The Saint's Demise

This day, auspicious clouds rolled across the Great Desolation, the entire sky enveloped in multicolored rays of light. A shower of flowers rained down, and ethereal immortal music spread throughout the land.

All beings in the Great Desolation couldn't help but prostrate themselves, involuntarily bowing and worshiping the sky.

"This is an auspicious sign of Becoming a Saint!"

A powerful being in the Great Desolation, privy to hidden affairs, revealed.

In the past, he had witnessed such a phenomenon four times in a single day, and that was when the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West attained sainthood.

The Primordial World welcoming another Saint was truly a delightful surprise.

On Golden Ao Island, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult saw this scene and immediately erupted in cheers.

This day was one they would all remember!

Within the Netherworld Blood Sea, Old Ancestor Minghe had just driven away an annoying individual. When he saw this spectacle, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He, of all people, should have been the one to achieve sainthood!

But then his expression suddenly changed, as if recalling something terrifying.

"No, I absolutely cannot just wait for death!"

Old Ancestor Minghe immediately made up his mind. Wielding the Innate Slaughtering Spiritual Treasures Yuantu and Abi, he flew towards the Asura Clan's encampment.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The Asura tribesmen bowed to him one after another, but their greetings were met with their heads being severed by his sword.

"Ah..."

As screams echoed, the blood-crazed Old Ancestor Minghe was close to slaughtering the entire Asura Clan.

There was no fear in their eyes, only fervent devotion.

Old Ancestor Minghe had established the Killing Cult, and they, the Asura Clan, were its disciples.

From the day they were created, they had been waiting to offer their lives to their Ancestor at any moment.

The Netherworld Blood Sea surrounding Old Ancestor Minghe continuously swallowed the bodies of the Asura tribesmen, gradually returning to its original size.

Only then did Old Ancestor Minghe stop and breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though less than one in ten of the Asura Clan remained, there was no trace of guilt in his eyes.

"As long as the Sea of Blood does not dry, Minghe will not die!" He felt invigorated again!

Within the Chaos, Ye Changqing's Primordial Spirit detached from the small white jade sword.

"Reshape true form!"

He uttered a single sentence, and the Chaos energy surged towards him like a torrent, creating a new body for him.

Is this the power of a Saint?

His words are law!

Ye Changqing felt his new body, sensing he was ten thousand times stronger than before.

He threw a punch forward, and a hazy fist shadow instantly pierced the Chaos, traveling for hundreds of millions of miles.

Too powerful!

And this was with him only using the strength of his physical body.

The four Saints within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, who had just been speaking mockingly, were now slapped in the face by Ye Changqing.

They lost all face and fled the formation, leaving in a hurry.

Sect Master Tongtian chuckled as he put away the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. Just as he was about to head into the Chaos to congratulate his disciple, an unexpected event occurred.

At some unknown point, a hazy phantom appeared above Ye Changqing's head.

The phantom was boundless, so much so that even Saints like them hadn't noticed it.

Myriad Great Daos manifested in the heavens, and the flow of Dao rhythm condensed into a long river.

The vast Primordial World was merely a bubble within the Great Dao River.

From the center of the river, a colossal eye emerged from the water. Its gaze, carrying the will of the Great Dao, descended upon the Great Desolation.

At this moment, an immeasurable amount of Chaos energy had been squeezed out for countless trillions of miles, illuminating the world.

The Primordial World trembled incessantly, as if it were about to shatter and return to Chaos once more.

All living beings were pinned to the ground by this awe-inspiring power, unable to move.

Even Saints like Sect Master Tongtian could not break free from the restraint.

This is the Great Dao that Great God Pangu sought to transcend!

The power Ye Changqing had just gained was utterly insignificant in comparison.

Before he could even react, an invisible force acted upon him.

Crack, crack!

In the depths of the void, something seemed to shatter, or perhaps nothing did.

When he raised his head, the Great Dao above him had vanished without a trace.

It all felt like a dream.

Since Great God Pangu created heaven and earth, the Heavenly Dao manifested, and the Great Dao remained hidden. How could it have appeared here today?

Just as all the Saints were puzzled, the Primordial World suddenly changed color once more.

This time, the Primordial World was shrouded in dark clouds, and a rain of blood poured down, filling the world with divine cries and ghostly wails.

"This is... a Saint has fallen..."

"Could it be..."

Sect Master Tongtian muttered to himself, and the moment he regained his senses, he rushed towards Ye Changqing in the Chaos.

After the Great Dao disappeared, Ye Changqing remained in his original posture, unchanged.

Suddenly, his face turned incredibly pale, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips.

His aura also became extremely unstable, deflating like a balloon.

His Cultivation gradually fell, from Primordial Unity Grand Luo Immortal to Quasi-Saint, then to Grand Luo Golden Immortal, before finally stabilizing at the Heavenly Immortal realm.

"Changqing, how are you?"

Sect Master Tongtian steadied the unsteady Ye Changqing and asked.

As he channeled his magic power into Ye Changqing's body, he examined his injuries.

Ye Changqing's Saint Position had been destroyed, and the Great Dao had also inflicted a wound upon his Primordial Spirit.

No matter how Sect Master Tongtian used his magic power to mend Ye Changqing's Primordial Spirit, it was futile.

The wound from the Great Dao was like an insurmountable chasm; all his power vanished without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why..."

"Changqing!"

Sect Master Tongtian's unwilling roar echoed through the Chaos and across the entire Primordial World.

On Golden Ao Island, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult felt as if a heavy stone was lodged in their hearts.

They could never have imagined that despair would arrive so quickly.

Just moments ago, they were celebrating their Senior Disciple Brother, and the next moment, sorrow flooded them like a river.

As everyone was overcome with grief, Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang, standing amidst the crowd, curved his lips into an enigmatic smile.

In the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, it had now become a sea of joy.

The one laughing the most heartily was the pale-faced Daoist Randeng.

He seemed to have forgotten his previous state of disarray.

"I knew it. How could those scaly, feathered, and egg-born beings of the Jie Cult possibly succeed?"

Guang Chengzi, the foremost of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, spoke with mockery.

"Senior Disciple Brother is right!"

"Becoming a Saint and achieving Dao requires immense fortune, great merit, and strong willpower. Ye Changqing possessed none of the three. How could he be a Heavenly Dao Saint?"

True Man Taiyi stroked his beard and spoke eloquently.

Yu Ding Zhenren chimed in, "That Ye Changqing must have done something heinous to warrant such retribution."

Venerable Primordial sat in the high seat. Although he felt a twinge of pity for Ye Changqing, a sense of relief washed over him.

He coughed, interrupting the Chan Sect disciples' self-congratulation, and feigned seriousness, "You should all take this as a warning and remain vigilant at all times, lest you follow in Ye Changqing's footsteps."

After saying this, Venerable Primordial floated away.

In a side hall of the Jade Void Palace, after setting up a formation to block any prying eyes, Venerable Primordial burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Tongtian, I never thought you'd have a day like this?"

"So what if your disciple became a Saint? In the end, isn't he still the biggest joke in the Primordial World..."

"Ye Changqing, oh Ye Changqing, how does the taste of being a Saint feel?"