The towering waves of the Nether Blood Sea had temporarily subsided, but the atmosphere on Mount Sumeru in the Western Lands was so heavy it was suffocating.
The once resplendent Elysian World was now dim with fading Buddhist light, while wisps of broken black-gold demonic aura drifted between the mountains.
In the void, the vast radiance of the Heavenly Dao Origin churned frantically, forming an enormous cocoon of light that hovered above the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Within the cocoon, a figure slowly condensed into form.
It was Zhunti, whom Qin Mu had annihilated on the spot with the Destruction Divine Spear.
Crack.
Lines of fractures appeared across the cocoon's surface. Heavenly Dao Power fell like a fine rain as Zhunti's body was completely reassembled. He stumbled down from midair and landed heavily on the white jade steps beside the pool.
He abruptly clutched his chest, his face pale and bloodless. His once solemn and majestic Saint body had actually shriveled by an entire circle.
"Damn it!"
Zhunti ground his teeth and let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with venomous hatred that could not be extinguished.
He could clearly sense the fluctuations in his cultivation realm.
Though his Saint True Spirit had been resurrected through the Heavenly Dao, the Saint Dao Fruit he had accumulated over countless eras had been completely severed by the Destruction Divine Spear.
Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Fifth Heaven.
He had fallen several minor realms in one blow.
The sensation of being forcibly knocked down from the heights into the abyss made every inch of his meridians convulse violently.
"Qin Mu... Qin Mu, you brat!"
Zhunti raised his head and let out deep, rumbling roars at the sky.
**"Every death costs me cultivation! My countless years of hard cultivation were wiped out by