Pick Up the Sutras! Pick Up the Sutras!

Dazzling radiance blazed, runes flashed across the sky, boundless, endless, immeasurable.

In the river of time, a towering figure walked through its flowing currents. Countless scenes of the past flashed by, yet he kept gazing toward the far shore.

Beneath a blood-red dusk, blood flowed in rivers. Darkness ate into armor, and one aged, broken corpse after another lay scattered.

"With me here, Heavenly Court still stands. Even a Heavenly Court of one must stand!"

The years passed in silence. He sat alone in an ancient world, quietly enduring the turning of epochs.

As though the time had come, he rose and walked toward an ocean of worlds, great and small. A faint trail of footprints appeared in the Void, following his path into the distance until it vanished.

Calls from countless living beings reached his ears, full of longing, reluctance, and grief. Their voices cried out:

"Celestial Thearch!"

Not good!

Two fingers pressed together like a sword pointed at his brow. The purest Geng Metal energy became a soft, gleaming horsetail whisk and swept through his sea of consciousness.

Drip.

Drip.

The tortoise shell, fortune sticks, and other objects on the table had long since turned to dust. Blood streamed from Yuan Shoucheng's seven orifices. His mind was blank, unable to recall a thing; only that final cry from the masses echoed inside it.

"Haha... With a light sweep of his sword, he shatters hordes of demons. His divine radiance shines bright, ever protecting the living. Marshal Tianpeng, it is an honor to meet you."

Yuan Shoucheng rose and bowed deeply. "I failed to show you proper courtesy."

"Wait, sir, shouldn't you wipe your face?" Lu Mingfei felt his hair stand on end. Brother, you're bleeding from all seven orifices! How are you still smiling?!

Su Lin pulled out