Boom!
The Chaos Void shook violently once more. The mountain-like Creation Cauldron, wrapped in terrifying might, slammed viciously onto the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit yet again.
Crack!
Across the golden lotus, the fissures spread again, and that brilliant Buddhist light had already dimmed like a guttering candle in the wind.
Daoist Jieyin's saintly body trembled violently, and a mouthful of golden sage blood could no longer be suppressed. It sprayed out.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa! Show mercy! Show mercy!"
Zhunti was so frightened his soul nearly flew from his body. His golden body had already shattered, and now, under the shockwave of the Creation Cauldron's might, his injuries were like snow piled onto frost.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa! I was wrong! I truly was wrong!"
"Please, Fellow Daoist, calm your anger! Everything can be discussed!"
However, on Nuwa's cold, clear face, there was not the slightest trace of being moved—only an ever sharper chill.
"Only now do you know you were wrong? Too late!"
"Without merit that satisfies me, don't even dream of making me show mercy!"
Nuwa's phoenix eyes brimmed with Baleful Intent, her killing intent fully revealed.
"Today, I insist on letting you taste what it feels like to fall once as well!"
Fall!
Those two words were like a divine thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, striking Jieyin and Zhunti's Primordial Spirits viciously!
Sages were undying and indestructible?
That was in the past!
Ever since Tongtian had crippled his own Saint position, ever since they had learned that this Heavenly Dao Saint position was nothing more than a huge scam laid down by the Dao Ancestor, who would truly dare to die once?
Once they fell, it meant their Primordial Spirits would return to the source of the Heavenly Dao and be reshaped by the power of the Heavenly