The vertical pupil stared at Gu Qingshan.
It uttered a rapid stream of eerie words, trying to communicate with Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan shook his head. "No—I won't summon you here, much less provide you with any power."
Killing intent flared in the vertical pupil.
A thin, multicolored beam shot from it, stabbing toward Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan shook his head. "You don't have the power to cast that spell. Give it up."
All around the vertical pupil, the gray mountain continued to collapse.
—The vertical pupil was trying desperately to draw enough power from the gray mountain to form some kind of demonic force.
Unfortunately, everything belonging to that eight-armed giant had been washed to ash by time.
If not for the vast number of beings sacrificed, the vertical pupil would never even have had a chance to be born.
It had all happened by sheer chance.
But the possibility had already emerged. That meant that in this world, an evil presence had already gained a legitimate "place."
This time, Gu Qingshan had refused it.
But what about next time?
What choices would the Saints who yearned to throw themselves into the new era make?
Gu Qingshan's gaze darkened.
He drew Eternal Existence and Hundred Battles from the void, then leaped lightly forward.
Two streaks of cold light crossed.
The vertical pupil was instantly cleaved apart and vanished into a sea of deep golden light, disappearing from the Primordial World forever.
Gu Qingshan turned and leaped back to the edge of the pit, sheathing his swords.
He looked somewhat forlorn.
"These Saints can't wait to enter the new era, yet they don't realize that they themselves represent history. They're exactly the ones the new era is meant to discard."
"Kneeling won't make them welcome. It'll only turn them into