At the boundary of the Primordial Beginning "material" realm, the twisted and foul origin substance churned and rolled. This was a place where even saints of the highest cultivation dared not easily tread.
At that moment, on the edge of that ocean-like twisted origin substance, a cosmic black hole suddenly split open out of thin air, and a staggering black-clothed figure "dropped" out of it.
This saint's face was filled with sorrow, grief, and despair, looking like a stray dog; he was none other than the primordial saint of the Yuan Clan, Saint Kun.
"Who would have thought that we, the Nine Saints of the Yuan Clan, could have vied with the Western Heaven for the position of the new world's heaven opener, only for one wrong move to lead to mistakes at every step, ultimately tumbling to the point of execution and clan annihilation..."
Saint Kun's lean, haggard figure trembled slightly. He gazed at the terrifying, ocean-like twisted "atmosphere" before him, his eyes filled with struggle and a sliver of hope for survival.
"The only possible path to survival for this saint now is this!"
Instantly sensing the rear after a slight pause, his gaze suddenly turned ferocious. Like a lone wolf at the end of its road, he let out a howl and resolutely charged into that twisted ocean.
Buzz, buzz!
In the nothingness behind him, space immediately split apart. Buddhist light and saintly might surged overwhelmingly as three Buddhas of the Western Heaven—Jieyin, Zhunti, and the Great Sun Tathagata—walked out, in hot pursuit.
Seeing Saint Kun charge into the twisted "atmosphere," Jieyin could not help sneering, "Could this old fellow have gone mad, preferring to completely degenerate into a twisted entity rather than die with a clean slate!"
Buddha Zhunti, however, smiled faintly, "From this Buddha's perspective,