One Move Defeats Three Sages

The Sea of Blood churned, its foul waves towering to the heavens, killing intent boiling over.

Standing atop the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, Old Ancestor Minghe took the lead, wielding twin swords as he charged at Ye Changqing.

In the Northern Sea there was a fish, its name Kun. Kun was so vast that no one knew how many thousand li it spanned. It transformed into a bird, its name Peng. No one knew how many thousand li its back stretched. When it rose in fury and took flight, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky.

Demon Master Kunpeng moved as swiftly as a ghost, wielding a Kunpeng Sword as he took the chance to harass him.

A ghostly green glow coiled around the Kunpeng Sword—the unwillingness and resentment of a Kunpeng.

Demon Master Kunpeng had actually slaughtered one of his own kind, forging its spine and wronged soul into this sword.

Once someone was pierced by it, boundless resentment would instantly seize their body, rendering them unable to move and leaving them at the mercy of others.

There was also a Daoist in the air, riding a deer through the clouds, fragrant breezes swirling around him.

Though his features were unusual and his appearance strange, he bore the bearing of an immortal on the righteous path and the grandeur of Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

Daoist Randeng held the Qiankun Ruler, waiting for an opening to launch a sneak attack from behind.

All three were among the three thousand mortal guests of Purple Heaven Palace. They had lived for who knew how long, yet now they had joined forces against a junior—what a laughable sight.

Ye Changqing frowned. The tribulation clouds above his head had already shrunk to a mere million li in radius, yet the energy brewing within was unimaginably immense.

He had to deal with the trouble before him before he could undergo the tribulation in peace!

"Kill him!"

Old Ancestor Minghe roared.

The three of them had also sensed the danger in the heavens. If they did not end this quickly, they feared they would be caught up in the Heavenly Tribulation as well.

Ye Changqing was the one meant to answer this tribulation. Once he was killed, the Heavenly Tribulation would end.

Relying on the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Red Lotus to protect his body, Old Ancestor Minghe wielded two Innate Spiritual Treasure swords and clung tightly to Ye Changqing.

Demon Master Kunpeng directly abandoned the Kunpeng Sword and reverted to his original form. After a cry like an eagle's, one claw stabbed toward Ye Changqing's back.

Daoist Randeng also seized the opportunity, hurling the Qiankun Ruler in his hand toward the back of Ye Changqing's head.

"Changqing..."

Far away in the Primordial World, Sect Master Tongtian saw this scene and his eyes split with fury.

He took one step forward, about to rush into the chaos to rescue his disciple.

But the moment he moved, three figures blocked his path.

"Laozi!"

"Zhunti!"

"Jieyin!"

Sect Master Tongtian ground his teeth as he spat out their names.

Within the Netherworld Underworld, inside a certain palace.

An incomparably beautiful woman raised her head, her gaze upon Ye Changqing filled with expectation.

The Heavenly Dao had plotted against her, forcing her to transform herself into reincarnation. Trapped in this dark place, she could never leave.

She could only watch helplessly as her elder brothers died one after another.

Today, Ye Changqing was achieving the Dao of the Primal Origin. She hoped that there might truly be someone who could defy the Heavenly Dao.

Just as Empress Pingxin considered whether she should intervene, the battle in the chaos suddenly changed.

Crack!

A gray divine lightning bolt suddenly descended from the Heavenly Tribulation.

It was so fast that even Demon Master Kunpeng failed to react in time.

Sizzle...

The smell of scorched flesh spread throughout the chaos.

Demon Master Kunpeng was directly electrocuted into a roasted chicken, every feather on his body burned away.

Demon Master Kunpeng spat out a mouthful of blood and fled billions of li away from Ye Changqing in the blink of an eye. He had already suffered grave injuries.

Old Ancestor Minghe had clearly not expected such a move either. Although the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Red Lotus protected him, he was still instantly blasted into a mist of blood.

By the time he re-formed, he had already appeared at a Blood God Son avatar tens of millions of li away.

Daoist Randeng was the farthest from Ye Changqing. The instant the Chaos Divine Thunder descended, he immediately fled.

He himself was unharmed, but it was already too late to retrieve the Qiankun Ruler he had sent smashing toward Ye Changqing.

When he tried to summon the Qiankun Ruler back again, it was as though a stone had sunk into the sea.

Suddenly, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Primordial Spirit he had left within the Qiankun Ruler had been annihilated by the Chaos Divine Thunder, grievously damaging his Primordial Spirit.

The three of them had never imagined that Ye Changqing would be so ruthless as to actively draw down the lightning tribulation.

Watching the chaotic energy churn without end, all three of them let out cold sneers.

They had merely been caught in the fallout of the Chaos Divine Thunder, yet they had already been reduced to such a miserable state.

As the one undergoing the tribulation, Ye Changqing had surely been reduced to ashes by now, hadn't he?

Demon Master Kunpeng flapped his bare wings and flashed forward, forcing back the chaos aura and revealing Ye Changqing's figure.

Ye Changqing stood there with his clothes in tatters and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet the aura around him had grown even sharper.

"Hiss..."

All three of them drew in a sharp breath. They had not expected this fellow to become even stronger.

Ye Changqing let out a cold laugh. He had forged himself into a sword; no matter how many tribulations came his way, they were merely a thousand hammerings and ten thousand temperings.

Fear rose in all three of their hearts. Were they really going to flee?

No!

To them, the temptation of Becoming a Saint far outweighed their own lives.

If they allowed Ye Changqing to achieve Dao today, they would never have another chance.

"What are you still waiting for?"

"Are you truly going to let him become a Saint?"

Demon Master Kunpeng's words spread throughout the three realms of the Primordial World.

His words were meant for those veteran Quasi-Saints.

Within Wuzhuang Temple, Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

If he had wished to become a Saint back then, one of the cushions in Purple Heaven Palace would naturally have been his.

Yet he had yielded the opportunity to become a Saint to his friend, Old Ancestor Hongyun.

He was the ancestor of Earth Immortals; the foundation of his sainthood did not lie in the Heavenly Dao.

Still, he hoped that Ye Changqing might truly create a miracle.

Above the Heavenly Court, within Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Haotian Shangdi and Holy Mother of Yaochi were both deeply hesitant.

They had originally been mere attendants at Dao Ancestor Hongjun's side, serving tea and water, yet now they had become great figures governing the three realms.

But their ambitions did not end there. Becoming a Saint was what truly mattered.

"Let us observe for now!"

"After all, there is still a Saint behind Ye Changqing..."

Holy Mother of Yaochi advised Haotian Shangdi.

Old Ancestor Minghe, Demon Master Kunpeng, and Daoist Randeng all felt somewhat awkward.

In the vast Primordial World, not another person dared to make a move.

The instant their gazes met, the three of them understood each other's little schemes.

"Run!"

Demon Master Kunpeng cried out and was the first to flee.

The direction of his escape was, unexpectedly, Empress Wa's Palace amid the chaos.

So long as he gained the protection of Empress Nuwa, the Saint of the Demon Race, this little life of his would be preserved.

As long as he, Kunpeng, secluded himself deep within the Northern Darkness Sea and never emerged again, he could continue clinging to life.

Seeing that he had reached the gates of Empress Wa's Palace, Demon Master Kunpeng finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked behind him.

"Urgh..."

When he turned around, he saw only a streak of sword light cleave his body in two in an instant.

"No!"

"Empress Nuwa, save me..."

Demon Master Kunpeng's Primordial Spirit fled from his body. Watching his flesh dissolve into a mist of blood, he screamed for help.

"Sigh!"

"Fellow Daoist, spare his life, and Nuwa will owe you a favor!"

A faint sigh drifted out from Empress Wa's Palace as Empress Nuwa made her move and saved Demon Master Kunpeng.

Back when the Witch-Demon War had just ended, Demon Master Kunpeng had presented her with the Monster Summoning Banner and the River Diagram and Luo Script, seeking her protection.

Later, Empress Nuwa's elder brother, Great God Fuxi, reincarnated among the human race and relied on the River Diagram and Luo Script to help humanity seek fortune and avoid misfortune, attaining the station of Human Emperor.

Thus, she owed Demon Master Kunpeng a karmic debt.