West, Mount Sumeru.
The spiritual energy is dense, there are bursts of Zen chants, golden lanterns are everywhere, and there is a forest of glazed trees.
Next to Eight Treasures Merit Pool, a tall golden body sits cross-legged, with a wheel of Merit Golden Wheel behind its head slowly rotating, reflecting the infinite magic. It is the true deity of the second leader of Western Teachings and Saint Zhunti.
In the pool, Merit Golden Lotus is blooming in full bloom, and the fragrance is fragrant.
But at a certain moment.
"Poof!"
Saint Zhunti, who was sitting cross-legged by the pool, suddenly opened his eyes that contained three thousand worlds, and spit out a mouthful of golden holy blood without any warning!
The dripping holy blood did not dye the ground red, but turned into extremely pure Merit Golden Light and dissipated in the air.
But when a mouthful of blood spurted out, Saint Zhunti's face instantly became paler than paper.
Immediately afterwards, the paleness was quickly replaced by an iron-blue color, and finally turned into a purple-red color like pig liver, and the facial features were distorted with extreme anger.
Boom--!
An uncontrollable terror Saintly Might burst out from his body!
The entire Mount Sumeru shook violently under this anger, and the Auspicious Cloud in the sky was instantly torn to pieces. Countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who were listening to the sermon were all thrown away by this coercion. They turned on their backs and looked in the direction of Eight Treasures Merit Pool in inexplicable horror.
"What's going on? Why is the saint angry?"
"What a terrible pressure! Is the sky going to fall?"
The Eight Treasures Merit Pool that had been calm for hundreds of millions of years, the water in the pool was stirred by this energy, causing a huge wave. Countless Merit Golden Lotus that were still in bud were smashed to pieces in this wave.
Saint Zhunti turned a blind eye to all this.
His saintly eyes stared fixedly at the east, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance and burned for nine days!
The clone was destroyed!
He was sent by a clone to Eastern Land to investigate a small Daluo Golden Immortal, but... the clone was destroyed!
This in itself is already an incredible thing.
What made him even more unacceptable was that the clone was not wiped out in the earth-shattering battle, but was swatted away by someone... like a fly!
What a shame!
This is the most shameful and humiliating thing he has ever suffered since he attained enlightenment and became a saint!
Saints cannot be insulted!
These five words are the unbreakable iron law of heaven!
But today, in Skeleton Mountain, in that little Goddess Palace, this iron law was severely stepped on and crushed in front of countless Great Powerss in the three realms!
He could even imagine how those old monsters hidden everywhere in Primordial World were mocking him unscrupulously at this moment!
"Shuzi! Shuzi!!"
Zhunti was so angry that his whole body was trembling, his teeth were clattering, and the golden light of the saint around him began to change in brightness and almost cracked.
Just a Daluo Golden Immortal, how dare you do this?!
However, what frightened him more than the humiliation that penetrated his bones was another thing.
At the last moment when the clone was shot away, he clearly felt the power contained in the opponent's palm through that trace of mental connection.
That was not Magic Power, not a magical power, but a kind of... a terrifying law that he had never seen before, but it made him tremble from the depths of his saintly origin!
Ancient, vast, and supreme.
It seems to be above the way of heaven and is the ultimate truth that constitutes the entire chaotic universe.
In the face of that law, the power of the saint that he was so proud of was like a child's toy, too fragile to be attacked!
"The Law of Chaos..."
Zhunti squeezed out these four words from between his teeth, and in addition to anger, there was also a trace of uncontrollable fear in his eyes.
How is this possible?!
Since the opening of Hongmeng, who else can control the Law of Chaos except Great God Pangu of World Creation?
Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun, after joining the Dao, is only the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao, not the leader of chaos!
That man... who is he?!
Just when Zhunti was filled with shock and anger, and his mind was agitated.
A calm, calm voice, even with a hint of amusement, rang directly in his ear without any warning.
The sound was not loud, but it seemed to ignore all Mount Sumeru's restrictions and the endless time and space barriers, and sounded directly deep in his Primordial Spirit.
"Zhunti, since you are also a saint, I only give you a warning today."
It's that man's voice!
Zhunti's pupils suddenly shrank!
"Next time, dare to step even half a step into my Skeleton Mountain..."
The voice paused, then continued with a hint of understatement and joking.
"It's not as simple as shooting a clone away."
Boom!!!
This sentence, like a red-hot iron rod, was stabbed into Saint Zhunti's mind!
Warning?
Is he warning me?
A saint was actually warned by a descendant across hundreds of millions of miles of time and space?!
"Ahhhhhh--!"
Zhunti could no longer suppress the rage in his heart and raised his head to the sky with a roar that shook the three worlds.
The terrifying murderous intention turned into a substantial storm, sweeping across the entire Western Pure Land.
He stood up abruptly and was about to take one step forward. His true body came to Skeleton Mountain and completely wiped out that crazy man who knew nothing about the world and everything about him from Primordial World!
The dignity of a saint cannot be challenged!
However, the foot that had already stepped out stopped abruptly in mid-air at the moment when it was about to step into the void.
An icy chill shot from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap.
In his mind, which was so angry that he almost lost his mind, the charm of that palm appeared again.
That palm contained the law of chaos, an understatement, yet extremely domineering.
The warning sounded directly in his ears regardless of time and space.
All of this was like a basin of ice water from under the Nine Netherworld, pouring heavily on his burning anger.
Mysterious, powerful and unfathomable!
This person is definitely not an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal!
If the true form of a saint really comes to me, once I take action... can I be absolutely sure that I can win?
Zhunti For the first time, I had a little doubt about my own strength.
It would be okay if I win, but what if... what if...
He didn't dare to think about it any more.
The clone was slapped in the face, and all he lost was face.
But if the saint himself comes in person and suffers a loss, it will not only be a loss of face, but also the fate of the entire Western Teachings and the foundation of his Saint Position!
He can't afford to take this risk!
Saint Zhunti was standing next to Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his face was green and white, and his chest was heaving violently.
The soaring Saintly Might was surging crazily, but it was suppressed by him and could not be vented.
Frustrated!
I've never felt more depressed than before!
He stood like this for a long time, like a frozen statue.
At the same time, throughout the three realms, countless pairs of eyes are "looking" in the direction of Skeleton Mountain.
Yuanshi Tianzun of the Jade Void Palace, Tongtian Jiaozhu of Golden Ao Island, Three Sovereigns of Fire Cloud Cave, Kunpeng Demon Master of Northern Darkness...
All Great Powers who sensed the previous confrontation are waiting.
Awaiting the thunderous fury of Saint Zhunti.
Having his clones scattered was equivalent to a slap in the face of a saint in public. With Zhunti's unyielding temper, he would never let it go.
A battle between saints seems to be imminent.
However, one breath, ten breaths, and one stick of incense passed...
The direction of Skeleton Mountain is calm.
The energy that belonged to Saint Zhunti, full of anger and murderous intent, not only did not become stronger, but... it just disappeared completely.
It disappeared completely without leaving any trace.
It's like he never appeared.
In the perception of these Three Realms Great Powers, this does not look like retreating calmly, but more like... hastily cutting off all connections and "escaping" in embarrassment!
In an instant, all Great Powers who were paying attention to this place fell into a deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, there was an uproar.
Saint Zhunti... He ran away like that?
After the clone was slapped to pieces, he didn't even dare to fart and ran away in despair?
This Primordial World famous hob meat actually ate such a big fat?
Who is the owner of Skeleton Mountain?