Primordial World Shaken, Everyone Guessing Which Great Power It Is

Qin Feng's earth-shattering shout was like a Chaos Divine Thunder hurled into a tranquil lake, instantly whipping up monstrous waves across the entire Primordial World.

In the west, Mount Sumeru, Great Thunderclap Temple.

Two figures sat upon the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, Buddha light shining all around them as Sanskrit Chants rang out in waves.

They were precisely the two Saints of the Western Teachings, Jieyin and Zhunti.

When Qin Feng's voice ignored all restrictions and rang clearly in their ears, the suffering on one man's face and the smile on the other's froze at the same time.

For the first time, astonishment appeared on Zhunti Daoren's ever-smiling face. His grip on the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"Senior Brother... this..."

The suffering on Jieyin Daoren's face deepened, as though the barrenness of the entire western continent weighed upon his brow.

He slowly opened his eyes. The compassion that usually filled them was gone, replaced by an impenetrable solemnity.

"Heaven's secrets... have descended into chaos."

The two Saints exchanged a glance. Without hesitation, they immediately formed hand seals and began deducing Heaven's secrets.

Beneath Saints, all were ants.

In their eyes, the Primordial World should have held no secrets whatsoever.

Yet when their Spiritual Sense attempted to trace the source of that voice, it was as if they had struck an invisible, untouchable, yet indestructible wall of chaos.

There was only haziness there.

No past, no future, no karma—there was not even any trace of existence.

They could only faintly sense a supreme, ancient and terrifying aura, so ancient that even their hearts trembled. Like a colossal beast lurking at the end of the River of Time, merely leaking the slightest trace of its presence was enough to throw eternity into turmoil.

"Pfft!"

Zhunti Daoren suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden Saint's blood. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and the horror in his eyes nearly overflowed.

"The backlash... such a powerful backlash from Heaven's secrets!"

Jieyin Daoren also gave a muffled groan. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with disbelief.

"I can't calculate it... I cannot deduce his origins at all! Who exactly is this person?"

"This aura... compared to our teacher Hongjun's, it seems... it seems hardly inferior!" Zhunti said in a trembling voice, filled with fear.

When had such a terrifying existence appeared in the Primordial World—one whom even Saints could not spy upon in the slightest?

The Netherworld Blood Sea churned with towering waves of blood.

Ancestor Styx, seated upon the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, abruptly opened his blood-red eyes. Two beams of crimson light nearly pierced through the Nine Netherworlds.

"What audacity! To provoke both the Chan Sect and the Heavenly Court at once!"

Ancestor Styx instinctively revealed a ferocious grin. Yet when he too attempted to deduce Heaven's secrets, only for his Spiritual Sense to be instantly repelled by that chaotic mist, the grin on his face froze completely.

In its place came bottomless wariness and suspicion.

An existence capable of sending Taiyi flying with one slap, and making even Saints unable to deduce anything—if he were to become its enemy...

Ancestor Styx shuddered violently, silently concealing his aura. The vast Blood Sea became noticeably quieter in an instant.

Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, was tasting freshly ripened Ginseng Fruit with his friend Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Upon hearing Qin Feng's shout, Zhen Yuanzi's hand trembled, and a slice of Ginseng Fruit nearly fell to the ground.

"Dao Brother, this... which Hidden Great Power has emerged from seclusion?" Old Ancestor Hongyun asked, his face full of astonishment.

Zhen Yuanzi did not answer. He closed his eyes, and the phantom of the Book of Earth appeared above his head. His vast Spiritual Sense instantly connected with the Earth Veins of the Primordial World, attempting to locate the source.

But the result was the same.

Within a hundred thousand li of Skeleton Mountain, the Earth Vein energy had been thrown into utter chaos, like a pot of porridge, as though some supreme power had forcibly erased every trace.

Zhen Yuanzi opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a long breath of stale air, his face filled with shock.

"I don't know. But there is one shared conclusion... the heavens of the Primordial World are about to change."

For a time, the Three Sovereigns of Fire Cloud Cave, Kunpeng of the North Sea, the remnants of the Demon Race... every top great power in the Primordial World fell into deathly silence and profound shock.

Everyone reached the same astonishing conclusion: a reclusive great deity of unfathomable strength and terrifyingly ancient seniority had entered the world!

And at this moment, the atmosphere within the two powers directly named was even more oppressive, having frozen to the very limit.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

Boom!

A streak of light smashed heavily onto the White Jade Square outside Jade Void Palace in an utterly wretched state, blasting a huge crater into the incomparably hard Immortal Jade ground.

As the light faded, it revealed Taiyi Zhenren's miserable figure.

Half his face was swollen high, all his teeth had been knocked out, every inch of his Immortal Bone was shattered, and his Daoist robe was in tatters. He no longer bore even the slightest trace of a Chan Sect Golden Immortal's bearing; he looked even more miserable than a beggar by the roadside.

"Mas... Master..."

Taiyi Zhenren struggled to crawl up and wailed toward the great hall of Jade Void Palace, his voice filled with endless humiliation and terror.

Within the grand hall, upon the Eight Treasures Cloud Light Seat.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face had darkened to the point that it seemed ready to drip water.

An icy, extreme Saint's fury filled the entire Jade Void Palace, leaving White Crane Boy, who stood waiting below, scarcely daring to breathe.

Humiliating!

Utterly humiliating!

The dignified Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, disciples of a Saint, had been slapped flying before everyone's eyes—and someone had even openly demanded that the Chan Sect give an explanation!

It was practically pinning Yuanshi Tianzun's face to the ground and stomping on it viciously!

"Trash!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's cold voice rang out, devoid of the slightest emotion.

He had also been calculating the matter, but his results were little better than those of Jieyin and Zhunti.

Under a Saint's Spiritual Sense, there was only a chaos of nothingness. That supreme aura even made him feel a trace of threat.

The Investiture of the Gods Calamity was imminent, murderous tribulation pervaded all, and the heavenly secrets were already in disarray.

Yet at such a critical juncture, a variable had suddenly emerged—one even he could not see through...

It was as though the fury in Yuanshi Tianzun's heart had been doused head-on with a basin of ice water, and he instantly calmed by more than half.

He did not dare gamble.

Saints were undying and indestructible, but what he wanted was for the Chan Sect to flourish—and for his own dignity to remain intact.

If he provoked some ancient monster no weaker than his teacher Hongjun, then forget the Investiture of the Gods; whether the Chan Sect's Orthodox Lineage could even be preserved would be a question.

Afraid to strike the rat for fear of breaking the vase!

For the first time, Yuanshi Tianzun tasted such utter suffocation and helplessness.

The Heavenly Court had likewise fallen into a dilemma.

Inside the Grand Pure Palace, the Jade Emperor's face was livid. He gripped the armrest of the Dragon Throne so tightly that his knuckles creaked.

The immortals below were silent as cicadas in winter, each lowering their heads and pretending they had heard nothing.

"Your Majesty, quell your anger..."

Taibai Jinxing stepped forward despite himself and bowed as he advised, "This matter... this matter is suspicious. That mysterious man's origins are unknown, and his strength cannot be fathomed. It would be unwise to rashly resort to arms."

How could the Jade Emperor not know that?

But the words, "personally come up to the Grand Pure Palace for a visit," were like a resounding slap across the face of him, the ruler of the Three Realms.

If he ignored it, where would the Heavenly Court's prestige be? How would the living beings of the Three Realms view him?

But if he dispatched troops to subjugate the man, even a Chan Sect Golden Immortal had been sent flying with one slap. Were the few soldiers and generals under his command even enough to fill the man's teeth?

More importantly, the Investiture of the Gods was still in his hands. He was one of the key figures in this great calamity.

At a time like this, provoking a mysterious and terrifying existence would be the height of folly.

"Investigate! Investigate for I!"

After holding it in for a long while, the Jade Emperor finally squeezed out several words through clenched teeth, his voice filled with powerless fury.

"Make certain you uncover this man's origins! I want to know who he truly is!"

The outside world was thrown into turmoil by a single sentence, churning the entire primordial world until it could know no peace.

Yet at the heart of the storm, Skeleton Mountain's White Bone Cave was tranquil and peaceful.

The two young attendants, Biyun and Caiyun, were still frozen in a stupor with their worldview utterly shattered. Their limbs weak, they held jade trays as they carefully placed the finest and most precious immortal fruits and Spirit Tea from the cave abode onto the stone table before Qin Feng.

Shi Ji dismissed the two attendants and personally poured Qin Feng a cup of fragrant tea wreathed in misty spiritual aura.

After doing all this, she said nothing. She merely stood quietly at the side, her clear autumn-water eyes unblinking as they watched the man before her.

He still wore that simple gray Daoist robe, sitting there quietly as though he had merged into one with the rocks behind him and with heaven and earth itself.

Though he was clearly sitting right before her, Shi Ji felt as though he were at the far edge of the sky—so ethereal that he did not seem real.

Countless questions circled in her heart.

Who exactly was he?

Which ancient great deity was he? Why had he been born from that stone she had picked up?

Why had he defended her so recklessly? Why had he even been willing to offend both a Saint's Orthodox Lineage and the ruler of the Three Realms at once?

The words, "Give Daoist Friend Shi Ji and me an explanation," still echoed in her mind. Every word was like a warm current, washing over her heart again and again.

Endless gratitude, endless curiosity, endless shock...

All kinds of emotions intertwined, quietly fermenting at last into a feeling deeper and more fervent.

She looked at his flawless, handsome profile, at those eyes as deep as a starry sky. Her Dao Heart, firm as a rock, was thrown into complete disarray at that moment.

Without her noticing, captivating crimson clouds had already spread across that peerlessly beautiful face.

Her lovely eyes shimmered with rippling waves, filled with an unprecedented attachment and worship.