"Thanks for the gift."
Qin Feng's airy voice was like the final sledgehammer, completely shattering every last bit of Guang Chengzi's mental defense.
Pfft—!
Another mouthful of heart's blood sprayed out. Guang Chengzi's face instantly went from ashen to deathly pale, and his whole body swayed precariously in midair, as though he would fall from the clouds at any moment.
A Dharma treasure personally refined by a Saint had been called a crude brick.
The trump card he had been so proud of had become something someone else used to prop up a table leg.
This was no longer merely a slap in the face. It was peeling away Guang Chengzi's face, along with the face of the Chan Sect behind him and even that of his lofty master, Yuanshi Tianzun, layer by layer, throwing them to the ground, and grinding them beneath a foot again and again!
Yet amid that endless humiliation and despair, Guang Chengzi suddenly sensed that the faint connection between himself and the Fan Tian Seal had not been completely severed!
A weak Primordial Spirit imprint, like a dying candle in the wind, still stubbornly existed deep within the Dharma treasure.
That's right! His master's restriction!
It was a method laid down by a Saint. How could it possibly be erased so easily!
Everything just now had merely been this demon's illusion! He had not truly refined the Fan Tian Seal at all!
In an instant, a flame called hope reignited within Guang Chengzi's deadened heart, immediately turning into a blazing wildfire.
Madness flashed in his eyes once more. Without bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he rapidly formed an incomparably profound hand seal before his chest.
"Return!"
A hoarse roar was forced out from the depths of Guang Chengzi's throat.
He squeezed out the last shred of strength from his Primordial Spirit and frantically activated the secret retrieval technique personally passed down by the Saint, trying to snatch the Fan Tian Seal back from Qin Feng's hand!
As long as he could retrieve the Fan Tian Seal, then even if he had to perish body and soul today, he would make this demon pay the price!
Seeing Guang Chengzi's movements, a trace of hope flashed through Yu Ding Zhenren and the others' eyes as well.
However, in the face of Guang Chengzi's deathbed struggle, Qin Feng could not even be bothered to raise an eyelid.
He merely curled his lips in impatience, as though he found this ant's noise irritating.
Then, the five fingers of his right hand holding the Fan Tian Seal exerted a slight force.
It was just such a light squeeze.
"Hmm?"
Guang Chengzi, who had been frantically casting his technique, suddenly froze.
He sensed an indescribable, incomprehensible, unimaginable force descending into the core of the Fan Tian Seal like a millstone of chaos.
That force ignored every Saintly restriction his master had set, crushing through them with devastating ease.
The tiny Primordial Spirit imprint he had left in the deepest part of the Dharma treasure, billions of times finer than a strand of hair, could not even struggle before that force and was instantly ground into the most primordial void.
Immediately afterward, an irresistible tearing sensation fiercely rebounded along that connection which had already been severed!
"No—!"
Guang Chengzi let out a shriek so miserable it no longer sounded human.
It felt as though someone had forcibly torn away a huge piece of his Primordial Spirit and then thrown it into chaos fire to burn for billions of years!
Pfft!
A spray of purple heart's blood mixed with fragments of his Primordial Spirit burst from Guang Chengzi's mouth, turning into a bloody mist in the air.
The final trace of connection between him and the Fan Tian Seal was completely, cleanly, and cruelly severed!
Guang Chengzi's body trembled violently. The light in his eyes dimmed at a visible rate, while his aura plummeted like an avalanche, dropping in an instant from the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm to the Taiyi realm, the Golden Immortal realm... until he could barely maintain even the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.
It was as if all his vitality had been drained away. His white hair turned dry and yellow, wrinkles appeared across his skin, and he looked like a mortal old man on the verge of death.
His Primordial Spirit had suffered grievous damage, and his Dao foundation had been completely destroyed.
Even if a Saint intervened, he could not be saved.
"Senior Brother!"
Yu Ding Zhenren and the others were scared out of their wits. They hurriedly rushed over to support the swaying Guang Chengzi, only to find him ice-cold to the touch, no different from a corpse.
It was over.
Completely over.
His life-bound supreme treasure had been forcibly taken away in a single exchange, and every imprint on it had been erased on the spot.
Guang Chengzi had never imagined that such a terrifying existence could exist in the primordial world.
He lifted his unfocused gaze and looked ahead.
Qin Feng was casually tossing the Fan Tian Seal, now completely his, back and forth between two fingers as though he were playing with two ordinary iron walnuts.
That relaxed posture and indifferent expression deeply stabbed at Guang Chengzi's eyes.
An unprecedented fear, rising from the deepest depths of his soul, flooded away every shred of his reason like a burst dam.
This was not a battle.
This was not a contest of techniques.
This was a deity toying with an ant that did not know its place.
Guang Chengzi went limp all over. His legs could no longer support his weight, and had Yu Ding Zhenren not held him up tightly, he would have collapsed from the air.
Within the void, the Spiritual Sense of those Great Powers fortunate enough not to have fled in terror fell completely silent.
If Qin Feng knocking out one Golden Immortal with each punch had shattered their worldview—
And if Qin Feng barehandedly receiving the Fan Tian Seal had torn their minds apart—
Then Qin Feng casually erasing the Saintly restrictions and the Primordial Spirit imprint had made them completely doubt everything they knew about the world.
Erasing a Saint's imprint?
What kind of joke was that!
That was a method left behind by a Saint! It embodied the highest laws beneath the Heavenly Dao!
Not to mention Quasi-Saints like them—even Saints of equal standing would need to expend considerable effort to erase another Saint's restriction. There was no way it could be done with such effortless ease!
Yet the man before them had done it.
He had done it as easily as eating and drinking.
What did that mean?
It meant his realm, his level of existence, had already far surpassed the domain of Saints!
Above Saints?!
The instant that thought arose, the Spiritual Sense of every Great Power trembled violently as though branded by a red-hot iron, nearly collapsing on the spot.
Inside the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes vacant as he kept muttering, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... How could living beings exist above the Heavenly Dao..."
As though recalling something, he suddenly shuddered. He scrambled toward the depths of the palace, activated every defensive formation, and swore never to emerge again until the end of the Heaven and Earth Tribulation.
Amid the deathly silence of the masses, Qin Feng seemed to have grown tired of playing.
With a flick of his wrist, he casually put away the Fan Tian Seal that had destroyed Guang Chengzi's Dao foundation, and no one knew where it went.
Then Qin Feng's gaze slowly swept over the Chan Sect immortals opposite him, who had long lost all will to fight and were like lambs awaiting slaughter.
A teasing smile appeared on his face.
"That's all?"
"I haven't had enough fun yet."
The voice was not loud, yet it was like swords piercing the heart, viciously stabbing into the hearts of Guang Chengzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, and the others.
Not enough fun?
You fucking crippled eleven of the Twelve Golden Immortals, destroyed Eldest Senior Brother's Dao foundation, and stole the Chan Sect's supreme treasure, yet you were saying you had not had enough fun?
Indescribable shame, rage, and humiliation surged into their hearts. The few Golden Immortals who remained conscious trembled in fury, their faces turning the color of pig liver.
But they did not dare move. They did not even dare reveal an angry look.
Before absolute, crushing power, every emotion was superfluous.
Qin Feng completely ignored their pitiful self-respect. With a flicker, he appeared before Guang Chengzi as if teleporting.
He slowly walked forward, one step at a time.
Those footsteps were clearly too light to hear, yet they sounded like death drums, heavily pounding against the hearts of every Chan Sect immortal.
At last, Qin Feng stopped before Guang Chengzi. Looking down at the Chan Sect's chief disciple, who was now little more than a cripple, he curled his lips into a mocking smile and asked softly:
"Didn't your Chan Sect boast of having the most treasures?"
"Do you have anything else fun? Take it all out and broaden my horizons."
That question was more insulting than any direct attack.
It was ten thousand times more unbearable than killing them!
Guang Chengzi made an indistinct rasping sound in his throat. His eyes rolled back, and overwhelmed by shame and fury, he actually fainted on the spot.
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