Doushuai Palace, alchemy room.
Xiruan patted her round little belly and burped contentedly.
The burp was fragrant with the scent of Nine Revolutions Golden Elixirs.
She looked at the stone-still old man before her and put on a very magnanimous expression.
"Bad accountant, don't cry."
She walked over on her short little legs and gently patted Taishang Laojun on the arm.
"I left you a house. I won't tear down your front gate."
"I'm very reasonable!"
Taishang Laojun's body stiffened.
Reasonable?
You call this reasonable?
You emptied out everything I'd accumulated over billions of years, didn't even leave behind the furnace dregs, and now you say you left me a house?
He, Taiqing Good Corpse, wanted nothing more than to hug the gates of Doushuai Palace and weep aloud.
When Xiruan saw he wasn't saying anything, she assumed he was moved by her generosity.
She nodded in satisfaction, hefted the Milk Bottle back onto her shoulder, then pointed at the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which was still blazing fiercely.
"I'll borrow this furnace, too. I bet it'd make meat stew taste delicious."
As soon as she finished speaking,
the Qiankun Cauldron appeared again, mysterious yellow energy swirling at its mouth. The enormous Eight Trigrams Furnace, along with the Nine Heavens Divine Fire Vein beneath it, was forcibly uprooted and sucked into the Qiankun Cauldron.
"Pfft—"
Taishang Laojun finally couldn't take it anymore. He spat out a mouthful of Saint Blood, and his Dao Heart crumbled to dust.
The elixirs were gone.
The Immortal Herbs and Spiritual Roots were gone.
Now even his cooking pot was gone!
Had Tongtian sent this little girl to wipe out his household?!
At that very moment,
in Bajing Palace, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens,
the figure seated cross-legged on a cushion trembled slightly.
The projection of the Eight Trigrams Furnace before him abruptly went dark. Its flames turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished completely.
The entire Primeval World universe froze in that instant.
The River of Time stopped flowing.
The Laws of Space solidified completely.
The Three Thousand Great Daos groaned under unbearable strain, as if they might snap at any moment.
An intensely cold fury spread from within Bajing Palace, instantly enveloping the entire Primordial Three Realms.
Inaction, tranquility, nature.
Saint Taiqing's Dao had been torn to shreds.
Across the Three Realms and Six Paths, immortals, gods, demons, monsters, mortals, plants, spirits, and True Spirits were all pinned motionless to the ground.
Inside Zixiao Palace, Master Tongtian was so startled by this fury that he sprang straight up from his cushion, his face full of shock.
Eldest Brother... what's gotten into him?!
Xiruan seemed to sense something. She curiously lifted her head and blinked her big, bright eyes.
"Huh? Did it get dark?"
Inside Bajing Palace,
Saint Taiqing slowly opened his eyes and uttered a single word.
"Who?"
His voice rang clearly through every corner of the Primeval World.
When Taishang Laojun heard it, his whole body shuddered.
The True Self... had been angered into appearing.
He pointed a trembling finger at Xiruan, his lips quivering, unable to utter a word.
Xiruan stopped walking and called out to the empty air in her childish voice.
"It's me! I'm here to pay back my dad's debt!"
Her clear voice rang across the Three Realms.
The entire Primeval World fell into absolute silence.
Every Great Being spying on the scene wished they could gouge out their own eyes and destroy their Divine Senses, pretending they'd seen and heard nothing.
She was crazy!
The little one was crazy, too!
How dare she speak to the Saint Lord of Taiqing like that?!
Inside Bajing Palace, the fury in Saint Taiqing's eyes instantly froze, turning into boundless coldness.
In the next instant, a figure tore through time and space and appeared above Doushuai Palace.
He wore a plain Daoist robe. His hair and beard were entirely white, and his face was expressionless.
Saint Taiqing's True Self had arrived.
Xiruan tilted her little head back to look at him and asked curiously:
"Huh? Bad accountant, did you change your clothes?"
Saint Taiqing's eye twitched violently. He slowly raised a hand.
Pure energy gathered into a giant hand that covered the entire Thirty-Three Heavens, pressing slowly down toward Xiruan.
He would suppress this lawless wretch until the end of time, to the End of the Universe!
Tongtian, Yuanshi, Nuwa—all the Saints held their breath.
At last... he was getting serious!
Xiruan stared at the giant hand, her eyes shining brightly. She raised the Milk Bottle, her little face flushed with excitement.
"Perfect! I can try out my new feature!"
The Milk Bottle flew out. Under the gaze of every Great Being in the Three Realms, it collided with the giant hand.
Boom—!
Before the stunned eyes of all the Saints, the giant hand shattered inch by inch, then dispersed into pure energy.
One strike. The Saint's Dharma Body was destroyed!
Inside Zixiao Palace, the Green Ping Sword fell from Master Tongtian's hand with a clatter.
In Wa Huang Palace, the Red Silk Ball in Saint Nuwa's hand dimmed.
At Mount Sumeru in the West, the sorrowful expressions on Jieyin and Zunti's faces froze into unprecedented terror.
Saint Taiqing's True Self stood motionless above Doushuai Palace, his mind a blank.
His Dao had been broken—a baby girl had shattered it with a single strike from a baby bottle.
After landing her blow, Xiruan raised her little chin and called up to Saint Taiqing in her childish voice:
"Bad accountant! Your slap wasn't as hard as my bottle!"
"Want to fight some more?"
Saint Taiqing didn't answer.
The space around him began to twist, and a pressure more terrifying than before descended.
He was truly enraged.
A scroll slowly unfurled behind him.
Black and white energies flowed, the two poles of yin and yang divided, and earth, fire, water, and wind evolved and perished within it, like a chaotic universe in the process of being created.
The Primordial Treasure Taiji Diagram (main diagram)!
Xiruan looked at the enormous black-and-white circle and grew even more excited.
"Wow! He brought out another new cushion!"
"I want this one, too!"
Her tiny body transformed into a streak of light and shot skyward once more. She swung the Milk Bottle in a wide arc and smashed it toward the Taiji Diagram.
Just then,
"Stop!"
A stern, cold shout rang out from Kunlun Mountain, echoing across the Nine Heavens.
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