Sage Zhunti and Saint Nuwa fought as though their lives meant nothing.
The countless beings of the primordial world watched, utterly enthralled.
"Is Goddess Nuwa really that powerful?"
Lord of the East of West Kunlun stared intensely toward The West.
His eyes revealed undisguised disbelief.
Queen Mother of the West beside him cast him a faint glance.
"What did you think? Don't tell me you also believed Goddess Nuwa was the weakest Sage?"
Lord of the East gave an embarrassed smile at her words.
Queen Mother of the West continued,
"My younger sister has always had a stubborn temperament. After suffering so many indignities today, she must be furious. Sage Zhunti chose to squeeze a soft persimmon, only to squeeze it right onto her head. Naturally, she would not let it go."
As she spoke, envy appeared in Queen Mother of the West's eyes.
"No wonder they say that beneath Sages, all are ants. Even Quasi-Sages like us are merely mayflies trying to shake a great tree before a Sage..."
Lord of the East nodded deeply in agreement.
"The gap between a Quasi-Sage and a Sage appears to be only a single step, but that step is truly an insurmountable chasm..."
The two gradually fell into wistful sighs.
Within a mysterious forbidden land, Taoist Randeng was hidden there.
At this moment, he too raised his head and stared fixedly into the sky.
The battle between Saint Nuwa and Sage Zhunti was simply too enormous in scale.
Even at the edge of the primordial world, he could see everything with perfect clarity.
His heart was likewise stirred into turbulent waves.
"Is this the power of a Sage?"
Taoist Randeng muttered to himself.
He himself was already a Quasi-Sage-level powerhouse.
He was also one of the few great experts between Heaven and Earth.
Yet compared to a Sage, he remained unimaginably far behind!
Today, he had finally witnessed the gap between himself and a Sage.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi in the Heavenly Court were also muttering to themselves.
"Brother Taiyi, with the Innate Treasure Chaos Bell in your hands, could you fight a Sage?"
Hearing Emperor Jun's question, Taiyi could not help but give a bitter laugh.
"Elder Brother, you are thinking too simply. Activating the Chaos Bell itself consumes boundless magical power. Even with the Chaos Bell in hand, I could at most withstand a Sage's attacks a few times."
"Once my magical power is exhausted, I would be nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter."
Hearing Taiyi's answer,
Emperor Jun could not help but reveal a bitter smile as well.
Their demon race's influence spread across the entire primordial world.
They likewise had countless experts.
Heavenly Emperor Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Demon Master Kunpeng—every one of them was a peerless supreme expert.
Beyond them, there were also many Great Demons who had existed since ancient times.
Yet even so, before a Sage, they were nothing but ants...
The twelve figures within the Hall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also wore solemn expressions.
The Sorcerer Race was born with flawed primordial spirits, unable to cultivate the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth or condense their own magical power.
They could only cultivate the strength of their physical bodies.
Though the Sorcerer Race could be said to be uniquely blessed in terms of physical strength,
this also cut off their chance of becoming Sages.
Now that they had finally witnessed a Sage's true strength,
their long-silent hearts naturally began to stir.
It seemed the Sorcerer Race had to seek an opportunity to become Sages.
Otherwise, the Sorcerer Race would be in grave danger.
Within the boundless Blood Sea deep in the lands of The West, Ancestor Minghe emerged once more.
His gaze remained fixed on the skies above the primordial world.
The battle of the Sages was taking place practically above his head.
Naturally, he felt it most deeply.
This time, the Hongmeng Purple Gold List had appeared out of nowhere.
He had also gained tremendous benefits from this upheaval.
Next, it was time to seek an opportunity to become a Sage.
If he still failed to seize this chance,
he feared he would never again have the possibility of becoming a Sage.
In the lands of The West, the two ancient great powers continued their frenzied, ferocious battle.
After an unknown amount of time, the two Sages finally stopped.
It seemed neither had managed to gain the upper hand in the short term.
However, Goddess Nuwa appeared somewhat calm and composed.
Zhunti Daoist, unable to secure victory after a prolonged battle, had a slightly darkened face.
"It seems I must defeat Saint Nuwa as quickly as possible..."
Sage Zhunti thought to himself.
No matter what, attacking a woman had already put him at a disadvantage.
If he still could not defeat her, would he not become the laughingstock of the primordial world?
Zhunti Daoist's face darkened as he looked at Goddess Nuwa.
"Will you stop here, Goddess, or must we determine who is superior?"
Having reached their current realm, fighting one battle was enough.
To truly determine victory or defeat was exceedingly difficult.
After all, they had both reached the Sage realm—undying and indestructible, without sorrow or injury.
Goddess Nuwa merely looked coldly at Zhunti Daoist.
"Zhunti, you insulted me with your words earlier. Now that I have come west, I naturally intend to determine who is superior."
Naturally, Goddess Nuwa was unwilling to let the matter rest so easily.
She had already been run ragged by the affairs of the Human Race.
Yet this bastard Zhunti had actually tried to squeeze a soft persimmon by picking on her.
How could that not fill her with fury?
Seeing that Goddess Nuwa refused to let the matter go, Zhunti Daoist could not help but exhale deeply. Then, a savage grin appeared in his eyes.
"Do you truly think this poor Daoist has no methods left?"
There was a trace of cruelty in his gaze, along with boundless fighting intent.
At their level,
they naturally all held countless trump cards.
Not a single one was easy to deal with.
With that said, Zhunti's hunched, frail body slowly straightened.
As his body straightened,
it actually began to radiate an imposing majesty.
At the same time, an immensely powerful pressure suddenly spread forth, sweeping across the Four Poles and Eight Desolations.
Then Buddhist light shone brilliantly from his body.
It gradually transformed into a supreme figure that blotted out the heavens and covered the earth.
This figure appeared incomparably enormous, yet also somewhat savage and terrifying.
It inspired fear in all who beheld it.
Truly, it wondrously expounded the teachings of the Three Vehicles and perfectly comprehended the subtle, all-encompassing Dharma.
Slowly it swayed at the road's end, spraying jade pearls, its thunderous rumble shaking the nine heavens.
As this heaven-blotting body appeared, an incomparably terrifying, boundless force emerged across time and space.
The great Dao principles capable of suppressing all wondrous techniques flowed across that heaven-blotting body.
All beings of the primordial world narrowed their eyes and carefully examined the figure that blotted out the heavens and covered the earth.
They saw an incomparably majestic golden figure.
In the terminology of the Western Sect, this figure was the Golden Body.
In the terminology of the Eastern Mystic School, this figure was Law, Heaven, and Earth.
This incomparably majestic Golden Body Technique emitted boundless golden light from head to toe, illuminating all of The West.
Faced with the aggressive Goddess Nuwa, Sage Zhunti had no choice but to unleash the power of his Golden Body!
Though this Golden Body radiated golden light all over,
it was extraordinarily bizarre.
It possessed eighteen arms and twenty-four heads.
Every face was incomparably savage, far more frightening than even vicious ghosts.
Its terrifying appearance was simply grotesque beyond measure.
Yet this bizarre body also emanated a solemn, sacred aura.
A fusion of holiness and strangeness...
The countless billions of beings in the primordial world all sucked in a cold breath.
They had never expected Zhunti Daoist to become so terrifying once he grew serious.
That overwhelmingly powerful aura directly alarmed countless living beings!
Zhunti Daoist's current appearance was simply far too horrifying...
How could such a disproportionate and utterly bizarre form not terrify people?
Especially since each of the eighteen hands of that colossal being held a magical treasure.
Among them were the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree, Six Roots of Purity Bamboo, Empowering Divine Pestle, Beaded Canopy, Floral Crown Fish Intestine, Dragon Painting Spear, and more...
Of these, the three treasures listed on the ranking naturally possessed the greatest power.
Who could possibly defeat Zhunti Daoist in such a state?
Could Goddess Nuwa still maintain the advantage against such a colossal being?
After all, before Sage Zhunti, Goddess Nuwa now looked like nothing more than a tiny ant.
Seeing the heaven-blotting whole before her, the tiny Goddess Nuwa could not help but reveal a mocking smile.
"Zhunti, do you think I, Nuwa, have no methods of my own?"
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