Suppressing Hongjun, Stripping His Heavenly Dao Authority

The wind Mount Sumeru carried a lingering scent of blood.

Qin Feng stood on the golden lotus, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing directly on the closing gates of the Purple Heavens Palace.

The matter is not over yet.

Running someone away is one thing.

Revoking administrator privileges is another matter.

Since we've said we're going to change things up, we need to clean up the old system's residual code to prevent that old man from hiding in the background and doing dirty tricks in the future.

"Qin Feng..."

Jieyin trembled as he raised his head, looking at the man who had raised his right hand to the void, his heart leaping into his throat.

What else is needed?

Even the Dao Ancestor was driven to despair by the attack; must we still pursue and exterminate them all?

Qin Feng ignored the horrified looks around him.

He raised his palm and clenched it in the air.

His expression was indifferent, like a judge reading a final verdict, or a programmer pressing the irreversible "format" button.

"Deprivation."

Two words.

To describe it lightly.

There were no desperate roars, no thunderous surges of Magic Power.

But the moment that sound fell, the entire Primordial World, whether it was the Heavenly Court above the Nine Heavens or the Underworld below the Nine Netherworlds, experienced a strange resonance at the same time.

Buzz!

An invisible shackle has been broken.

Immediately afterwards.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the direction of the Purple Heavens Palace.

"Ah!!!"

The sound was extremely shrill, carrying a despair that came from the depths of the soul.

Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes widened suddenly.

They witnessed the most incredible scene of their lives.

In the void, countless golden threads that were originally hidden and invisible were now as if forcibly pulled out by an invisible hand.

Those silk threads connect heaven and earth, all things, the sun, moon, and stars, and ultimately converge into the depths of the Purple Heavens Palace.

That is power.

It was the Heavenly Dao that granted Hongjun the highest authority to manage the Primordial World.

"No... that's mine! That's the culmination of my billions of years of hard work!!"

Hongjun's roar echoed through the void, tinged with sobs and madness.

For someone who has attained the Dao, being stripped of their authority is a thousand times more painful than being skinned alive. It is a denial of their existence, a forced descent from their pedestal and a descent into the mire.

"Noisy."

Qin Feng frowned slightly, then suddenly pulled his hand, which was gripping the void, backward.

Collapse!

Collapse!

Collapse!

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The golden threads representing the identity of the "representative of Heaven's Way" were forcibly torn off by an overwhelmingly domineering force.

Countless golden sparks exploded from the direction of the Purple Heavens Palace, like a grand fireworks display, yet also a lament for the end of an old era.

As the last thread broke.

Hongjun's aura completely fell from that lofty position of "Heavenly Dao".

He remains a saint.

It still possesses world-destroying power.

But he is no longer the Daoist Dao Ancestor who "bestowed divine authority upon his words and Words Manifested into Law law."

Now, he is merely a cultivator with slightly higher cultivation level, a prisoner stripped of his political rights for life.

"This... this is it ruined?"

Zhunti slumped to the ground, staring at the golden light of the Great Dao scattering across the sky, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

That's too harsh.

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like smashing someone's rice bowl and taking away their livelihood.

From then on, in this Primordial World, even Hongjun's words Zhunti's.

As Qin Feng watched the golden light dissipate, the coldness in his eyes gradually faded.

He slowly lowered his hand.

The terrifying pressure that had made it hard for everyone to breathe also receded like the tide.

it's over.

The mountain that had been weighing on everyone's heads for countless eons was finally removed.

Just then...

A warm, soft little hand gently grasped his large hand, which still carried a hint of murderous intent.

Qin Feng paused slightly and turned his head.

She was met with a pair of gentle, watery eyes.

Nuwa stood beside him, saying nothing, simply watching him quietly.

There was no fear of power, nor disgust for violence, in those eyes.

I feel nothing but heartache.

She knew that everything this man had just done, seemingly domineering and ruthless, was actually for the sake of all living beings, and for her as well, breaking the last shackle.

If we don't go this far, that cunning and scheming Hongjun will eventually make a comeback.

Are you tired?

Nuwa raised her hand and gently wiped away non-existent beads of sweat from Qin Feng's forehead with her sleeve, her tone as gentle as a spring breeze.

Qin Feng's restless heart instantly calmed down.

He grasped Nuwa's hand in return, their fingers intertwined.

That fierce aura transformed into gentle tenderness at that moment.

"Not tired."

Qin Feng smiled, a hint of childlike smugness in his smile.

"My hands are a little sore, you'll have to give me a massage later."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Nuwa nodded obediently, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

She turned around, looked at the sky that had turned a deep blue, and took a deep breath.

In the air.

Without the constraints of those oppressive rules, there is more freedom and agility.

"It's over."

Nuwa murmured softly, as if offering solace to the past, or perhaps expressing hope for the future.

"Yes, it's over."

Qin Feng put his arm around her shoulder and let her head rest against his chest.

"From this day forward, we shall call the shots in this Primordial World."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Two Saints of the West who were still trembling, and then looking at the Great Powers of the Primordial World in the distance who were peeking out, eager to find out what was going on.

at last.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of Shouyang Mountain, the human race's Shouyang Mountain.

Now that the boss has been fired, it's time to reorganize the company.

Those goddesses who were once used as pawns, tools, and sacrifices in arranged marriages...

It's time for them to take over and become the masters of their own destiny.

"Let's go, honey."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit beneath his feet instantly shone brightly, transforming into a stream of light that carried the two of them into the sky.

Where to?

"Go collect the debts."

Qin Feng's voice drifted in the wind, carrying a hint of cynical laughter.

"The fight was so loud it messed up my hairstyle. I'll have to ask the Jade Emperor in Heavenly Court for compensation for this emotional distress."

Watching the two figures walk away.

At the Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the relief of surviving a calamity in each other's eyes.

"Senior brother... would you say we've... latched onto a powerful figure?"

Zhunti touched his bald head, feeling a little unreal.

Jieyin a wry smile, glanced at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, which was half-drained, and his lips twitched twice.

I guess so.

"But clinging to this powerful figure... is a bit wasteful of water."

"Pass down the order!"

Jieyin, Jieyin's expression turned serious, and he shouted loudly at the Western Teachings Mount Sumeru.

"From this day forward, seeing Qin Feng is the same as seeing me!"

"Furthermore, from now on, whenever you see the Empress Nuwa, bow down to the ground! Anyone who dares to be disrespectful will be expelled from the sect!"

Times have changed.

Those two opportunists need to switch sides quickly.