head.

Naturally, he felt it most keenly.

This time, the Hongmeng Purple Gold List had burst forth into the world.

He too had reaped enormous benefits from this upheaval.

Now came the time to seek the opportunity for sagehood.

If he still failed to seize the chance this time, he feared there would be no possibility of becoming a sage ever again.

In the Western lands, two ancient, eternal powers continued their fierce, savage battle.

After who knows how long, the two sages finally ceased their struggle.

It seemed that in this short span, neither had gained the upper hand.

Yet Goddess Nuwa appeared slightly more composed and at ease.

Meanwhile, Zhunti Daoist, having fought long without victory, wore a darkened expression.

"It seems I must take down Sage Nuwa in the shortest time possible..." Sage Zhunti thought to himself.

No matter how one looked at it, striking against a woman was already a loss of standing.

If he still could not prevail, would he not become a laughingstock of the Primordial Wilderness?

Zhunti Daoist's face was grim as he looked at Goddess Nuwa:

"Will the Goddess stop here, or must we settle who is superior?"

At their current level, a single bout was enough.

Truly determining victory or defeat was far too difficult.

After all, having reached the sage realm, they were immortal, beyond sorrow or joy.

Goddess Nuwa, however, regarded Zhunti Daoist coldly:

"Zhunti, earlier you insulted me with your words. Today I have come West, and naturally, we must settle who is superior."

Goddess Nuwa was not one to let things go easily.

She was already troubled enough by matters concerning the Human Race.

And now this wretch Zhunti had dared to treat her like a soft persimmon to squeeze.

How could this not ignite her fury?

Seeing that Goddess Nuwa refused to back down, Zhunti Daoist let out a long breath, then a cruel grin crept into his gaze:

"Do you truly believe I have no other means?"

His eyes held a trace of ruthlessness, along with overwhelming battle intent.

At their level, each naturally held countless hidden cards.

None of them were easy opponents.

With words exhausted, Zhunti's hunched, frail figure slowly straightened.

As his body rose upright, it even exuded a hint of majesty.

At the same time, an immensely powerful pressure suddenly radiated outward, sweeping across the Four Poles and Eight Desolations.

Then, a Buddha's light shone everywhere, gradually manifesting into a supreme, sky-shrouding, sun-obscuring figure.

This figure appeared colossal, yet also somewhat ferocious and terrifying, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

Truly, it was wondrous in expounding the Three Vehicles, subtle and complete in all methods.

Slowly swaying its tail, it spat forth jade-like pearls, shaking the thunder and stirring the nine heavens.

With the appearance of this sky-obscuring figure, a terrifying, unparalleled surge of immense power crossed through time and space.

The supreme principles that suppress all wondrous methods rippled across the sky-covering, sun-obscuring giant form.

The Primordial Beings all narrowed their eyes, carefully gazing at that sky-covering, sun-obscuring figure.

What they saw was an immensely majestic golden silhouette.

In the words of the Western Sect, this silhouette was the Golden Body.

But in the terms of the Eastern Mystic School, this silhouette was the Law, Heaven, and Earth.

This immensely majestic Golden Body Technique radiated overwhelming golden light from every inch, illuminating the entire Western lands.

Facing the overbearing Goddess Nuwa, Sage Zhunti had no choice but to unleash the power of his Golden Body!

Though this Golden Body radiated golden light from head to toe, it was nonetheless utterly bizarre.

It possessed a full eighteen arms and twenty-four heads.

Every single face was ferociously hideous, far more terrifying than any vengeful spirit.

That dreadful appearance was simply grotesque beyond words.

Yet this grotesque form also exuded a solemn, sacred aura.

A fusion of sanctity and grotesquerie...

The countless billions of Primordial Beings all drew in a sharp breath.

None had imagined that the Zhunti Daoist, when truly serious, could be so terrifying.

That overwhelmingly formidable aura directly startled the billions of living beings!

The Zhunti Daoist's appearance was far too horrifying...

How could such a disproportionate, grotesque form not inspire fear?

Especially since each of this colossus's eighteen hands held a magical treasure.

Such as the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, the Six Roots of Purity Bamboo, the Empowering Divine Pestle, the Beaded Canopy, the Floral Crown Fish Intestine, the Dragon Painting Spear, and so on...

Among them, the most powerful were naturally the three treasures on that list.

Who could possibly defeat such a Zhunti Daoist?

Could Goddess Nuwa still maintain her advantage before such a behemoth?

After all, before Sage Zhunti, Goddess Nuwa was now nothing more than a tiny ant.

The diminutive Goddess Nuwa looked up at the sky-covering, sun-obscuring whole, and a hint of mockery curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Zhunti, do you truly believe that I, Nuwa, have no tricks of my own?"