Still... Can't Beat Them

Shennong's fall had indeed temporarily extinguished the fury in all living beings' hearts, allowing them to regain their senses for a time.

But as time passed and the Kalpa intensified, the beings of the Primordial Wilderness soon plunged once more into slaughter and chaos.

Meanwhile, in the distant Outer Heavens, the battle had escalated to an unimaginable degree.

Shennong's fall had merely been the beginning.

After Shennong, Jieyin too displayed an unyielding resolve.

Facing the siege of several times his own number of ancient Saints, the Twelve-grade Golden Merit Lotus beneath his feet had long since dimmed, its lotus leaves brimming with Dao Rhyme shattering inch by inch.

His indestructible sixteen-foot golden body was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks, golden Saint's blood continuously seeping from the fissures, blooming and vanishing in the void.

Yet faced with such desperate circumstances, Jieyin was exceptionally calm.

His gaze swept over the enemies closing in on him, then gradually moved to Zhunti in the distance before finally settling in the direction of the faraway Primordial Wilderness. He laughed aloud. "Zhunti, your elder brother will go on ahead!"

Before his laughter faded, he and the Twelve-grade Golden Merit Lotus beneath him suddenly erupted with boundless Buddhist light of extinction—that was Jieyin's purest power of origin and nirvana.

Wherever the Buddhist light passed, space and time returned to the abyss, and all laws became empty.

An ancient Saint charging at the forefront was caught entirely off guard and engulfed by that resolute intent of extinction. He let out an unwilling roar before being dragged, along with his immortal Saint body and indestructible Primordial Spirit, into the depths of the eternal abyss, leaving no trace behind.

Almost at the exact moment Daoist Jieyin burned himself away, Xuanyuan in another battlefield also met his end.

This human emperor