The Western world, Mount Sumeru.
This is the stronghold of Western Teachings, and also the Saint's Dojo, known as the Pure Land of Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Golden lotuses bloomed everywhere, Sanskrit Chants was filled with the gentle sounds of chanting. Countless monks and arhats chanted sutras with their eyes closed under the Bodhi Tree, and the air was filled with the drowsy scent of sandalwood.
Normally, this is the most peaceful and lavish place in the Primordial World.
But today.
This false tranquility was shattered by a roar filled with shock and rage.
"This is outrageous!!!"
Boom!
At the Mount Sumeru, Eight Treasures Merit Pool, which represents the highest power of the Western Teachings, a terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted.
This shout contained the thunderous wrath of a saint, directly causing several Great Luo who were preaching halfway up the mountain to tumble off their lotus platforms and fall flat on their faces.
The golden lotuses scattered across the sky withered almost instantly, with more than half of them dying.
The once dignified and solemn Saint Zhunti suddenly sprang up from his prayer mat, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
That thin face, which usually wore a benevolent, fake smile and told everyone "you are destined to meet me in the West," was now twisted like a dried orange peel, its features squeezed together, exuding a ferocious and exasperated aura.
"It's broken!"
"It broke!"
Zhunti's Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swung wildly, its light trembling wildly, crackling the surrounding void as if his father's killer were standing there.
Just now.
Without any warning.
He sensed that the sage's mark he had left on Ksitigarbha had been forcibly erased by an extremely tyrannical and unreasonable force.
That feeling didn't seem like it was broken by magic.
It's more like someone ripped out that piece of your soul, still bearing the brand, and threw it into a meat grinder.
pain.
The stinging pain emanating from his Primordial Spirit made his vision go black.
But what pained him even more than the financial loss was the feedback that followed.
His connection with the underworld was severed.
The Western Teachings spent millions of years and countless efforts to finally drive a nail into the Earthly Dao system, but it was uprooted without leaving them even a nail hole.
"Junior brother, be careful with your words, calm your mind."
beside.
The Saint Jieyin sat cross-legged on the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, his already sorrowful face now appearing even more bitter, as if it could drip with bitter gourd juice.
Although he said he wanted to calm down, his slightly trembling hands on his knees betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
He sensed it too.
Ksitigarbha is ruined.
That was the only representative that the Western Teachings had planted in the underworld, the "main artery" responsible for continuously transporting the underworld's fortune back to Mount Sumeru.
Now, the artery is severed.
"Calm your mind? Senior brother, how am I supposed to calm my mind?!"
Zhunti that he spun around in circles, like a grumpy donkey.
"That's Ksitigarbha! He's Quasi-Saint we've painstakingly created using countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures! He's also our only pawn in our quest to seize control of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
"That brat Qin Feng... he's gone too far! He's utterly gone too far!"
Zhunti gritted his teeth, the fury in his eyes almost materializing and setting Mount Sumeru ablaze.
Although he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he still managed to pinpoint the culprit based on the last vestige of causal feedback.
Qin Feng.
It's Qin Feng again!
First, they ruined Taiyi Zhenren's plans at Skeleton Mountain, then they embarrassed the Jade Emperor in Heavenly Court, and now they've gone to the Underworld and destroyed the foundation of their Western Teachings!
That's a real troublemaker!
He's a jinx who's always getting on their bad side!
"No, we can't just let this go like this!"
Zhunti abruptly stopped, his eyes filled with malice.
"If we allow that brat to be so arrogant, what face will our Western Teachings have left? Who will still respect us saints in the future?"
"I'm going to find Houtu and get to the bottom of this! I'm going to make Qin Feng pay the price!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Zhunti a hand seal, and a vast and boundless divine Spiritual Sense instantly broke through the barrier of Mount Sumeru, ignoring spatial distance, and rushed straight towards the Netherworld with an overwhelming momentum of accusation.
Jieyin this, Jieyin sighed and released a Spiritual Sense to follow.
After all, it was their own territory that was vandalized. If they didn't show some resolve, they really wouldn't be able to survive in this Primordial World in the future.
Two divine Spiritual Sense, like two golden dragons spanning heaven and earth, instantly descended outside the Netherworld boundary.
" Houtu!"
Zhunti's Spiritual Sense transformed into a gigantic face that blotted out the sky, which was pressed against the boundary wall of the underworld, and let out a deafening roar.
"Though you have attained sainthood and enlightenment, you must still be aware of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"You tolerated your subordinates' violence, crippled my disciple, and ruined my opportunities. If you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame me..."
The harsh words weren't finished yet.
Even the last syllable of the word "seat" still echoed in the air.
A sudden change occurred.
The once calm and dark walls of the underworld suddenly rippled with an eerie light.
Immediately afterwards.
An indescribable, terrifying force rebounded from within the boundary wall.
That wasn't just Magic Power.
That was the sacred power of the Earthly Dao that Houtu had just mastered, fused with a hazy, Chaos Qi that seemed to come from before the creation of heaven and earth.
These two forces intertwined to form an absolute barrier that was indestructible and even possessed a strong counterattack capability.
Firewall.
It's still the kind of firewall that carries high-voltage electricity.
"Roll!"
There is only one word.
The voice did not belong to Houtu; it carried a hint of languor and disdain, and it boomed through the boundary wall.
boom--!!!
Zhunti's giant Spiritual Sense face, stuck to the boundary wall, looked like someone offering their face to be slapped in the face.
That force, a mixture of chaos and the Earthly Dao's essence, slammed violently into the sage's divine Spiritual Sense, directly repelling the two golden beams that attempted to invade.
The Mount Sumeru.
"Puff!"
Zhunti, who was casting a spell, suddenly shuddered, his face turned deathly pale, and he almost spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood.
He staggered back two steps, knocking over the table behind him, spilling the Spiritual Fruit and nectar all over the floor.
"The power of chaos..."
"That's the power of chaos!"
Zhunti clutched his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
"How is that possible? Houtu is merely a Saint of the Earthly Dao, how could she possibly mobilize the power of Chaos?!"
"That Qin Feng... what exactly is that Qin Feng?!"
That "get lost" sound just now was clearly Qin Feng's voice.
That instantaneous counterattack sent a shiver down his spine, even through this seasoned sage.
That's a form of suppression based on social status.
It's like a rabbit trying to bite a sleeping dragon, only to be flipped over and sent flying.
Jieyin's face was also ashen, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He also suffered the consequences.
Although not as severe as Zhunti, it was still enough to shock him.
"Can't get in..."
The Jieyin's voice was hoarse, and he slowly shook his head.
"The underworld... is sealed off."
"Those two joined forces and actually turned the entire Netherworld into an impenetrable fortress, so impenetrable even by the divine Spiritual Sense a saint."
"We... we've even been deprived of the right to question anyone."
shame.
This is absolutely the greatest humiliation they have suffered since they became saints.
His place was vandalized, his disciple was crippled, and he couldn't even get inside. He could only stand there in a helpless rage at his own doorstep.
If word got out, the Two Saints of the West might as well just smash their heads against a block of tofu and die.
But that's not the worst of it.
While the two sages were still reeling from the power of the word "get lost".
hold head high--!!!
A mournful dragon roar suddenly emanated from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
That is the Destiny Golden Dragon from Western Teachings.
The two of them turned around abruptly.
The golden dragon, which was usually not particularly thick but was still quite spirited, was now writhing in the pool in pain, as if its tendons had been pulled out.
Large patches of its scales fell off, and its once solid dragon body shriveled up at a visible rate.
One lap.
Two laps.
In just a few breaths.
The Destiny Golden Dragon had lost more than half its weight, becoming like a malnourished worm, lying lifelessly at the bottom of the pool, too weak even to cry out.
"My luck!!!"
Zhunti out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed onto the edge of the pool.
He looked at the listless golden dragon, his face twitching with heartache.
This is pure luck!
It was those two brothers who cheated and swindled... no, it was the little bit of wealth they painstakingly accumulated by converting those with affinity!
The West is inherently barren and lacks vitality.
The share held by the underworld is a crucial element in their future prosperity.
Now it's all right.
Once the connection to the underworld was severed, the chain reaction directly impacted the main base.
This wasn't just a matter of losing a piece of meat; someone used a large ladle to scoop the fattest piece of oil right out of their pot!
To cut off the fuel supply at the source.
A complete and utter elimination of the source of the problem.
" Qin Feng... Qin Feng..."
Zhunti's hands trembled as he tried to deduce the secrets of heaven, to figure out the origin of this damned variable, and to find its weakness so he could kill it.
But his fingers were practically sparking from all the counting.
His mind was in complete chaos.
Everything about Qin Feng is shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog.
Let alone its origins.
Even this name seems to be outside the causal laws of this time and space.
"I can't figure it out... I simply can't figure it out!"
Zhunti dejectedly lowered his hand, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes for the first time.
The unknown is the most terrifying thing.
A being who can casually produce top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, make goddesses like Shi Ji and Houtu fall for him, mobilize the power of chaos, and even block the deductions of sages.
This is hardly the Rogue Cultivator.
Could this be the illegitimate child of the Great Dao?!
"Senior brother, what should we do?"
Zhunti looked at Jieyin, completely Jieyin.
"It seems like our losses... are irrecoverable."
Jieyin looked at the pitiful Destiny Golden Dragon, and then at the direction of the underworld, the wrinkles on his bitter face seemed to deepen even further.
"This is no longer a question of whether we can get it back or not."
Jieyin said quietly, his tone carrying a hint of foreboding.
"Junior brother, don't you have a feeling?"
"How does it feel?"
"That scoundrel... doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping here."
Jieyin pointed to the mountain-protecting array that was trembling slightly.
"When I was doing my calculations just now, although I didn't figure out his background, I did foresee a certain scene."
"What scene?" Zhunti asked hurriedly.
Jieyin a deep breath and slowly uttered a few words:
"He's coming this way."
"You mean..." Zhunti's eyes widened, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves, "He's going to come to Mount Sumeru again?!"
"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"
"You stole our fortune, crippled our disciples, and now you want to come knocking on our door?"
"Do you really think our Two Saints of the West are made of clay?!"
Zhunti flew into a rage, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand shone brightly once more, exuding a murderous aura.
"Come on then!"
"If he dares to set foot on Mount Sumeru, I will make sure he knows that the Saint's Dojo are not a place for him to run wild!"
"Without the protection of the Earthly Dao Laws this time, let's see what he can use to fight me!"
However.
Seeing his junior brother's desperate stance, Jieyin felt completely uncertain.
He looked at the eastern horizon.
Indistinctly.
He seemed to see a huge dark cloud, carrying endless troubles and signs of financial ruin, rolling towards this barren Western world.