Minghe rubbed his hands together and manifested his Saint True Body, towering billions of feet high. A blood-red hand vast enough to blot out the sky reached straight for the Bodhi Tree's roots.
"Up you come!"
Rumble!
All of Mount Sumeru shook violently, along with the Western spiritual vein beneath it.
Under the Saint's overwhelming power, the Bodhi Tree was ripped out by the roots!
The instant the tree left the ground...
At Azure Dragon Pass, the victory feast was underway.
Saint Zhunti had been resting with his eyes closed, calculating his gains after the war. Suddenly, his body jerked, and a mouthful of golden Saint blood burst from his lips without warning!
"Pfft!"
His eyes flew open, filled with boundless horror and pain.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
Beside him, Saint Jieyin felt his heart jolt. A savage force was severing his connection to Mount Sumeru's Fortune.
Something had happened!
Something terrible had happened back home!
"My... my original body!" Zhunti's voice trembled. He could feel someone forcibly tearing his Bodhi Tree from the Western spiritual vein. The agony of having his roots severed was more than even a Heavenly Dao Saint could bear.
The sudden sight plunged the entire hall into silence.
Everyone stared at the blood-spitting Saint Zhunti, dumbfounded. None of them knew what had happened.
How could a Saint cough up blood?
Just then, a golden message talisman, so faint it was almost extinguished, pierced the endless void and came tumbling toward Saint Jieyin.
It was the Western Teachings' most urgent distress signal!
Jieyin caught the talisman with a trembling hand.
As his divine sense entered it, the despairing, terrified cries of a surviving disciple exploded in his mind.
"Master! Save us! Ancestor Minghe... Ancestor Minghe brought hundreds of millions of Asura into Mount Sumeru!"
"The gates