Faced with Qin Feng's provocation, which was enough to rip the sky apart.
Hongjun was not angry.
Or rather, at his level, he had already severed the Three Corpses and was no longer subject to the joys and sorrows of ordinary people.
He merely turned his head slightly, his utterly indifferent eyes sweeping lightly over the four disciples hiding behind him, who were looking on with schadenfreude.
Just one glance.
The sinister smile that Yuanshi Tianzun had just begun to wear froze.
Zhunti Daoren withdrew his hand from his thigh as if he had been electrocuted.
Taishang Laojun and Jieyin wished they could bury their heads in their crotches.
disappointment.
Utter disappointment.
Is this the sage chosen by Heaven?
Is this the supreme being who governs the Primordial World world on behalf of Heaven?
Getting beaten black and blue is one thing, but if you're not as skilled as your opponent, it just means you're not good enough.
But this arrogant, self-important attitude, even bordering on petty triumph, hardly reveals any trace of a sage's demeanor.
Hongjun withdrew his gaze, as if he were looking at four lumps of mud that couldn't be plastered on a wall, and didn't even bother to scold them.
Saying even one more word feels beneath me.
Then.
He looked at Qin Feng again.
This time, his gaze was no longer simply looking, but a higher-dimensional "examination".
The Jade Plate of Creation spun wildly in his sea of consciousness, emitting countless rays of divine light for deduction.
He's calculating.
To calculate Qin Feng's background, to calculate Qin Feng's origins, to calculate exactly where this variable came from.
One second.
Two seconds.
Hongjun's usually calm and collected brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
I can't see through it.
It was completely unfathomable.
In his view, Qin Feng was not a person at all.
Instead, it was a fog.
A deep, chaotic, indescribable, yet all-encompassing, swirling mist.
There is no past.
There is no future.
Even the causal chain of the present moment is broken in this person.
He was like an ink dot that appeared out of nowhere on a painting, completely out of place in this world, yet forcefully occupying the most conspicuous position.
How strange.
A ripple of emotion stirred within Hongjun.
Since he merged with the Heavenly Dao, all things in this Primordial World world, even the one that escaped, have been under his control.
Only the person in front of me.
It was an absolute blank.
"You are not from this world."
Hongjun spoke.
His tone was firm and left no room for doubt.
This statement caused an uproar in the audience.
Countless shocked gazes were cast at Qin Feng.
Not from this world? Then where did they come from? Chaos Demon God? Or from an even more distant unknown?
Qin Feng shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
Are you checking my household registration?
"Would you like me to take out my ID card so you can check it?"
Hongjun ignored the nonsensical teasing.
He lightly tapped the air with his bamboo cane.
Thump.
A soft sound silenced all the commotion in the world.
A grand, solemn, and irresistible will instantly enveloped the entire Boundary Breaker Pass as the bamboo staff fell.
That is the way of Heaven.
It's a rule.
This is the fundamental logic by which this world operates.
Faced with this will, both the arrogant and domineering immortals of the Jie Interception Sect and the ashen-faced members of the Chan Sect felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.
That is the insignificance and powerlessness of an ant facing the heavens.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He felt the sage's essence within him trembling; it was a suppression originating from the depths of his bloodline.
" The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation is a grand trend of the Heavenly Dao."
Hongjun's voice rang out again.
This time, it wasn't a dialogue, but a verdict.
It is a decree.
" The Cheng Tang is destined to perish, and the Zhou dynasty will rise."
" The Chan Sect, in accordance with the will of Heaven, should take charge of the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods and Investiture of the Gods on behalf of Heaven."
" The Interception Sect is shallow in its foundation and lacks virtue, so it is destined to suffer this calamity and use this body to fill the void in the Heavenly Court."
With each word uttered, a golden shackle appeared in the void.
With each word spoken, the hearts of the members of the Interception Sect grew heavier.
Hongjun raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping coldly over the tens of thousands of Jie Sect Disciple below who had just crawled back from the Ghost Gate Pass.
"This is the Heavenly Mandate."
"Irreversible."
"Cannot be changed."
boom!
These words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over the heads of the Interception Sect members who had just rekindled their hopes.
Cool to the bone.
The Golden Whip in Zhao Gongming's hand clattered to the ground.
Yun Xiao's previously excited face turned deathly pale, and her delicate body swayed precariously.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu was struck dumb, frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.
Heavenly Mandate?
Another Heavenly Mandate?
So even if he defeated the Four Saints, even if he utterly annihilated the Chan Sect, in the eyes of the Dao Ancestor, he still couldn't overcome the mere concept of " Heavenly Mandate "?
As for you.
Hongjun's gaze returned to Qin Feng, and he slightly raised the bamboo staff in his hand, pointing it into the depths of chaos.
"You are an anomaly, you shouldn't exist."
"Considering the difficulty of your cultivation and the fact that you haven't truly caused a major disaster."
"Retreat immediately and leave this Primordial World, and I will forgive and forget your past transgressions."
This is Hongjun's bottom line.
It was also his compromise.
He couldn't see through Qin Feng and didn't want to rashly start a war with this unknown being, lest he shatter the Primordial World and ruin his grand plan to merge with the Dao.
Therefore, he chose to expel them.
"If you leave now, everything that just happened will be wiped clean."
"If they remain stubbornly unrepentant..."
Hongjun did not continue speaking.
But the sudden condensation of the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder behind him, and the faintly emerging chains of the Three Thousand Great Daos Laws, already explained everything.
I'm not leaving.
That would be to be an enemy of the entire Heavenly Dao.
silence.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Yuanshi Tianzun smiled.
Although his face was still swollen and his smile looked worse than a cry, he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes.
Did you see that?
That's fate!
This is the backstage area!
So what if Qin Feng is a powerful fighter? Can you defeat the Dao Ancestor? Can you defeat the Heavenly Dao?
In the end, won't they still have to slink away in disgrace?
Zhunti straightened his back even more, his swollen eyes flashing with a vicious light.
Get out!
Get out of here!
Once you're gone, let's see how the Buddha deals with these remnants of the Interception Sect!
All the pressure was now focused on Qin Feng alone.
Yun Xiao bit her lip so hard that she didn't even realize blood was seeping out.
She watched Qin Feng's retreating figure, her heart filled with fear.
She was afraid.
They were afraid that Qin Feng might really leave.
If he leaves, the Interception Sect will truly be finished.
But she dared not ask him to stay, for that was the Dao Ancestor, an invincible being. How could she selfishly let Qin Feng die for the sake of the Interception Sect?
"Let's go..."
The Tongtian Jiaozhu closed his eyes, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks.
His voice was hoarse, carrying an endless sense of desolation.
"Good son-in-law, you may leave now."
" The Interception Sect... accepts its fate."
He cannot be a burden to Qin Feng.
Having gone this far, we have already done everything we could.
This damned Heavenly Mandate, this damned destiny, let Tongtian bear it all alone.
The wind howled past.
It stirred up clouds of dust and sand.
In this suffocating oppression.
Faced with this doomed tragedy.
"Oh."
A soft chuckle.
It rang out abruptly.
The sound was not loud, and no Magic Power was used.
But at this moment, it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
Everyone was stunned.
The smile of the Yuanshi Tianzun froze.
Hongjun's indifferent gaze froze.
Even the Tongtian Jiaozhu suddenly opened his eyes.
Qin Feng lowered his head, his shoulders shrugging.
He was smiling.
It wasn't a helpless, bitter smile, nor was it a forced smile.
Instead, he... scoffed.
That was a heartfelt mockery when one heard the most absurd and ridiculous joke in the world.
"Ha..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained.
Finally, it turned into a burst of unrestrained laughter, which shook the surrounding void.
Qin Feng laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes.
He laughed as he pointed at Hongjun, who was high above him, as if he were looking at an emperor in new clothes.
" Heavenly Mandate?"
"Irreversible?"
Was this calamity destined to befall us?
Qin Feng abruptly stopped laughing.
His expression instantly turned cold, his eyes like knives piercing the sky.
"Old man, have you been staying in that Purple Heavens Palace for too long? Has your brain gotten rusty?"
"Or do you think all living beings in this Primordial World are fools, easily fooled by you?"
He took a step forward.
This step shattered the suppressive aura set up by Hongjun.
This step shattered the so-called majesty of the saint.
"Does the Chan Sect's killing and arson constitute conformity to the will of Heaven?"
"Is the Interception Sect's defense of the homeland a violation of the will of Heaven?"
"You four ganging up on one person, and that's acting on behalf of Heaven?"
"You think I can beat you all into dogs with a single punch and call myself an anomaly?"
Qin Feng's lips curled into a highly sarcastic smile.
He raised his hand, pointing to the shattered sky, his voice booming like thunder:
"What utter bullshit about the Heavenly Mandate!"
"To put it bluntly, isn't it just a matter of you saying a few words?"
"Whoever you want to die is unlucky; whoever you want to live is lucky."
"Is this what they call the Way of Heaven?"
"Is this what you call fairness?"
"Pah!"
Although he spat on the ground, it seemed as if he had spat on Hongjun's face.
The entire site was petrified.
Millions of lives were left with a buzzing in their heads, their worldviews shattered.
Did you curse?
Did he really curse?
Pointing his finger at the Dao Ancestor and cursing the Heavenly Dao as utter nonsense?
This is beyond arrogance.
This is defying the heavens!
The Yuanshi Tianzun trembled violently, his finger pointing at Qin Feng shaking as if he had late-stage Parkinson's disease.
"How dare you! You've blasphemed against the Heavenly Dao! You're courting death!"
Qin Feng didn't even glance at him, and slapped him across the air with his backhand.
"Why are you interrupting when adults are talking?"
Snap!
The other side of Yuanshi Tianzun's face was also swollen, making it completely symmetrical now.
After slapping Hongjun, Qin Feng looked at him again, his fighting spirit not only not diminishing, but burning even more intensely.
"Since you say it's Heavenly Mandate..."
"Alright then."
"I will stand right here today."
Qin Feng spread his arms wide, shielding the entire Interception Sect Ten Thousand Immortals, the Yun Xiao behind him, and the desperate Tongtian Jiaozhu behind him.
He was not tall.
But at this moment, it was like an insurmountable Mount Buzhou.
"I will protect the Interception Sect."
"I will protect Yun Xiao."
"I will protect these creatures that you call 'furry and horned'."
He stared at Hongjun, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, with a resounding tone:
"Let's see if your so-called ' Heavenly Mandate ' can overcome my fist."
"Could you...?"
"Don't hurt them in the slightest!"