Shattering a Saint's Dharma Body with a Single Bottle! Taiqing Is Driven Mad!

Doushuai Palace, Alchemy Room.

Xiruan patted her round little belly and let out a satisfied burp.

The burp was filled with the fragrance of Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir.

She looked at the petrified old man before her and put on a very magnanimous expression.

"Bad accountant, don't cry anymore."

She walked over on her short legs and gently patted Taishang Laojun's arm.

"I left you the house, so I won't tear down your front gate anymore."

"I am very reasonable!"

Taishang Laojun's body stiffened.

Reasonable?

You call this reasonable?

You emptied out the family fortune I've accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, didn't even leave behind the dregs of the alchemy furnace, and you still claim you left me the house?

He, the Taiqing Good Corpse, wanted nothing more than to hug the gates of Doushuai Palace and wail at the top of his lungs.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiruan assumed he was moved by her benevolence.

She nodded with satisfaction, hoisted her milk bottle back onto her shoulder, and pointed at the Eight Trigrams Furnace that was still burning fiercely.

"I'll borrow this furnace too; I bet it would be delicious for stewing meat."

No sooner had she finished speaking.

The Qiankun Cauldron reappeared. Mysterious yellow energy swirled around the mouth of the cauldron, and the massive Eight Trigrams Furnace, along with the Nine Heavens Divine Fire Vein beneath it, was forcibly uprooted and pulled into the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Pfft—"

Taishang Laojun could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of Saint Blood, his Dao Heart completely pulverized.

The elixirs were gone.

The Immortal Herbs and Spiritual Roots were gone.

Now, even the pot he used to cook his meals was gone!

Tongtian must have sent this little girl here to wipe out his sect!

Just at this moment.

Bajing Palace, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion trembled slightly.

The projection of the Eight Trigrams Furnace before him suddenly extinguished, its flames turning into a wisp of blue smoke that dissipated completely.

The entire Primordial Universe froze in that instant.

The River of Time ceased its flow.

The Laws of Space solidified entirely.

The Three Thousand Great Daos let out a groan of unbearable strain, as if they were on the verge of snapping.

An extreme, icy rage permeated from within Bajing Palace, instantly shrouding the entire Three Realms of the Primordial world.

Non-action, tranquility, nature.

The Dao of Saint Taiqing was torn completely to shreds.

Across the Three Realms and Six Paths, whether immortal, god, demon, monster, mortal, or plant, every primordial spirit and True Spirit was pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move.

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, Master Tongtian was startled so badly by this rage that he sprang up from his cushion, his face etched with horror.

Senior Brother... what kind of madness is this?!

Xiruan seemed to sense something; she tilted her head curiously and blinked her big, dark eyes.

"Eh? Did it get dark?"

Inside Bajing Palace.

Saint Taiqing slowly opened his eyes and uttered a single word.

"Who."

This voice reached every corner of the Primordial world with perfect clarity.

Taishang Laojun trembled violently upon hearing that word.

The True Self... has been angered into action.

His fingers trembled as he pointed at Xiruan, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single syllable.

Xiruan stopped in her tracks and shouted toward the empty void in a milky, childish voice.

"Me! I'm here to pay back my daddy's debts!"

The voice was crisp and clear, echoing throughout the Three Realms.

The entire Primordial World fell into an absolute, deathly silence.

Every Great Being currently peeking at this scene wished, at this very moment, that they could gouge out their own eyes and destroy their own Divine Sense, pretending they had seen nothing and heard nothing.

Mad!

This little one is also mad!

How could she dare to speak to the Saint Lord Taiqing like that!

Inside Bajing Palace, the rage in Saint Taiqing's eyes instantly froze, transforming into endless coldness.

The next instant, a figure tore through time and space, appearing directly above Doushuai Palace.

He wore simple Taoist robes, his hair and beard were stark white, and his expression was void of emotion.

The True Self of Saint Taiqing had descended.

Xiruan tilted her little head to look at him, asking curiously:

"Eh? Bad accountant, did you change your clothes?"

The corner of Saint Taiqing's eye twitched violently, and he slowly raised his hand.

Pure Qi condensed into a giant hand that shrouded the entire Thirty-Three Heavens, slowly pressing down toward Xiruan.

He was going to suppress this lawless monstrosity, suppressing her until eternity, until the end of the universe!

Tongtian, Yuanshi, Nüwa—every Saint held their breath at this moment.

Finally... he was getting serious!

Xiruan looked at the giant hand, her eyes shining brilliantly. She raised her milk bottle, her little face flushed with excitement.

"Well come! Just in time to test my new function!"

The milk bottle flew out, and under the gaze of every Great Being in the Three Realms, the two collided with a thunderous boom.

BOOM—!

In the stunned eyes of all the Saints, the giant hand shattered inch by inch, transforming into Pure Qi that dissipated between heaven and earth.

One strike, and the Saint's Dharma Body was broken!

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, the Green Ping Sword in Master Tongtian's hand clattered to the ground.

In Wa Huang Palace, the light of the Red Silk Ball in Saint Nüwa's hand dimmed.

On Mount Sumeru in the West, the expressions of suffering on the faces of Jieyin and Zunti instantly froze into unprecedented terror.

The True Self of Saint Taiqing stood silently above Doushuai Palace, his mind a complete blank.

His Dao had been shattered—broken in a single blow by a baby wielding a milk bottle.

Having succeeded with her strike, Xiruan lifted her tiny chin high and shouted in a milky, childish voice at Saint Taiqing in the sky:

"Bad accountant! Your palm isn't as hard as my bottle!"

"Do you still want to fight?"

Saint Taiqing did not answer.

The void around him began to twist, and a pressure even more terrifying than before descended.

He was truly enraged.

A scroll slowly unfurled behind him.

Black and white energies swirled, dividing the poles of Yin and Yang, while earth, fire, water, and wind evolved and perished within it, as if a chaotic universe were being forged.

The Innate Supreme Treasure, the Taiji Diagram (Main Diagram)!

Xiruan looked at the giant black and white circle and grew even more excited.

"Wow! You brought out a new mat!"

"I want this one too!"

Her small body transformed into a streak of light once more, soaring into the sky as she swung her milk bottle with all her might toward the Taiji Diagram.

Just then.

"Stop!"

A majestic, cold shout echoed from Kunlun Mountain, resounding through the nine heavens.