Hongjun Battles Qin Feng, the Clash of Old and New Orders

The atmosphere Mount Sumeru froze at that moment.

Qin Feng's words, "She is mine now," were like a resounding slap across Hongjun's face, a face that represented the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

This is not just about poaching people.

This is an attempt to seize the right to interpret the laws of Heaven.

It is a death sentence handed down to the old order.

"Good... very good!"

Hongjun, enraged, laughed instead. His laughter was dry and harsh, like two rusty millstones rubbing together violently.

Two tangible purple flames now ignited in his once cold and indifferent eyes.

"I have ruled the Heavenly Dao for countless eons, witnessing the changing of the world and laughing at the rise and fall of gods and demons."

"I've never seen such a reckless madman as you!"

As Hongjun finished speaking, the entire Primordial World seemed to tremble.

The sky, which had just regained its clarity, was once again covered by a deeper, more despairing purple.

That's not a cloud.

That is the embodiment of the law.

It is the ultimate judgment of Heaven upon "heretics".

"Today, I will show you what Heaven is! What the Dao is!"

Hongjun pressed his hands down sharply.

Rumble--!

The sky collapsed.

Endless purple lightning magma poured down, like the Milky Way flowing backwards from the heavens. Each drop of lightning magma contained destructive power enough to annihilate Daluo Golden Immortal.

This is not a tribulation of lightning.

This is annihilation.

It's a complete cleanup by formatting the entire area.

At this point, Jieyin and Zhunti no longer had the strength to beg for mercy.

The two men were like two terrified ostriches, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

It's over.

It's completely over.

An attack of this magnitude would likely sink not only Mount Sumeru, but the entire Western continent, returning it to the state of earth, wind, water, and fire.

"Is this... the true power of a teacher?"

Jieyin looked at the sea of lightning pressing down on him with despair, his eyes filled with utter defeat.

Before such immense power, even a saint is but a slightly stronger ant.

However.

Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He even had the leisure to straighten Nuwa's skirt, which had been ruffled by the wind.

Are you scared?

Qin Feng looked down at the slightly pale, exquisitely beautiful face in his arms, his tone as gentle as if he were asking, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Nuwa raised her head.

As she gazed at the destructive sea of lightning pressing down from the sky, a flicker of instinctive fear flashed in her heterochromatic eyes.

But then...

When her gaze met Qin Feng's calm and serene eyes, all her fear vanished instantly.

"I'm not afraid."

Nuwa shook her head, wrapped her arms around Qin Feng's waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

"With you here, even if the sky falls, it's just a blanket."

Qin Feng smiled.

He smiled happily, showing great affection.

"You have such a sweet tongue."

There will be a reward later.

After saying that.

He finally deigned to shift his gaze from Nuwa, casually glancing at the purple sea of lightning overhead that was about to engulf them.

That look in his eyes.

With three parts nonchalance and seven parts impatience.

It's like watching a buzzing fly.

"So noisy."

Qin Feng still had one arm around Nuwa, while casually waving the other hand upwards.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of Magic Power.

There were no dazzling, colorful supernatural lights or shadows.

Not even a gust of wind was stirred.

Buzz--

A dusty gray barrier appeared out of thin air above their heads.

The barrier looked as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it could be blown away with a single breath. Chaotic and unpredictable air currents flowed across it, turbid, primordial, and devoid of any discernible rules.

The next second.

The devastating purple sea of lightning slammed violently into the thin gray barrier.

Jieyin and Zhunti instinctively closed their eyes, awaiting death.

However.

The anticipated explosion did not occur.

There was no loud noise.

There was no shockwave.

The violent energy, powerful enough to destroy an entire world, vanished without a trace the instant it touched the gray barrier, as if it had disappeared into thin air.

Devour.

No.

It's assimilation.

That's not just defense, but a higher-dimensional attack.

It's like a drop of ink falling into the ocean; aside from slightly changing the color of the water, it doesn't cause any waves.

In the blink of an eye.

The sea of lightning that filled the sky vanished completely.

At the Mount Sumeru, that eerie tranquility returned once more.

Only that gray barrier remained lazily suspended there, even letting out a burp and exhaling a faint smoke ring.

"This..."

Hongjun, who was in mid-air, suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.

A crack finally appeared on his face, which had maintained its majesty for millions of years.

That was astonishment.

It's unbelievable.

It was also a deep self-doubt.

"Impossible..."

"That is the power of the very origin of Heaven! It is the highest law of judgment in the Primordial World!"

"How could you possibly...?"

Hongjun could not understand.

This was beyond his comprehension.

This power is not recorded in the Creation Jade Disk, nor can this code be found in the Heavenly Dao Database.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had done something insignificant.

He raised his head, looked at the horrified old man in mid-air, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

That's it?

Just two short words.

It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Hongjun felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and he trembled with rage.

"You brat! This is outrageous!"

Hongjun roared, and the Creation Jade Disk in his hand spun wildly. He tried to mobilize the power of the Heavenly Dao again to launch an even more ferocious attack.

However.

Just as he was about to form the hand seal...

Qin Feng's gaze swept over them again.

This time.

No longer careless.

Rather, it's a gaze that instantly becomes sharp as a knife and cold as ice.

Buzz!

Their gazes met in the void.

Hongjun's body suddenly stiffened.

In that instant.

It was just for that one instant.

He felt his connection with the Dao... severed.

It's like a driver speeding down a highway who suddenly discovers that the steering wheel has vanished, the brakes have failed, and the accelerator has been cut off.

The loss of absolute control instilled in him an unprecedented sense of panic.

0.1 second.

This time is very short.

So short that even an ordinary person wouldn't have time to blink.

But for a sage, for Hongjun who was in harmony with the Dao, this one-hundredth of a second of "disconnection" was enough for him to feel the fatal weightlessness of falling from the clouds to the mortal world.

Bang!

Hongjun stumbled, his body swaying violently, and he almost fell directly off the cloud.

His face was deathly pale, he was breathing heavily, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.

That's fear of the unknown.

It is an instinctive tremor in the face of a higher power.

"What... what exactly did you do?"

Hongjun's voice trembled slightly as he gripped the Creation Jade Disk tightly in his hand, as if it were his last lifeline.

Qin Feng did not answer.

He simply took a step forward.

This step has been taken.

Thump!

The entire Mount Sumeru trembled.

Lying on the Zhunti, Zhunti felt as if that foot had stepped on his heart, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

That's incredible.

This is not just a suppression of cultivation level.

This is an absolute crushing defeat on a level of life.

It's like a giant dragon walking into a flock of sheep; even if it does nothing, its mere presence is enough to cause the flock to collapse.

What did I do?

Qin Feng smiled, a smile that shone brightly in the sunlight, yet sent a chill down Hongjun's spine.

"I just unplugged your internet cable."

"Network cable?"

Hongjun looked completely bewildered, utterly unable to understand the meaning of the word.

But he understood the contempt in Qin Feng's tone.

"Hongjun, you've grown old."

Qin Feng shook his head, his tone tinged with regret, but even more so with a sense of disappointment and disdain.

"Holding onto a fragmented Creation Jade Disk, guarding this tiny patch of land, does that mean you're an omniscient and omnipotent god?"

"Your so-called harmony with the Dao is nothing more than turning yourself into a cold, impersonal program."

"Your so-called order is nothing but stagnant water."

With each sentence Qin Feng spoke, he took a step forward.

With each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

When he reached a point less than five zhang away from Hongjun, his boundless and abyss-like aura completely overwhelmed the pressure of the Heavenly Dao, becoming the sole center of this world.

"You..."

Hongjun retreated step by step, his face extremely grim.

He wanted to argue.

I want to scold him.

But he found that under Qin Feng's aura, he was even losing his courage to speak little by little.

"This is impossible... I am the Dao Ancestor! The teacher of all immortals!"

Hongjun roared madly in his heart, trying to use these past glories to stabilize his Dao Heart.

But Qin Feng's next words shattered his last line of defense.

"Dao Ancestor?"

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight into Hongjun's heart.

That was before.

"From this day forward, the sky of this Primordial World world will change its color."

"These Primordial World rules need to be rewritten."

Qin Feng turned around, pointed to Nuwa behind him who was looking at him with an expression of worship, and then pointed to the Destiny Golden Dragon that was cheering and roaring in the distance.

"The new order doesn't need old antiques like you who treat all living beings like leeks."

"What we want is freedom, passion, and the freedom to love and hate as we please!"

Boom--!

As Qin Feng finished speaking...

The Destiny Golden Dragon that stretched across the sky seemed to understand his words, and it raised its head and let out a dragon roar that shook the three realms.

Amidst the roar of the dragon.

The last trace of Heavenly Dao's oppressive power that had lingered between heaven and earth completely dissipated.

Instead, it took its place.

It is a vibrant, new life full of endless possibilities.

Nuwa looked at the spirited man before her, her eyes overflowing with love.

This is the path she desires.

This is the life she longs for.

Even if it meant going against the entire world, she would do it willingly.

"Madman..."

Hongjun stared at the scene before him, his lips trembling, and finally managed to squeeze out those two words.

"You're all crazy!"

"Without the restraint of order, this Primordial World will be destroyed by your hands sooner or later!"

"Since you all want to die..."

A resolute glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

He knew that conventional methods were no longer sufficient to defeat Qin Feng.

Since that's the case.

Then let's use our last trump card.

Even if it means the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, even if it means losing his Saint Position, he absolutely cannot allow this uncontrollable "variable" to continue to exist!

"Heaven's will prevails!"

Hongjun suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of his primordial blood onto the Creation Jade Disk.

"Disciple Hongjun is willing to sacrifice billions of years of cultivation, beseeching the will of Heaven to descend and slay the heretics!"

He wants to summon the true consciousness of the Heavenly Dao!

It's not about borrowing power, but about letting that indifferent, mechanical "it" that only follows absolute rules personally take the stage!

Boom!

The Creation Jade Disk instantly turned blood red.

An indescribable, terrifying will awakened from the depths of that unknown void, slowly opening its cold, gigantic eye.