The Two Sages of the West Fall!

Primeval Lord of Heaven's icy gaze and undisguised contempt stabbed straight into the hearts of the Two Sages of the West.

His single word, "Please," laid bare the intent of "you go first" amidst the chaos.

Daoist Zhunti's impassioned expression froze instantly, as if someone had seized his throat; the mask of compassion nearly shattered.

Daoist Jieyin's bitter countenance deepened, almost dripping with misery.

"Senior Brother Primeval, this... this is not right!"

Zhunti spoke hastily, a trace of barely concealed panic in his voice as he tried to defend himself.

"My brother and I came here with the same heart as all you fellow Daoists, all to verify the path of Eternal Grand Unity! How could we act alone?"

"Pangu Father God's divine might is boundless; it requires seniors like you, the true Pangu's True Lineage and Leader of the Xuanmen, to match it with supreme mystical arts and the Great Dao, perhaps earning a shred of his mercy, to show our sincerity!"

"Our West is barren, our Dao shallow; we truly cannot bear the heavy burden of being the vanguard, lest we delay the great affairs of all fellow Daoists."

His words twisted and turned, trying to shake off the petty notion of "reaping the spoils," while flattering the Three Pure Ones and Empress Nuwa.

He implied that only they were qualified to "verify," and that he was merely fit to cheer from the sidelines.

Yet, the immortal light around Primeval Lord of Heaven suddenly surged.

The terrifying pressure of a Heavenly Dao Saint, no longer restrained, crashed down upon the Two Sages of the West like a tangible divine mountain of chaos.

The surrounding Chaos Gas Flow was pushed aside, forming a vacuum zone.

Primeval's gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice; his voice was low but carried an unshakable will.

"Barren? Shallow? To have attained the fruit of a Heavenly Dao Saint, how can there be talk of barrenness or shallowness? Could it be that you two junior brothers question the fairness of the Heavenly Dao?"

"Or is it that your so-called path to transcendence for the Prehistoric World is mere empty talk, and you actually intend to use our strength to pull off a scheme of stealing the heavens and swapping the sun?"

Primeval's pressure was immense, making the Two Sages feel as if their Bodies of a Sage were about to collapse, their Primordial Spirits flickering violently.

This was not just a suppression of power, but a crushing of their Dao hearts, directly targeting their inner calculations.

"Hmph!" Sect Master Tongtian, who had long looked askance at the Two Sages of the West, could no longer hold back upon seeing Primeval's attack.

He snorted coldly, and the Qingping Sword at his waist let out a sharp "clang," automatically unsheathing half an inch.

A terrifying sword intent, capable of splitting chaos and annihilating all laws, erupted violently, merging with Primeval's pressure.

Like two torrents of destruction, it locked firmly onto the Two Sages of the West.

Tongtian's eyes blazed with battle intent, and his words were blunt and brutal.

"Enough nonsense! Either go scout ahead now, or this Daoist will test the weight of your Western mystical arts right here!"

"Let's see if your Bodies of a Sage can withstand a few of my strikes, like that Chaos Demon Ape!"

Laozi remained silent, but the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda above his head let down billions of Xuanhuang qi, exuding a heavy aura that suppressed the universe and repelled all laws.

Though he spoke not a word, his indifferent gaze swept over the Two Sages of the West, as if to say: Under the Heavenly Dao, there is no luck.

His very presence was the greatest pressure, making the Two Sages understand that the Three Pure Ones were absolutely united at this moment.

The faces of the Two Sages of the West changed completely.

Primeval's pressure, Tongtian's sword intent, Laozi's silence—three forces intertwined, forming an invisible Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare that trapped them tightly, leaving no escape.

They had no doubt that if they dared say "no," the Three Pure Ones would truly join forces here, under Pangu's very eyes, to suppress them!

Though as fellow saints, they were Immortal and Indestructible under the Heavenly Dao, being suppressed and sealed, missing this once-in-a-cons opportunity, would be worse than death!

They were already the weakest; if their strength suffered greatly, the gap between them and the other saints would only widen!

Zhunti tried to cast a glance at Empress Nuwa, hoping this soft-hearted Holy Mother would speak to ease the tension.

But Nuwa only gave them a faint look, her beautiful face carrying a trace of weariness and deep detachment.

Her mind was clearly elsewhere; her gaze drifted again toward the forming embryo of the Prehistoric World, as if searching for something. She merely shook her head lightly, too lazy to utter a single word.

The last shred of hope was shattered.

They had wanted to trap Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones, but instead trapped themselves!

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, seeing the bitterness, venom, and... a hint of helpless resolve deep in each other's eyes.

"Enough..." Daoist Jieyin let out a long sigh, his sorrowful expression nearly solidifying.

"Since three senior brothers insist, we... will scout ahead for all fellow Daoists!"

His words were spoken with tragic grandeur, as if truly sacrificing for the greater cause.

Daoist Zhunti forced a semblance of firm resolve onto his face.

"To verify Eternal Grand Unity, to open the path of transcendence for the Prehistoric World, even if we fall into Dao Annihilation and our souls return to nothingness, we will not hesitate!"

He once again elevated their actions to the benefit of the Prehistoric World, trying to salvage some dignity.

The two took a deep breath, and dazzling Buddhist light burst from their bodies.

Daoist Jieyin's Jieyin's Treasure Banner above his head shone with ten thousand golden rays, attempting to stabilize the raging Chaos Gas Flow around them.

Daoist Zhunti manifested his dharma body, holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, its seven-colored radiance flowing as he swept it before him, trying to open a relatively stable path.

They mustered all their saintly power, transforming into two brilliant streaks of light.

Steeling himself, he charged toward the core battlefield of Pangu's Opening of Heaven and Earth, toward the place where countless Chaos Demon Gods had fallen—without hesitation (forced though it was)!

The closer he got, the more terrifying the pressure of the Opening became.

This was a place no living being of later ages had ever reached!

Because none had yet possessed strength like theirs; most would have been torn to shreds by Pangu's fearsome heavenly might long before they even neared these grounds.

The Two Sages of the West witnessed Chaos Demon Gods so powerful they made even sages' hearts tremble, melting and dissolving like snow under the scorching sun beneath Pangu's seemingly casual axe-light.

Laws wailed in lament; the Great Way crumbled!

Every axe-stroke Pangu landed seemed to lay an unshakable foundation for the entire Great Desolation World.

Their gazes pierced through the chaotic torrents of energy, locking onto one direction.

It was the chest of the infinitely towering Great God Pangu—the very place that would later become the Western Mount Sumeru of the Great Desolation World!

It held the core power of the Opening of Heaven and Earth, and it was also the spot they were most "familiar" with.

Bearing a pressure that could shatter stars, they struggled closer to that region, trying to stir their own origins into resonance with that undifferentiated "chest."

Then, a sudden change occurred!

The sky-supporting, earth-standing giant Pangu, seemingly wholly immersed in the great work of creation, appeared to falter for an infinitesimally brief moment.

It was as if he had sensed some disturbance from the "future," approaching the fragile, still-forming embryo of the Great Desolation that he guarded with all his might!

This was a reaction born of the instinct to create, to protect a newborn world!

Pangu did not fully turn his head, but an indescribable, overwhelming will instantly locked onto the Two Sages of the West!

It was not deliberate killing intent, more like a giant's subconscious swat at a fly that might disturb a sprouting seedling.

Toward the direction from which the Two Sages of the West charged, he casually swung two axe-strikes backhanded!

No earth-shattering clamor, no world-destroying energy burst.

Only two unadorned trajectories, yet seeming to contain the full meaning of "opening" and "ending," cut through the chaos!

In the instant the axe-light was about to touch the Two Sages, Pangu's vast, boundless will seemed to clearly catch the life imprints of "the Great Desolation's future" upon them—the very beings born from the world he had created!

Over ninety percent of the destructive power within the swung axe-light vanished in an instant!

Yet even this remnant, less than a tenth of the Opening power, far surpassed the limits of what any sage could comprehend!

Fast!

Fast beyond the limits of time and space!

The Two Sages of the West felt a terrifying alarm from the very origin of life explode within them, their Primordial Spirits screaming!

All their schemes, all their ambitions, in that moment, turned into the purest instinct to survive!

It was the despair from the deepest soul when facing absolute suppression in hierarchy!

Pangu's mere "subconscious" reaction to protect the newborn—its residual power alone made them feel a complete, insurmountable chasm!

"Hah—!"

"Namo—!"

Daoist Jieyin roared, billions of layers of Golden Light of Merit stacking upon each other, trying to build an absolute defense.

At the same time, a Sarira containing boundless wisdom and compassion shot from his crown, radiating infinite light.

He attempted to use his own Dao Fruit to clash head-on with the true meaning of the Great Way contained in the axe-light's trajectory.

Daoist Zhunti was even more frenzied, madly brushing the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, its seven-colored rays condensing into seven roaring law-dragons that tore toward the axe-light.

His own Dharma body swelled, countless arms waving—some forming seals, some wielding Dharma implements—exhausting every divine power, even burning his Origin Sacred Power without hesitation!

Yet, facing this remnant axe-intent of the Opening, it was still useless!

An absolute sense of powerlessness instantly consumed them!

Wherever the axe-light's trajectory passed, all Dharmas turned to void!

The seven-colored ray-dragons vanished like bubbles!

The billions of layers of Golden Light of Merit were torn apart like thin paper!

The Sarira, bearing the supreme Dao Fruit, dimmed in an instant, letting out a strained, mournful cry!

Daoist Zhunti's Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree—that Innate Spiritual Treasure said to be able to brush away anything—let out a crisp "crack" the moment it touched the shadow of the axe-light, a clear fissure appearing on its trunk!

Daoist Jieyin's jeweled canopy golden light melted and evaporated like ice thrown into molten lava!

"No!!!"