Qin Feng Appears, Primal Beginning Saint's Edict Descends

When the dust and smoke cleared, Taiyi Zhenren's disheveled figure was frozen in the sight of all onlookers, like a statue of shame.

Within the ruins, he knelt on one knee. His once elegant apricot-yellow Daoist Robe was now tattered rags, a glaring golden bloodstain marred the corner of his mouth, and a sunken, circular imprint on his chest silently spoke of the terror of the previous blow.

His aura was at its weakest, and his immortal face was etched with pain, confusion, and an endless, bone-deep disbelief.

He had lost.

He, the dignified Taiyi Zhenren, one of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, personally taught by a Saint, had been severely injured by a newborn infant with a companion spirit treasure, all in a single move.

This thought, like the most venomous nightmare, grew wildly in his Primordial Spirit's sea of consciousness, gnawing at the pride and dignity he had built over countless eons.

"Pfft!"

With his mind in turmoil, Taiyi Zhenren spat out another mouthful of golden blood, his aura becoming even more ethereal and unstable.

No!

He couldn't let it end like this!

A madness, more fervent than his previous rage, ignited from the depths of Taiyi Zhenren's eyes.

This wasn't just his personal defeat; it concerned the Chan Sect's honor and the Saint's grand design!

The Spirit Pearl must be taken away!

This so-called wild immortal, this fiend who dared to humiliate a disciple of a Saint, must die!

"Ahhhhhh--!"

Taiyi Zhenren let out a bestial roar to the heavens, his eyes instantly turning blood red.

He suddenly rose from the ruins, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman, no longer possessing any trace of immortal grace.

"You forced my hand!"

"All of you die! Turn to ash!"

He roared hoarsely, his hands rapidly forming an extremely profound hand seal before his chest.

As the hand seal took shape, a destructive aura a hundred times more terrifying than before erupted from his body.

He opened his mouth and spat, a nine-colored auspicious cloud soaring into the sky.

Within the auspicious cloud, a palm-sized, ancient-looking cover, adorned with nine lifelike divine dragons coiled around it, spun rapidly.

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!

One of the Chan Sect's foundational treasures, Taiyi Zhenren's renowned ultimate weapon, a Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure of infinite power!

With this treasure's appearance, heaven and earth changed color.

The entire sky above Chentang Pass was instantly enveloped by a heat so intense it could melt the void.

"Not good!" In the void, a hidden Great Power cried out in alarm, "Has Taiyi gone mad? He's even brought out the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

"Once this treasure is unleashed, it's a fight to the death! The Samadhi True Fire burns all things; even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would lose a layer of skin upon contact! The countless lives in Chentang Pass are likely to suffer undeserved disaster!"

Li Jing and his wife were so terrified their faces turned ashen. Under this destructive pressure, even their thoughts almost ceased, leaving only the most primal fear.

Shi Ji's expression also instantly became extremely grave. She could feel that the power contained within that cover was enough to instantly refine her into dregs.

Her gaze subconsciously drifted to the figure still seated calmly before her.

Taiyi Zhenren's face contorted in ferocity as he pointed at the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover from afar.

"Nine dragons circle the sky, divine fire refines the world! Burn them!"

Hum--!

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover instantly expanded, transforming into a massive canopy covering the entire General's Mansion.

The nine divine dragons coiled upon it seemed to come alive, letting out a heaven-shattering dragon roar in unison. Their mouths opened, spewing out endless, nine-colored divine flames carrying an aura of destruction!

Before the flames even fell, the pavilions, towers, flowers, and trees within the General's Mansion began to spontaneously combust, twist, and turn into flying ash.

The ground cracked, and the air filled with the smell of sulfur.

The apocalypse had arrived.

A mad and triumphant smile spread across Taiyi Zhenren's face.

He could already see the scene of that damned man, that damned fiend, along with all the lowly beings in this city, screaming in agony and turning to ashes under his divine fire.

However, at the very instant the world-ending divine fire was about to descend.

The man who, from beginning to end, had not even lifted an eyelid, Qin Feng, finally moved.

He didn't even stand up.

He merely cast a faint glance at Taiyi Zhenren in the sky and the arrogant Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.

Just that one glance.

A glance that spanned ten thousand years.

An invisible, supreme power, indescribable by words, imperceptible to divine sense, and transcending all the Daos of heaven and earth, emanated from Qin Feng, instantly enveloping the entire scene.

Time seemed to be paused at that moment.

The space completely solidified in that instant.

The nine divine dragons roaring and spewing flames stopped abruptly, their ferocious expressions frozen forever.

The nine-colored divine fire, capable of burning mountains, boiling seas, and refining Golden Immortals, halted three feet above the ground. Every flicker of the flames seemed like a slow-motion movie played billions of times slower.

The dust swirling in the air was motionless.

The desperate expressions on Li Jing and his wife's faces were frozen like sculptures.

Even the divine senses of the Great Powers peeking from the void were, at this moment, bound in place by an irresistible force, unable to move.

The entire world had turned into a perfectly still piece of amber.

And Taiyi Zhenren was the most conspicuous bug within this amber.

He was frozen in mid-air, maintaining his posture of pointing forward with a crazed smile.

His thoughts could still function.

And precisely because they could still function, an unprecedented fear, emanating from the deepest part of his soul, instantly drowned everything within him like a bursting dam.

What kind of power was this?

It wasn't magic power, nor immortal essence, and certainly not any kind of heavenly law he knew.

This was... Dao!

It was a supreme, ultimate Dao power that he could not comprehend, could not imagine, and that transcended the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World!

In the face of this power, his proud Golden Immortal cultivation, his Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover which he considered his trump card, had become a complete joke.

He felt like he was no longer a high-and-mighty Chan Sect Golden Immortal, but an ant gently pinched by a giant's fingertip.

The other party didn't even need to exert force; with just a thought, they could completely erase him, along with his Primordial Spirit and true spirit, from this world without leaving a trace.

Fear!

Extreme fear instantly shattered all his madness and rage.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't utter a sound.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even move a finger.

In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, all dignity and pride seemed so pale and powerless.

The shadow of death had never loomed so clearly over him.

He didn't want to die!

Driven by the instinct for survival, Taiyi Zhenren used the last sliver of strength he could muster by burning his Primordial Spirit, and from the depths of his soul, he let out an extremely sorrowful cry.

"Master... save me!"

This cry pierced through the solidified space, tore through the frozen time, and echoed through the nine heavens and ten earths, carrying endless despair and hope.

The moment the words fell.

An anomaly occurred again!

On Kunlun Mountain, within the Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who sat majestically on the cloud bed, appearing to exist alongside eternity, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes held no emotion, only the indifference of the Heavenly Dao's cycles and the rise and fall of the universe.

The next moment.

Boom—!!!

In the nine heavens, without any warning, purple energy surged eastward for thirty thousand miles!

Endless auspicious energy transformed into golden flowers and purple lotuses, falling from the void.

A vast, majestic, and supreme sacred might, so powerful it made the entire Primordial World tremble, poured down like a heavenly river, instantly enveloping an area of hundreds of millions of miles around Chentang Pass!

Under this sacred might, whether mortal, immortal, god, demon, or those Grand Unity Golden Immortals hidden in the void.

All living beings felt an absolute suppression originating from their very life level.

It was as if a supreme ruler was casting a cold gaze down from the nine heavens.

"Saint... Saint!"

"It's the pressure of Primal Beginning Saint!"

In the void, the divine senses of the Great Powers that had been imprisoned regained their mobility, but they erupted with even more shocked mental fluctuations than before.

Immediately after, amidst the sky full of purple energy, a decree of resplendent golden light, flowing with supreme Dao Charm, slowly broke through the void and descended.

On the decree, there were only eight ancient characters formed by Great Dao runes.

[Chan Sect disciples, return to Kunlun swiftly]

Each character contained an irrefutable, unyielding will of a Saint!

With the appearance of the decree, the terrifying pressure of the Saint rose to its zenith!

"Thump!"

"Plop!" "Plop!"

Inside Chentang Pass, Li Jing and his wife, along with the entire mansion's soldiers, servants, and attendants, all uncontrollably prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, not even daring to look up.

This was the majesty of a Saint, the highest level of life imprint in the Primordial World. Below Saints, all were ants, and no one could resist!

Shi Ji's face also turned deathly pale in an instant.

She did her best, mobilizing all her magical power, and only barely managed to keep herself from kneeling on the spot, but her legs had already begun to tremble violently and uncontrollably, making her sway precariously.

The entire world fell silent.

All beings bowed their heads, all spirits prostrated themselves.

However, amidst this silence that represented absolute authority, there was one discordant scene that stood out, exceptionally jarring.

The space that had been frozen, as the Saint's edict descended, quietly unsealed.

But Qin Feng remained seated on that ordinary stone stool.

As if the Saint's pressure, which could crush the spine of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, was merely a gentle breeze against his face.

Against the backdrop of all beings kneeling and trembling, his composure and ease appeared so out of place, and so breathtaking.

He slowly picked up the cup of tea on the table, which had already gone cold.

Then, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd kneeling on the ground, over Taiyi Zhenren, who had regained his freedom but was still full of terror.

Finally, it landed on the golden edict suspended in the nine heavens, emanating infinite majesty, representing the will of a Saint.

The corner of his mouth slowly curved into an arc.

In that smile, there was no reverence, no solemnity, not even a shred of concern.

Only, a disdain and cold sneer, etched into his very bones.