The Primordial World's Great Powers Have Their Perceptions Refreshed Again

Chentang Pass, all was silent.

No, even silence itself seemed to have been utterly erased after that single word, "Scram," transforming into pure, absolute nothingness.

The golden light points, formed by the Saint's edict, scattered slowly in the air like fireflies on a summer night, carrying a touch of absurd beauty before finally vanishing into nothingness.

It was as if the phenomenon of purple energy arriving from the east for thirty thousand miles, the Saint's heavenly might that suppressed all ages, had all been a mere illusion.

Yet, the fear deeply etched into the Primordial Spirits of every living being was frantically reminding them just how world-shatteringly real everything that had just happened was.

In the void, the Primordial Great Powers, who had been whispering amongst themselves, exchanging shocked divine thoughts, were collectively silenced.

Their divine senses felt like they were being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, not daring to emit even the slightest ripple.

Run!

This was the only thought in their minds.

If they didn't run now, who would be able to escape when that terrifying existence began to settle accounts!

In an instant, countless extremely subtle divine senses, like startled rabbits, tore through the void one after another, fleeing madly towards their respective dojos, not even daring to glance back.

The East Sea, Crystal Dragon Palace.

The Mystic Light Water Mirror, reputed to reflect all heavens and peer into the four seas, cracked with a "kacha" sound, forming a web of fissures. It then exploded with a "peng" into a spray of water.

"Pfft!"

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, who was presiding over the water mirror, was struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of old dragon's blood that flew over three feet, and his entire being seemed to wilt.

But he paid no mind to his injuries. His ancient dragon face was filled with unprecedented shock and terror, his dragon whiskers trembling uncontrollably.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother, how are you?"

Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South Sea, Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, and Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, their three figures instantly appeared beside Ao Guang, their complexions equally as pale as paper.

They too had just witnessed, through the water mirror, a scene that would be recorded in the annals of the Primordial World, no, that would overturn them.

A Saint's edict had been driven away by a single word.

This realization was like a Chaos Divine Hammer, smashing to smithereens their understanding of this world accumulated over countless eons.

Were Saints not the strongest beings under the Heavenly Dao?

Did a Saint's edict not represent absolute will, brooks no defiance?

But now, what was this?

Ao Guang pushed away his brothers who were supporting him and scrambled, almost rolling, to the dragon throne. He grabbed a jade talisman representing the highest authority of the Dragon Clan, poured all his strength and dragon essence into it, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Issue my command!"

"All dragons! All aquatic beings! All beings affiliated with my Four Seas!"

"From this day forward, the sea area within a hundred million miles of Chentang Pass shall be designated an absolute forbidden zone! Any dragon who dares to approach within a single step shall have their dragon sinews stripped, their dragon bones removed, and be eternally imprisoned in the Dragon Locking Well!"

The roar, transmitted through the jade talisman, instantly spread to every corner of the Four Seas.

The trembling and fear in that voice were so real that all the dragon princes and grandchildren who received the command felt it deeply. They were so terrified that they buried their heads in coral reefs, trembling uncontrollably.

Having done all this, Ao Guang slumped onto the dragon throne as if all his strength had been drained, gasping for breath.

"Big Brother, what... what exactly is going on? Who... who is that man?" Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South Sea, asked with a trembling voice.

Ao Guang gave a bitter laugh, his eyes vacant.

"How would I know who he is? I only know that from today onwards, let alone a Nezha, even if everyone in Chentang Pass came to my East Sea to catch a dragon as a mount every day, we would have to wash our necks clean and greet them with a smile!"

"Chan Sect? Saints?"

"To hell with the Chan Sect! To hell with the Saints! They want us, the Dragon Clan, to be cannon fodder? No way!"

"He's a madman who dares to trample the face of a Saint underfoot in public! We, the Dragon Clan, can't afford to offend him! We'll hide!"

The three Dragon Kings shivered in unison upon hearing this and nodded in full agreement.

They had thought that by clinging to the Chan Sect, they could gain some benefits during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.

Now, they realized that what they were clinging to was not a powerful backer, but a Chaos Divine Thunder that could explode at any moment!

The Blood Sea, Nether River Palace.

Ancestor Styx, who was seated on the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and holding the Yuantu and Abi twin swords, was abruptly awakened from his meditation.

The Karma Fire Red Lotus beneath him shook violently, and the Blood Sea, which had churned for eons, unexpectedly churned up monstrous waves for the first time.

"Plop!"

Ancestor Styx lost his balance and almost fell off the lotus platform.

He steadied himself, but his face was no longer the domineering and cold expression of the master of the Blood Sea, only profound shock remained.

Just now, he had felt a supreme will, transcending the Primordial Heavenly Dao, sweep across the entire Primordial World like a fleeting glimpse.

Before that will, his great Dao, which was known as "The Blood Sea will not dry, Ancestor Styx will not die," was as fragile as a joke.

He had no doubt that with just a single thought from the other party, his Blood Sea could be instantly evaporated, and his true spirit completely erased.

"Who is it?"

"Did the Dao Ancestor make a move? No! This aura is even more ancient and overbearing than the Dao Ancestor's!"

"Could it be a Chaos Demon God, rumored to have perished in the Great Calamity of the Heavens, has been resurrected?"

Ancestor Styx frantically deduced the Heavenly Secrets, but only found chaos.

His expression flickered, finally settling into one of resolve.

"Pass down the order! Seal the Blood Sea. All Asura clan members are forbidden to step out of the Netherworld for a million years!"

Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

Plop.

A crystal clear Ginseng Fruit, brimming with immortal energy, slipped from Zhen Yuanzi's hand and fell to the ground, covered in dirt.

But the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, who had always cherished fruit like his own life, didn't even glance at it.

He stared blankly to the east, his face, usually as calm as an ancient well, was filled with shock.

"The... the Dao is in agony..."

"The Heavenly Dao is afraid?"

Zhen Yuanzi muttered to himself, as if speaking nonsense.

The two young Dao attendants beside him, Qing Feng and Ming Yue, were so scared they didn't dare to breathe.

After a long while, Zhen Yuanzi finally came to his senses, letting out a long sigh. His face was filled with complex and unreadable emotions – shock, fear, confusion, and even a hint of... envy?

"Close the gates, seal the mountain."

"From today onwards, Wuzhuang Temple will not receive any guests."

In the Fire Cloud Cave, the Three Sovereigns of the Human Race, Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, opened their eyes simultaneously, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The River Diagram and Luo Script in front of Fuxi spun wildly. The hexagrams were in chaos, and finally, with a "buzz," its light dimmed.

"I can't deduce it," Fuxi said with a wry smile. "The Heavenly Secrets have been completely shielded by an incomprehensible power."

Xuanyuan frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "That will is overbearing, arrogant, and unreasonable. I feel it's ten thousand times more terrifying than when we faced the Demon Race Heavenly Emperor back then."

Shennong sighed, "To directly defy a Saint's Edict and make it flee... What kind of cultivation is this? What kind of courage?"

For a moment, the cave fell silent.

After a long while, a strange glint flashed in Fuxi's eyes.

"Perhaps... this is not necessarily a bad thing for our Human Race."

"A being who doesn't even regard a Saint with respect, a variable unbound by the Heavenly Dao... This stagnant water is finally about to be stirred up."

At the same time, the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, the Wa Palace beyond the thirty-third heaven, Mount Sumeru in the west...

All the top Great Powers of the Primordial World, whether in seclusion or traveling, were alarmed by that supreme will at this moment.

After a brief moment of dead silence, the highest circles of the entire Primordial World exploded.

"Investigate! Spare no expense to find out the identity of that person!"

"Palace Master Azure Stone... Qin Feng? Where did this name come from? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Is it a reclusive Chaos Demon God? Or is it an illegitimate child left behind by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"

"No matter which it is, this name, from today onwards, will be the greatest taboo in the Primordial World!"

The entire Primordial World was thrown into unprecedented shock because of Qin Feng's actions.

And at the center of the storm, in the Chen Tang Pass Governor's Mansion.

Qin Feng sat calmly on the stone bench, gently patting Nezha's back in his arms, as if he had just casually crushed a noisy fly.

In front of him, Taiyi Zhenren lay slumped in the ruins, his eyes wide open, his gaze vacant, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of his mouth, and a "gurgling" sound coming from his throat.

This Grand Unity Golden Immortal, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, had his Dao Heart completely crushed into dust by the extreme fear and earth-shattering impact.

He was not dead, but he was in a worse state than death.

A Golden Immortal with a shattered Dao Heart had become a useless husk that could only breathe.

He had been scared witless.

And behind Qin Feng, Shi Ji stood dazedly.

She looked up at the seemingly ordinary, yet seemingly world-supporting figure. The admiration and gratitude in her beautiful eyes had completely disappeared.

In their place was a near-fanatical worship, a desire to dedicate everything she had.

Sense of security?

No, what this man gave her was no longer a simple sense of security.

It was a belief.

An absolute belief that "as long as he is here, it doesn't matter if she is an enemy to the entire world"!

This man was her sky, her Dao, her everything!