Deathly silence.
A chill like an ancient glacier shrouded the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
The golden sage blood at the corner of Taishang Laojun's lips stung the eyes.
It silently proclaimed a truth that could overturn everything the Primordial World thought it knew.
A Heavenly Dao Sage was not invincible.
And his defeat had been so effortless, so complete.
One sword strike.
Just one sword strike.
"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"
Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was hoarse, its final notes carrying a tremor he had failed to hide.
What a Divine Ability One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones was.
It was born of the Great Dao upon which Senior Brother Taishang stood. The three Avatars shared the same source and root as his true body. As long as his true body survived, the Avatars could gather or disperse at a thought, changing countless times in an instant.
But Tongtian's sword strike had not severed the Avatars.
It had severed the connection.
The Karma.
The very root!
That power had already crossed the boundaries of spells and techniques, reaching depths of the Dao Source they could scarcely touch.
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
Yuanshi Tianzun turned toward Taishang Laojun.
The latter was pale, struggling with all his might to reconnect the severed ties of Origin, yet never managing to succeed.
That purple-gray sword mark lay between his Origin and his Avatars, forming a chasm that could no longer be crossed.
Humiliation.
Unprecedented humiliation.
The Four Saints had come together to mete out punishment on Heaven's behalf, yet in their very first encounter, a single sword strike had grievously wounded the strongest among them.
"Demonic heresy! It must be demonic heresy!"
Fear and fury swept away Yuanshi Tianzun's reason, and he let out a roar that pierced heaven and earth.
"Tongtian! What forbidden power