The wind has stopped.
It's not the kind of wind that stops raining in nature, but the wind direction of the entire Primordial World superstructure is completely dead.
With the self-exile of Heavenly Court Haotian Shangdi, and with the rise of the behemoth Golden Ao Island, the several Saint's Dojos that originally stood at the top of the Primordial World pyramid are now like several forgotten lonely graves, exuding a heart-stopping desolation.
Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
This used to be the base camp of the Chan Sect, a gathering place known as the gathering place for shuntianyingren and meritorious immortals.
At that time, even a crane at the door walked with a certain amount of arrogance with its head held high.
But now?
Weeds half as tall as a man actually grew in the gaps in the square paved with white jade.
The gold-lettered plaque with "Saint's Dojo" engraved on it hung crookedly on the lintel, and even had a huge spider web on it.
If it were in the past, there would have been children waving brooms to wipe away even a speck of dust.
But at this moment, no human voice could be heard from the huge Jade Void Palace.
Because the door is sealed.
There is no peerless formation, nor Heaven-Overturning Seal, Pangu Banner.
Just a piece of paper.
An ordinary piece of yellow talisman paper, even with some rough edges, was pasted so casually in the middle of the two closed doors.
There wasn't even any complicated spell drawn on it, just a crooked word written one stroke at a time -
"Seal".
But this word is as heavy as Primordial Divine Mountain.
It exudes a faint breath of Chaos Qi. The breath is not violent, but it carries an absolute and unquestionable power of rules.
It seemed as if he was telling the person inside: Just stay still and don't come out and embarrass yourself.
In the palace.
Yuanshi Tianzun is sitting on the cloud bed, with her hair in a messy bun. Eight Treasures Cloud Light Seat, who symbolizes the cause of all effects and is indestructible through all eternity, is as dim as a piece of waste stone at this moment.
He stared in the direction of the door.
His eyes seemed to be able to see through the thick palace door and see the ironic talisman paper.
"It's too much to bully others..."
Yuanshi dug his fingers deeply into the armrest, his knuckles turned white and even trembled slightly from the excessive exertion.
"Qin Feng kid, are you treating me... as a captive animal?!"
He wanted to roar, wanted to use Pangu Banner, smash the door, rush out and cut that ignorant boy into pieces.
But he didn't dare.
Just yesterday, he just released a wisp of Spiritual Sense tentatively, wanting to spy on the movement of Golden Ao Island.
It turns out that Spiritual Sense just touched the talisman paper.
Boom!
An extremely overbearing force of chaotic counter-shock followed Spiritual Sense and blasted directly into his sea of consciousness.
At that moment, he felt as if he had been hit hard on the head by Pangu Axe. The Saint Dao Fruit almost collapsed on the spot. He swallowed the mouthful of blood, causing internal injuries.
From that moment on, he understood.
This is not a seal.
This is a warning.
It was the man who stood at the door, put the knife on his neck, and told him with a smile: As long as you dare to take this step, there will be no more Chan Sect and no more Yuanshi in this world.
"That's all..."
Yuanshi slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, there is no dignity of a saint, only deep powerlessness.
He waved his hand, completely giving up the idea of summoning the remaining disciples.
"Give me the order to activate all the defensive formations of the Jade Void Palace. No one... is allowed to take a step outside."
"Just think of this Primordial World... and forget about us."
If Kunlun Mountain is a scene of deathly silence and desolation.
Then Western Teachings's Spirit Mountain is performing an extremely absurd comedy at this moment.
Eight Treasures Merit Pool side.
The Buddhist holy land that was originally supposed to be filled with Sanskrit Chants and golden lotuses in full bloom was now filled with strange sounds of reciting.
"Article 1: We must unite closely around the Immortal Alliance with Qin Feng Alliance Leader as the core."
"Article 2: Even if you are a saint, you have no privileges. You must always remain humble and be a god who is beneficial to Primordial World."
"Article 3: When you see Qin Feng Alliance Leader, you must salute with a smile and a loud voice..."
Two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, sit cross-legged on Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit.
However, what they held in their hands were not Buddhist beads or scriptures.
It is a beautifully printed book <Immortal Alliance Code of Conduct>.
What's even more outrageous is.
In the center of the Main Hall, the place originally dedicated to the two saints Dharma Form has been vacated.
Instead, there was a brand new golden statue that was a hundred feet tall.
The statue is carved lifelike, with its slightly lazy standing posture, its squinting eyes, and even the evil smile at the corner of its mouth fully restored.
It is Qin Feng.
The Arhats and Bodhisattvas kneeling below all looked at each other with expressions as uncomfortable as constipation.
"Teacher... Master."
Medicine Master Buddha finally couldn't bear it anymore and bravely raised his head.
"What are we doing...?"
"We are Western Teachings! We are the Saint Human Teachings sect with great ambitions! Why should we worship... an outsider?"
"Shut up!"
Zhunti opened his eyes suddenly, and those eyes that were usually full of calculations were full of fear at this moment.
He directly rolled up the Code of Conduct in his hand into a tube and hit it hard on Medicine Buddha's bald head.
"What outsider? That's Alliance Leader!"
"That is our Western Teachings's great benefactor! He is our great savior!"
Zhunti jumped down from the lotus platform and pointed at the statue of Qin Feng, spitting.
"You know nothing!"
"Then Qin Feng dares to stand up to even the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and even Immortal Slaying Sword Formation can be treated as a toy. Is our Western Teachings's little wealth enough to fill the gaps between people's teeth?"
"Senior brother said, this is called 'curved salvation'!"
Jieyin's bitter gourd face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, is even more bitter now and can drip juice.
He sighed, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully three times to the statue of Qin Feng.
"It's good, it's good."
"We are not afraid, this is... following our heart."
"As long as we keep our posture low enough and flatter us loudly enough, then Qin Feng Alliance Leader will not be able to hit the smiling man, but we will be embarrassed to tear down our Spirit Mountain, right?"
"Preach my decree!"
Jieyin stood up with a solemn and solemn voice.
"From today on, Spirit Mountain will have morning and evening classes. Instead of reciting sutras, I will recite <Quotes from the Immortal Alliance> instead."
"Be sure to memorize it every word and speak it clearly!"
"If anyone memorizes a word incorrectly, he will be expelled from the school!"
Looking at the group of disciples below who had to start reciting "Qin Feng's Quotations", Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other and saw deep happiness in each other's eyes.
Although it's embarrassing.
But at any rate... alive.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Tushita Palace.
This is Grand Supreme Elder Lao's dojo, and it is also the most Pure and Actionless place in the entire Primordial World.
Six Ding Divine Fire in Eight Trigrams Furnace has burned countless Yuanhui.
But today.
The fire in the furnace was a little erratic.
Grand Supreme Elder Lao holds Banana Leaf Fan and sits quietly in front of the stove.
His eyes did not look at the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir that was about to take shape in the furnace, but at his slightly trembling hand.
Supreme Forgetfulness.
This is the avenue of his cultivation.
Cut off all emotions and regard all things as stupid dogs, so as to conform to the way of heaven and reach the highest state of doing nothing and doing everything.
But now.
His heart was confused.
Whenever he tried to enter that ethereal realm, a picture would appear in his mind involuntarily.
That young man, it was just a punch.
There was nothing flashy about that punch, and it didn't even use any Magic Power, but it directly shattered all the rules and all the principles.
In front of that punch, the so-called Supreme Forgetfulness was like a joke.
"Afraid..."
Laojun murmured to himself, his voice old and hoarse.
He didn't want to admit it, but the crack deep inside Dao Heart was mocking him mercilessly.
He is afraid.
Fear of that completely unreasonable variable.
Fear of the mortal who can pull the saint off the altar.
"As long as he is here, this Primordial World... will no longer make sense."
"As long as he is around for a day, I, Supreme Forgetfulness, will be a joke full of flaws."
Huh--
Laojun waved Banana Leaf Fan in his hand violently.
It's not about fanning the wind to fan the fire.
Instead, it was an extremely cold wind.
Pfft.
Six Ding Divine Fire, which had been burning for hundreds of millions of years and symbolized the pinnacle of alchemy, was extinguished in an instant.
The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir that was about to be born in the furnace, which was enough to cause a rush in the three worlds, lost its heat and instantly turned into a ball of waste, emitting a burning smell.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn The two children were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground, trembling all over.
"Master, the fire... the fire is out!"
"It's good to destroy it."
Laojun threw away Banana Leaf Fan and slowly stood up. His whole body seemed to have aged countless times in an instant, his back was rickety, and he no longer had the slightest trace of the saintly demeanor.
He walked to the palace gate and looked at the vast starry sky outside, as well as the faint cheers of the new era coming from under the starry sky.
Later.
There was a roar.
Tushita Palace's door is closed heavily.
"From today on, Tushita Palace will close the furnace."
"I won't make elixirs anymore."
"I... practice closed-mouth meditation."
With this sigh fell.
The highest combat power of the entire Primordial World old era, those saints who were once aloof and regarded everyone as chess pieces.
On this same day.
They all chose silence and self-imprisonment.
It's not that they don't want to fight.
But they know.
The man named Qin Feng is no longer just a strong man.
He is of an era.
One that doesn't need the instructions of old gods like them...
A whole new era.