That line of extremely wild and arrogant characters was like a red-hot iron, stamped hard on Saint Zhunti's eyeballs.
Every word burned his soul.
Every stroke reflects his dignity.
"The water in the pool is very good and Bodhi Seed smells great."
"Thank you for the hospitality, I'll come again next time!"
"--Number One Good Person in the Primordial World, Qin Feng Yours sincerely."
Zhunti's gaze moved slowly, inch by inch, from that line of words to the bare tree trunk next to it.
The object of his enlightenment, the foundation on which he became holy, Innate Spiritual Root Bodhi Tree.
At this moment, he stood there in such desolate and humiliating condition.
Like a poor woman who has been stripped naked in the street and abused wantonly, every broken branch silently accuses the cruelty of the perpetrator and the incompetence of its owner.
"Uh..."
Zhunti made an unexplained roaring sound from his throat.
The world in his eyes completely lost all color at this moment.
Time, space, sound... everything is gone from him.
The overwhelming anger, endless humiliation, and the severe pain that seemed to tear his holy soul apart, like the most ferocious Chaos Storm, instantly destroyed all his reason and Dao Heart as a saint.
It was a feeling hundreds of millions of times more painful than having the physical body destroyed and the soul being scattered.
Because that is his "Tao", which has been broken by life!
"Pfft--!"
Zhunti felt a sweetness in his throat and could no longer suppress the flow of energy and blood.
A mouthful of golden blood, containing the majestic saint's origin, spurted out from his mouth and sprinkled on the dry and cracked Merit Pool, making a "chichi" sound, but not even a ripple could appear.
The golden holy blood seemed to be swallowed up in an instant by this dead land that had been drained of all spirituality.
Zhunti's body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
He stretched out his finger and pointed far away to the east, which was the direction where Qin Feng was leaving and the direction where Kunlun Mountain and Golden Ao Island were.
His lips trembled and opened, as if he wanted to let out a roar and curse that would shake the three worlds.
But in the end, he couldn't say a word.
The endless anger and frustration blocked his throat, making it a luxury for him to even speak.
He could only act like a mortal with rheumatism, his whole body twitching, his eyes as red as blood, staring at the east with eyes that almost burst out of fire.
Saint Jieyin Looking at his junior brother vomiting blood and falling to the ground, looking at his Dao Heart collapse and almost crazy appearance, his bitter face that had not changed for thousands of years, shed two lines of clear tears for the first time.
That's not because of compassion.
That's despair.
He could clearly feel that with the spouting of the junior brother's original holy blood, the withering of Bodhi Tree and the disappearance of Eight Treasures Merit Pool, the entire Western Teachings Destiny Golden Dragon let out an extremely shrill wail, and the huge amount of luck poured out crazily like a flood that had opened, falling to an unprecedented freezing point.
It's over.
Western Teachings's foundation has been cut off by life.
The hard work they had put in countless Yuanhui years as brothers and sisters was wiped out at this moment.
This huge drop from heaven to hell, from the clouds into the quagmire, completely broke this saint's mind, which was far calmer than Zhunti.
Jieyin raised his head, and for the first time, emotions of grief, anger and unwillingness appeared on his miserable face.
He faced the heavenly way and let out a cry from the depths of his holy soul.
"Heaven is unfair! Hongjun is unfair!"
"How could we, the West, deserve to suffer such a catastrophe!!!"
This mournful cry is no longer limited to Mount Sumeru.
It contains the purest despair and resentment of a Heavenly Dao Saint, which penetrates endless time and space and resounds throughout the entire Primordial Three Realms!
For a moment, outside Thirty-three Heavens and in the Purple Heavens Palace, the figure that was one with the way of heaven seemed to move slightly.
Inside Kunlun Mountain Jade Void Palace, Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in Yuanshi Tianzun's hand fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
Golden Ao Island Biyou Palace, Tongtian Jiaozhu's soaring sword intent suddenly stagnated.
Shouyang Mountain Eight Sceneries Palace In Taishang Laojun that inaction Alchemy Furnace, the fire suddenly dimmed.
Inside the Wa Palace, Empress Nuwa's beautiful face was filled with unbelievable astonishment.
The entire Primordial World, Great Powers, at this moment, all heard the screams of Saint Jieyin.
Everyone who heard it was frightened and their souls were shaken!
Saint, actually cried?
He was still crying so miserably, so desperately, even screaming about the injustice of God!
This... what the hell happened?
Western Teachings, what kind of horrific changes must have happened to make a saint lose his temper to such an extent?
Countless Great Powers and Spiritual Sense desperately looked in the direction of Mount Sumeru, wanting to get a closer look.
However, they can't see anything.
At this moment Mount Sumeru, the universe is in chaos, turned into a pot of porridge by the uncontrolled anger and despair of the two saints.
But the more this happened, the more horrified they felt.
Mount Sumeru, the forbidden area behind the mountain.
Jieyin's mournful cry was followed by an even more deadly silence.
Zhunti recovered a little from the crazy state. He struggled to get up. There was no expression on his face, leaving only a dead gray.
"Look! Deduce the secret! Find him for me!"
Zhunti's voice was as hoarse as two pieces of broken iron rubbing against each other.
"I will crush him to ashes! I will make him immortal forever!"
Needless to say, Jieyin had already sat down cross-legged.
The two saints forcibly suppressed the negative emotions in their hearts that almost engulfed them, and began to frantically use magic formulas with their hands to deduce the secrets of heaven.
The vast power of the saint turned into two invisible big hands, moving the river of destiny, trying to find the damn figure in it.
However, no matter how they deduce or pry.
On the long river of destiny, everything about Qin Feng is shrouded in a thick fog of chaos.
They can confirm that all this was done by Qin Feng! The message at the bottom of the pool is irrefutable proof!
But they just can't find where Qin Feng is.
His past is blurry, his present is nothing, and his future is even more blank.
[Universe Treasure Vault] Isolate everything, even saints cannot be investigated!
This feeling is like a mortal who knows exactly which mosquito bit him, but that mosquito flew into an absolute darkness where he couldn't even see his fingers.
You can see the darkness, but not the mosquitoes.
You know it's there, but you can't hit it or touch it. You can only let the "buzzing" mocking sound echo in your ears.
"Poof!"
After frantically deducing but finding nothing, Saint Zhunti was so furious that he spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood again.
His face became paler than gold paper.
Jieyin also stopped his futile deduction. He slowly opened his eyes, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely extinguished.
Not found.
Really can't find it.
This feeling of frustration and powerlessness, where one clearly knew who the enemy was, but could not even figure out where the other person was, and could only watch him go unpunished, turned into the sharpest knife, piercing the hearts of the two saints.
"Click..."
An undetectable but extremely clear cracking sound sounded simultaneously in the deepest parts of the holy souls of Jieyin and Zhunti.
That's their Dao Heart.
Their indestructible and indestructible saint Dao Heart, at this moment, caused an unhealable crack because of this extreme aggrievedness and anger!