Saint Zhunti had his head dug off with a single hoe strike, his glowing head flying high into the air.
This scene shocked the Primordial Three Realms.
"Hahaha! Old Zhunti, this is the fate decreed by the Heavenly Dao—your fate decreed by the Heavenly Dao! Hahaha!"
Seeing Zhunti meet such an end, Sect Master Tongtian, far away in the Heavenly Court, threw back his head and laughed until he doubled over.
Between heaven and earth, only Sect Master Tongtian dared to laugh. Everyone else wore expressions of utter shock.
The Jade Emperor and the others also found it immensely satisfying!
"Why does that shadow feel strangely familiar?"
Deep within the Heavenly Court's rear palace, the Jade Emperor watched the distant fleeing figure through the Haotian Mirror, suspicion rising within him.
"Look at what he's holding," Queen Mother said with a smile.
"A hoe."
"Exactly."
"Ah, you mean... someone by Father's side?"
"That's right. It was probably Big Black Dog." Queen Mother nodded.
Watching the battle through the Haotian Mirror, the newcomer had not only traded blows with Saints, but had also wielded a bizarre hoe-shaped treasure against Saint Zhunti. There was naturally only one possible guess.
"Then that must be it. Hahahahaha."
The Jade Emperor laughed loudly. "That was so satisfying! Later, I'll have Father give Big Black Dog an extra meal!"
"That's a must—and it has to be a grand feast!"
Queen Mother giggled. "Storm clouds are gathering over the Primordial Continent. It's time to visit Father. We can also let our daughters stay with him for a while and avoid some dangers."
The Jade Emperor nodded in agreement.
The West, Spirit Mountain.
Saint Zhunti had his head dug off with a single hoe strike. Saint Jieyin's killing intent surged to the heavens, and he had wanted to pursue the mastermind, but Old Ancestor Qilin and the others had long since vanished without a trace.
No matter how Saint Jieyin deduced or calculated, he could not determine Old Ancestor Qilin's identity, nor could he find where they had gone.
"I'm furious!"
Boom!
Saint Jieyin could only vent his rage upon the empty air, shattering the void with a punch.
"Senior Brother."
A flash of light bloomed, and Saint Zhunti appeared before him, pale-faced.
"Junior Brother, are you all right?" Saint Jieyin hurriedly stepped forward to support Saint Zhunti.
"My primordial spirit has been damaged. I've lost at least several hundred million years of cultivation."
Saint Zhunti nodded. Looking at the ruined Spirit Mountain, he grew even more enraged and heartbroken.
"Western Ox Continent was already barren. Now Spirit Mountain has been destroyed, its spiritual veins and earth veins dug apart, while more than half our disciples have been killed or wounded. Why must our Western Teachings suffer such a calamity?"
"The Heavenly Dao is unfair! Waaahhh~"
Saint Jieyin beat his chest and stamped his feet, weeping bitterly. "I must go to Teacher Hongjun and lodge a complaint!"
Saint Zhunti began to sob as well.
For a time, Saint Jieyin and Saint Zhunti clung to each other and cried.
Where was the bearing of Saints in this sight?
The mortal realm.
Old Ancestor Qilin, Dragon Ancestor, and the Nine Golden Crows had already returned to the courtyard.
"How did it go? How did it go?" Yang Jian hurried over to ask.
"Spirit Mountain was dug flat by a few strikes of my hoe!"
"Damn, that fierce? You even wiped out their nest! Hahaha, good! Good digging! Let that Old Zhunti keep acting so arrogant!"
"It was more than just flattened. Spirit Mountain's spiritual veins and earth veins were all dug apart and smashed to pieces! More than a hundred thousand Bodhisattvas and Arhats were reduced to ashes, and their blessed grotto-heavens became dead lands in an instant. Hehehe." Dragon Ancestor laughed excitedly as well.
"That was awesome!"
Yang Jian slapped his thigh and leaped up in excitement. "Back to square one in a single day! Hahaha, let's see how the Western Teachings will grow stronger from now on!"
"This is enough to make you happy? There's something even better!" Old Ancestor Qilin shot Yang Jian a disdainful look.
"Oh, there's something even better?"
Yang Jian was stunned. Spirit Mountain had been destroyed, countless Western Teachings disciples slaughtered—wasn't that satisfying enough?
There was something even better?
"That Old Zhunti had his head dug off by one strike of my hoe! Hahaha!" Old Ancestor Qilin laughed loudly.
"Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit! Is that for real?!"
"Of course it's real!"
"Old Black, you're incredible!!"
Yang Jian jumped up in shock, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! That old bastard finally got what was coming to him! Hahaha! Serves him right! He dared bully my Brother Tong—he deserved to be beaten to death!"
Old Black?
Old Ancestor Qilin's expression turned strange for a moment, but he did not take it to heart.
"Hahahahaha, that's right! He deserved to be beaten to death! Satisfying! So satisfying! Hahahahaha!"
Dragon Ancestor and the Nine Golden Crows all laughed uproariously!
How long had it been? How long?
It had been ten million years—ten million years without such satisfaction!
Never had they felt so utterly exhilarated!
Chasing a Saint down and beating him was like chasing down a stray dog. How could that not feel good?
It was simply too damn satisfying!
Western Teachings, Spirit Mountain.
"Senior Brothers, Senior Sister, please lend the two of us a hand."
Saint Jieyin walked before the Grand Pure Saint, Nuwa, and Primeval Lord of Heaven, tearfully asking for their help.
Nuwa nodded. "Junior Brother, you are too polite. The Western Teachings have suffered such a disaster. Naturally, we will not stand idly by."
"Mm." The Grand Pure Saint did not refuse, but he also asked, "Who exactly were those people just now? When did you offend figures like them?"
"We don't know either!"
Saint Zhunti looked as though he wanted to cry. "Since the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, we have remained in seclusion. If Teacher had not appeared, we would still be in seclusion now."
"Two of those people possessed the strength of Saints!" Primeval Lord of Heaven's expression darkened.
This was terrifying news.
There were actually people with the strength of Saints!
Several people had joined forces and even slain Saint Zhunti!
Faced with this mysterious force of unknown origin, Primeval Lord of Heaven was secretly alarmed.
They could target Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin today. Who knew whether they would target Primeval Lord of Heaven in the future?
The Grand Pure Saint, meanwhile, furrowed his brow.
There were other Saints in the Primordial Continent.
The Grand Pure Saint recalled what Sect Master Tongtian had told him in the chaos.
Could the mastermind who had attacked Saint Zhunti and destroyed Spirit Mountain be the Saint Sect Master Tongtian had mentioned?
The Grand Pure Saint was certain in his heart. It had to be so.
"That's right. Those two possessed strength at least at the fifth level of Saint realm." Saint Zhunti nodded with a dark expression.
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Grand Pure Saint: "..."
Primeval Lord of Heaven: "..."
Saint Nuwa: "..."
The three of them were speechless.
If they truly possessed the strength of fifth-level Saints, you would probably have genuinely fallen long ago!
Would you still be here sobbing?
You really have no shame, Old Zhunti!
"No matter what, Teacher must be informed of this matter."
Saint Jieyin stepped in to ease the tension. "The urgent matter is to ask our Senior Brothers and Senior Sister to lend us a hand in restoring Spirit Mountain's earth veins and spiritual veins."
"The spiritual veins can be restored, but the earth veins likely cannot. At most, they can be reassembled; they cannot be restored to their former state." The Grand Pure Saint shook his head.
Saint Jieyin sighed. "As long as they can be reassembled, they will surely recover after being nourished for ten million years."
"Please lend us a hand." Saint Zhunti also bowed in request.
"Very well." Saint Nuwa nodded in agreement once more.
Immediately, the five great Saints joined forces, employing Great Divine Abilities and setting up the Saint Formation as they began restoring Spirit Mountain.
Saints truly were Saints. Before long, Spirit Mountain's spiritual veins had been restored.
Spirit Mountain's earth veins were also reassembled, once more radiating the ancient, heavy aura of the earth.
"Thank you!"
Saint Jieyin and Saint Zhunti clasped their hands in thanks.
The Grand Pure Saint and the other two nodded.
This karmic bond had now been formed. Should they need help in the future, the Western Teachings could not stand idly by.
Afterward, Nuwa and the other two departed.
"Third Brother, Third Brother... what exactly is the secret behind you? When will that grandfather of yours finally reveal himself?"
Recalling Tongtian's words, the Grand Pure Saint muttered to himself.
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