The towering waves of the Netherworld Blood Sea had temporarily subsided, but the atmosphere atop Mount Sumeru in the West was so heavy it was suffocating.
The once resplendent Ultimate Bliss World now had dim Buddhist light, while wisps of broken black-gold Demonic Energy drifted between the mountains.
In the void, the vast radiance of Heavenly Dao Origin surged wildly, forming a massive cocoon of light that hovered above the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Within the cocoon, a figure slowly condensed into form.
It was Zhun Ti, whom Qin Mu had erased on the spot with the Spear of Destruction.
Crack.
Cracks appeared across the cocoon's surface. The power of the Heavenly Dao fell like fine rain, and Zhun Ti's body was completely reassembled. He stumbled down from midair and landed heavily on the white jade steps beside the pool.
He suddenly clutched his chest, his face drained of all color. His once solemn and majestic Saintly body had shriveled by an entire circle.
"Damn it!"
Zhun Ti ground his teeth and let out a low growl, his eyes burning with inextinguishable hatred and fury.
He could clearly sense the fluctuations in his cultivation realm.
Although his Saint True Spirit had been resurrected through the Heavenly Dao, the Saint Dao Fruit he had accumulated over countless yuanhui had been completely severed by the Spear of Destruction.
Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, fifth level.
He had fallen several minor realms at once.
The feeling of being forcibly dragged from the heights into the abyss made every inch of his meridians convulse violently.
"Qin Mu... Qin Mu, you little bastard!"
Zhun Ti raised his head and let out low roars toward the sky.
**"Every death costs me cultivation! My countless years of bitter cultivation were wiped out by a single strike of