A Sudden Upheaval in the Primordial Origin World, the Struggle for the Divine Path!

The silver branches of the Chaos Divine Tree stretched out in the morning light, and the dewdrops condensed on the leaves refracted a seven-colored halo.

Taichu stood atop the treetop, gazing upon the Primordial Origin World. The newly erected seventy-two Incense Altar —on the jade-carved altars—no longer enshrined Innate Spiritual Treasure, but rather Longevity Tablet inscribed with the names of cultivators.

"Only a short hundred years..."

The golden markings behind Six-Eared Macaque's ears were slightly warm. The roots of the divine tree sensed a restless energy deep within the earth's veins. "The various sects have already established three thousand six hundred branch altars."

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar suddenly came from the southeast (Xun Position.

The Taichu pupils rotated with the Yin-Yang diagram, clearly seeing the scene a thousand miles away:

The statue of "Void Sword Master" enshrined by the Heavenly Sword Sect collapsed with a crash.

The face carved from bluestone cracked open with seven bloody marks, and the Qing Yan from incense transformed into a hideous ghost face that lunged at the kneeling cultivator.

"Faith Backlash!" The Taichu transformed into Liu Guang and sped away, tearing through the void with the Heaven Measuring Ruler.

When he arrived, the entire altar had become a scene of carnage.

Black blood gushed from the seven orifices of the three hundred disciples, yet they still tightly gripped the burning incense in their hands.

The eldest elder prostrated himself before the shattered statue, a broken sword lodged in his chest.

With his blood, he drew a strange totem on the ground—the one-eyed symbol of Twilight of the Gods in the West!

"Dao Venerable, this is not a simple backlash; someone has mixed... the Faith Poison into the incense offerings."

Nuwa, who arrived shortly after, lightly touched the totem with her fingertips, and the energy of creation was instantly dyed black.

Pangu Ancestral Hall, twelve Bronze Ancient Lamp moved automatically without any wind.

Taichu sprinkled the incense ash stained with black blood into the lamp, and the flame suddenly leaped three feet up, revealing a chilling scene.

In a certain mortal kingdom, a grand festival is being held, but the 100,000 people kneeling before a strange statue with three heads and six arms are not any cultivators.

The imperial advisor raised his scepter high, and the head of the scepter was inlaid with a fragment of Zeus's divine essence!

They called it the 'Three-Faced God'.

The Reincarnation Disk of the Empress Houtu reveals more details. "A joyful face bestows blessings, an angry face brings calamity, a sorrowful face... collects living souls."

Six-Eared Macaque Er's divine tree roots pierced into the void.

He pulled out a wisp of incense stick that was trying to escape. "Gotcha! Come out here!"

The incense sticks fell to the ground and turned into Qing Yan of Qing Yan, from which came the cries of a child.

The voice solidified into a semi-transparent spirit, with a miniature Thunder Scepter branded on its forehead.

"It's actually Faith Puppet."

Taichu crushed the spirit body, the golden lightning remaining at his fingertips was exactly the same as it had been a hundred years ago. "The remnants of the West are being reborn through incense offerings!"

At the summit of Mount Jiuyi, sword energy crisscrossed on the Dao Platform Discussion Platform.

Zhang Daoling, the Pavilion Master of Heavenly Secrets, stood with his hair and beard bristling, and three hundred and sixty Incense Golden Body appeared behind him. "Without the checks and balances of the divine, mortals will sooner or later repeat the mistakes of the West!"

Opposite him, Ling Xiaozi of the Sword Pavilion, formed a sword with his fingers, shattering the oncoming chains of faith. "To regard cultivators as gods, how are you any different from the false gods of the West?"

The sword case behind him hummed, and the seven ancient swords formed Law Breaking Sword Formation that enveloped the entire altar.

The disciples of the two factions had been facing off at the foot of the mountain for many days, and now a chaotic battle finally broke out.

The cultivators of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion chanted their true names, and the power of incense and vows condensed into golden-armored divine generals; the disciples of the Sword Pavilion became one with their swords, and their sword energy pierced through the Yunxiao like a rainbow.

"Stop it, all of you..."

The Taichu Heaven Measuring Ruler of Heaven stretched across the Profound Yellow Qi transformed into a cage to isolate the battlefield.

But in the instant of suppression, a familiar fluctuation was sensed from the depths of the void—it was the Chaos Silver Branch issuing a warning!

At the edge of the Chaos Sea, the newly born Incense Divine Tree is growing wildly.

The once pure, dark yellow root system is now covered with golden veins.

What grew at the tree crown were not Dao fruits, but three hundred and sixty-five pulsating divine embryos!

"The Western gods have quite the audacity; they actually built their altars next to silver branches!"

The golden patterns behind Six-Eared Macaque's ears surged, and the Chaos Ancestral Blood condensed into Heaven Opening Axe cleaved the tree trunk.

The moment the axe blade touched the bark, the entire divine tree suddenly became ethereal, and the afterimage of Twilight of the Gods appeared in the heart of the tree.

"Foolish Eastern monk..."

With a flick of his wrist, the afterimage sent forth a hundred thousand streams of incense and prayers from all corners of the Primordial Origin World. "The seeds you planted will one day grow into my throne!"

The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed suddenly left the body, and its seventy-two roots pierced into the void.

Following the flow of faith, he saw an even more terrifying truth—fragments of Eye of Odin were buried at the bottom of all seventy-two main altars!

At the North Sea, the Guixu Crack seeps out Faith Poison as black as ink.

Nuwa wrapped herself in the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram, and the energy of creation emitted a corrosive sound when it touched the poisonous fog.

The outline of Bronze Coffin can be vaguely seen deep within the crack.

"This is... the coffin of the Lord of Eternal Silence?"

The Reincarnation Disk of the Empress Houtu suddenly exploded, and the disc reflected the scene of the Taichu when the Twilight of the Gods —a wisp of gray mist took advantage of the chaos and escaped into the Ruins of Return!

The Taichu Heaven Measuring Ruler suddenly trembled, and a warning inscription from the First Generation White Emperor appeared on its surface. "Divine calamities are not external, but originate from one's own heart."

He suddenly realized what was happening, cut his palm, and sprinkled the Xuanhuang Holy Blood into the Ruins of Return: "Come out, I know you're watching."

The seawater boiled, and at that moment Faith Poison solidified into the form of a young girl.

The star mark on her forehead originated from the Taichu beginnings, but her pupils were pure gold. "Father God, you have finally come to find me."

The girl's name is "Qing Yan". She is a spirit that was accidentally conceived after the Chaos Silver Branch absorbed the Faith Poison.

She came barefoot, treading on the waves, and where her toes touched the water, golden lotuses bloomed:

"Those cultivators yearn to become gods, so I help them refine incense offerings; mortals pray for protection, so I bestow divine power upon them—what wrong have I done?"

The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree suddenly surged forth, only to wither and die upon touching the girl. "Master, she's absorbing the Chaos Ancestral Blood!"

"Because I am you, the continuation of your bloodline."

Qing Yan chuckled softly, and seventy-two Fire God appeared behind him, all resembling elders from various sects. "Father God, look how devout they are—they are even willing to merge their Nascent Soul with mine."

The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed suddenly experienced excruciating pain, and the prayers of countless believers resounded throughout the Purple Mansion.

At this moment, he finally understood that when Twilight of the Gods was purified, a part of the source of faith had already quietly merged into the Chaos Silver Branch!

A golden crack appeared in the sky of the Primordial Origin World, and the divine kingdom of Qing Yan was descending.

One hundred thousand cultivators knelt in worship uncontrollably, their Incense Golden Body detaching from their original forms and transforming into Liu Guang that flowed towards the divine kingdom.

"Father God, either you join me in ruling the divine path..." Qing Yan's voice echoed throughout the Primordial Wilderness, "Or watch them vanish into nothingness."

The Taichu Heaven Measuring Ruler shattered into countless fragments, and the surface of the Profound Yellow Dao Seed was covered with golden patterns.

Behind him, Pangu Qiong led 120,000 warriors in formation, while the Bronze Sacred Blood was continuously devoured by the divine kingdom.

"Master, do you still remember the remains of the World Tree?" Six-Eared Macaque suddenly transmitted his voice secretly, "Those roots... might be able to sever the link of faith!"

Suddenly, the Chaos Sea surged with raging waves, and the remains of the golden tree from Twilight of the Gods broke through the water.

The Taichu Burning Seed of Dao used its last strength to activate the Silver Branch, connecting the Divine Kingdom with the roots of the remnants.

"No, Father God, you can't!!!"

For the first time, the Qing Yan revealed a look of terror. The golden tree roots plunged into the divine realm, greedily absorbing the incense and the power of vows. The statues of gods crumbled one after another, and the Nascent Soul of believers receded like a tide.

The setting sun dyed the Chaos Sea blood-red, and the divine body of the Qing Yan gradually became transparent.

She glanced at Taichu one last time, then transformed into Qing Yan and merged into the silver branch. "Father God, although you have won... faith will never die..."

The Incense Altar of the Primordial Origin World collapsed completely. The cultivators awoke from their fervor, but forgot all their memories of the divine path.

Only Taichu stood atop the silver branch, watching as another golden line quietly spread across the newly sprouted buds.

Six-Eared Macaque came up behind him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"She's right." Taichu stroked the patterns on the silver branch. "As long as all living beings have desires, the divine calamity... will never end."

"Master, human desires are endless, but desires can be changed..."

After Six-Eared Macaque finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a stream of Pure Power flew towards the distant mortal kingdom.

The sea breeze swept through the treetops, carrying the prayers of a distant mortal kingdom.

There, new statues are being erected, but this time... they depict the Taichu and the Six-Eared Macaque One.

"Master, let's start with the most basic mortal realm, with Junior Sister Nuwa to purge it, followed by Junior Sister Houtu's Hou Tu path. When the Three Ways of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity emerge together, the false gods of the West will have nowhere to hide..."