Confronting a Saint's Edict, Force It Back

The Saint's Edict descended, and heaven and earth submitted.

That pressure, which transcended all Daos, was like countless primordial divine mountains crushing down upon the Primordial Spirits of all living beings.

Taiyi Zhenren, kneeling on the ground, was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of ecstatic relief, a feeling of having survived a great calamity, that drowned out all his fear and humiliation the moment that familiar Saintly might, emanating from his Master, descended.

Master had made a move!

A Saint had personally issued an Edict!

He was saved!

Taiyi Zhenren suddenly raised his head. A twisted, ferocious smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

He stared intently at the figure who remained seated like an unmoving mountain, his eyes filled with malicious glee.

Did you see that?

You rogue immortal!

This is the majesty of a Saint! This is the foundation of the Chan Sect!

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than a Saint?

Before a Saint, you're less than an ant!

When Master's Edict suppresses you, I will rip out your Primordial Spirit and roast it with Samadhi True Fire for eons, ensuring you can neither live nor die!

And that brat, that little beast who dared to humiliate me, must also be taken back to the Jade Void Palace, have all his sentience stripped away, and be reforged, so he pays the price for his arrogance for all eternity!

Taiyi Zhenren's heart roared madly, venting its fury.

Just then, the Primordial Spirit Edict, suspended in the Ninth Heaven, seemed to sense Nezha, who carried the Chaos Origin, below.

Buzz--!

Golden light erupted, tens of thousands of times more intense than before!

The entire Edict seemed to come alive. The supreme Saintly Dao Charm was no longer mere pressure but transformed into tangible power!

Under Taiyi Zhenren's ecstatic gaze, and the horrified divine senses of all the Great Powers, the golden Edict began to twist and extend, transforming into a colossal golden hand that blotted out the sky!

This hand was so immense it seemed capable of grasping the entirety of Chentang Pass within its palm.

Every palm line on it flowed with the trajectory of Heavenly Dao laws, and its fingertips were wreathed in the terrifying aura of cosmic creation and destruction.

It ignored the distance of space, ignored all obstacles, and from the Ninth Heaven, it lunged towards Nezha in Qin Feng's embrace!

This grasp seemed to represent the will of the Heavenly Dao, the trajectory of fate, irresistible and unavoidable.

Anything below the Quasi-Saint realm would be reduced to dust upon contact!

"Hahaha! Excellent!" Taiyi Zhenren couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice filled with the exhilaration of vindication.

Take him away! Hurry and take that brat away!

In the void, the Great Powers, who were almost suffocated by the Saintly might, sent out desperate waves of thought.

"It's over, the Saint has gotten serious and intends to forcibly seize the Son of Heavenly Mandate!"

"This hand contains a trace of Saintly Dao Charm, who can resist it? That mysterious expert is likely to perish here today!"

"A pity, a pity, such a figure should not have clashed head-on with a Saint!"

At the moment everyone believed the outcome was sealed.

Amidst Taiyi Zhenren's wild laughter.

Under the utterly numb and despairing eyes of Li Jing and his wife.

Qin Feng, the man who had sat calmly from beginning to end, finally set down the cup of now-cold tea in his hand.

Click.

A soft sound, making it incredibly abrupt in the deathly silent world.

He made no complex movements, possessed no earth-shattering aura, and didn't even stand up.

He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes, for the first time, truly looking towards the sky.

His gaze pierced through the sky-obscuring golden giant hand and landed directly on the Edict itself.

Then, Qin Feng's thin lips parted slightly.

A single word, spoken from his mouth, was uttered plainly.

The sound was not loud, yet it was like the primordial sound of creation, echoing with perfect clarity to every corner of the Primordial World, imprinting itself deep within the Primordial Spirits of all living beings.

"Scram."

Just that one word.

There were no fluctuations of magical power, no manifestations of laws.

It was like a mortal's most casual reprimand, yet it contained a supreme will of Words Manifested into Law, commanding all Daos.

The moment this word was spoken, it seemed to transform into an invisible, chaotic iron rule, colliding directly, savagely, and unreasonably with the Saintly Dao Charm that represented the will of the Heavenly Dao!

Rumble--!!!

This wasn't a clash of sounds, but a contest of Great Dao!

At the moment Taiyi Zhenren's ecstatic smile, on the verge of bursting, froze on his face.

At the moment all the divine senses of the observing Great Powers trembled.

A terrifying scene, capable of subverting the entire worldview of the Primordial World, unfolded.

The golden giant hand, which had always been invincible, representing the will of a Saint and capable of crushing any Quasi-Saint, suddenly halted in mid-air the instant the word "Scram" was uttered.

Immediately after.

"Crack..."

A barely audible cracking sound emanated from the fingertips of the giant hand.

Then, like a spiderweb, this crack spread across the entire palm at an unbelievable speed!

"Crack! Crack crack crack!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

The golden giant hand, formed from a Saint's Edict and exuding pressure for eternity, shattered inch by inch as if struck simultaneously by billions of Chaos divine axes!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only silent annihilation.

The supreme Dao Charm of the Saint, before that single word "Scram," was as fragile as ice and snow under the sun, forcibly erased and transformed into countless brilliant golden specks of light, scattering into the air.

Taiyi Zhenren's smile completely stiffened.

The muscles on his face twitched violently, and the ecstasy and pride in his eyes were being replaced by emotions known as "terror" and "bewilderment" at a visible rate.

Shattered... shattered?

Master's Edict, a Saint's technique, was shattered... by a single sentence?

How... how is this possible!

He felt his mind, his Primordial Spirit, his entire understanding, being thoroughly churned into a paste by an incomprehensible force at that very moment.

However, this was not the end.

After the golden giant hand disintegrated, the Edict itself, suspended in the nine heavens, began to tremble violently.

It let out a mournful cry, unlike a dragon's roar or a phoenix's cry, but filled with pain and fear!

The sound was like a supreme emperor being publicly slapped, emitting a cry of unwilling grief.

Immediately after, the dazzling golden light on the Edict instantly dimmed, as if it had suffered some irreversible heavy blow, and the Saint's Dao Charm flowing upon it became chaotic.

The next second.

Whoosh--!

Under Taiyi Zhenren's now completely stunned gaze.

The Saint's Edict, representing Yuanshi Tianzun's dignity, transformed into a fleeing stream of light. Not daring to linger for even a moment, it tore through the void at a speed countless times faster than when it arrived, fleeing back to the nine heavens in utter disarray, vanishing without a trace.

Fled... fled?

The Saint's Edict was driven away?

No, not driven away.

It was scolded away... by a single word?

This thought, like a divine thunder from Chaos, exploded in Taiyi Zhenren's sea of consciousness, blasting away his last shred of reason.

He opened his mouth, his throat emitting a "ge ge" gurgling sound, but he couldn't utter a single word. His entire body, as if all its bones had been removed, slumped into the ruins, his eyes vacant, appearing utterly foolish.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

Li Jing and his wife, along with all the household guards, had completely lost the ability to think, instinctively maintaining their kneeling posture like clay figurines.

In the void, the divine senses of the Primordial World's Great Powers collectively fell into a state of stagnation.

An unprecedented monstrous wave had erupted in their divine sense worlds!

"What... what did I just see? The Saint's Edict... was roared away?"

"That was the word 'Scram'? What kind of Dao is that? What kind of technique? Why do I feel like my own Great Dao is submitting to it?"

"This isn't magic power, this is the primordial power of Words Manifested into Law! His Dao surpasses that of a Saint!"

"Hiss-- How is this possible! When did such a forbidden existence appear in the Primordial World? Could it be a Chaos Demon God reborn? No... even a Chaos Demon God wouldn't dare to humiliate a Saint like this!"

"My Dao Heart... is about to shatter..."

The entire world seemed to have its pause button pressed, with only the golden specks of light still slowly drifting in the air.

Qin Feng still sat on the stone bench, as if he had merely done something trivial.

He didn't even glance at Taiyi Zhenren, who had slumped like a puddle of mud. He simply reached out, gently patted Nezha, who was in his arms and unhappy because of the golden light, and softly comforted him.

That air of casualness, contrasted with the extreme silence of the world, formed a bizarre and terrifying picture.