txolops Chapter 266 The First Time in the Primordial Era: A Saint Has Fallen!
Chapter 266 The First Time in the Primordial Era: A Saint Has Fallen!
Zhunti's expression was solemn, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
The monk beside him completely concealed himself behind Zhunti, fearing that the terrifying attack might affect him in the slightest.
When Taibai waved the Pangu Banner and unleashed the chaotic energy, Zhunti's pupils suddenly contracted.
The Seven Treasures Tree in his hand shone brightly, and its seven-colored rays swept towards the gray mist.
However, the seven-colored divine light, powerful enough to sweep away all laws, silently dissolved the moment it touched the chaotic energy, failing to hinder it in the slightest.
The Seven Treasures Tree itself trembled violently, its lush branches and crystalline leaves groaning under the strain, and fine cracks instantly spread across its smooth trunk.
"not good!"
Zhunti's heart was filled with turbulent waves.
This Seven Treasures Tree was the treasure that brought him to enlightenment. It has accompanied him through countless eons, and today even the power of the sages of the Primordial Beginning cannot shake it.
He saw more clearly the resolute, cold light in Taibai's eyes, driven by his very essence, clearly indicating a fight to the death.
Taibai did not give him any chance to catch his breath.
With another movement, the Gengjin longsword in his hand transformed into a platinum rainbow that tore through the heavens and earth.
Almost simultaneously with the sword light came the infamous God-Slaying Spear.
As the spear thrust out, only the purest killing intent was concentrated at the tip.
That killing intent was chilling to the bone, directly targeting the origin of the primordial spirit; even the indestructible primordial spirit of a saint could be wounded by it.
In front, the Pangu Banner, powered by the saints, locked the souls and suppressed all directions.
Behind it, the Geng metal sword energy cleared the way, and the deadly killing intent was hidden.
Both innate spiritual treasures were infused with Taibai's own essence of law power, causing their power to surge.
In an instant, Zhunti found himself in an extremely dangerous situation, one he had never faced since attaining sainthood.
He roared, his voice shaking the world.
The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit beneath his feet burst forth with boundless golden light, and the layers of lotus petals instantly protected his entire body.
At the same time, he rapidly formed a hand seal with his left hand, and a gigantic phantom of the Seven Treasures Tree appeared behind him.
"Boom!"
Another stream of chaotic energy, unleashed from the Pangu Banner, crashed violently into the barrier formed by the Golden Lotus of Merit.
At the moment of impact, there was no loud noise, only a deep, muffled thud that sent shivers down one's spine.
The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit shone brightly and trembled violently. Countless cracks spread wildly across the golden lotus petals, centered on the point of impact.
Zhunti Daoist let out a muffled groan, and a wisp of golden holy blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Although most of the sage's power contained within the chaotic energy flow was blocked by the Golden Lotus of Merit,
However, the remaining shockwaves ignored the defense and penetrated through, striking his sacred body and primordial spirit, causing his primordial spirit to sway and his Dao foundation to loosen slightly.
Suddenly, the rainbow formed by the Gengjin sword accurately struck the densest part of the cracks in the Golden Lotus of Merit barrier.
The barrier, already on the verge of collapse, cracked open completely in response.
The sharp, platinum-gold sword energy pierced through the gap, its momentum undiminished, and slashed straight at Zhunti Daoist's chest.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhunti only had time to barely turn his holy body to the side by half.
However, before he could catch his breath, the deadly god-slaying spear had already silently pointed at his heart.
This shot embodied Taibai's determination to kill, sealing off all avenues for evasion, making it truly unavoidable.
The God-Slaying Spear is specifically designed to injure the soul, slaughtering saints and immortals. Even against the indestructible primordial spirit of a saint, it has a remarkable effect of eroding and corrupting it.
Zhunti's body suddenly stiffened. He felt his life force and magical power draining away uncontrollably at an alarming rate, and his Dao fruit was obscured.
"puff!"
Just then, Randeng, who had been hiding beside him and hoping for the saint's protection, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked down in disbelief at a hole that had appeared in his chest.
That was merely a ripple of the killing intent of the God-Slaying Spear, which dissipated from a distance of several feet, yet it had already severely damaged his origin and shattered his Dao body's vitality.
"Zhunti...Master...save me..."
Ran Deng opened his mouth, uttered a few words with difficulty, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.
His body, starting from that wound, disintegrated inch by inch, scattering between heaven and earth.
Witnessing the demise of the lamp-bearer, his body and soul utterly destroyed, Zhunti's eyes widened in fury.
Although not a close friend, Randeng was an important part of the Western Religion's scheme, and his death before his eyes caused him to momentarily lose his composure.
The struggle between sages is ever-changing.
This momentary lapse in concentration, in the face of an opponent like Taibai, is a fatal flaw.
"Snap!"
A clear cracking sound rang out, and the Seven Treasures Tree finally succumbed to the continuous impact of the saint's power from the Pangu Banner.
This innate spiritual root, which had once surpassed countless spiritual treasures, lost all its brilliance and its spiritual essence rapidly dissipated, thus being destroyed.
At almost the same time, the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit also let out a mournful cry.
"Holy One Zhunti, this twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit is destined for me!"
In the distant void, a five-colored divine light pierced through the air, moving faster than any comprehension, and directly took away the Golden Lotus of Merit.
The radiance vanished in an instant, and Kong Xuan appeared not far away, holding a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit.
He had been waiting there for a long time. Although the majesty of the sage was terrifying, he still suppressed his fear and was determined to seize the treasure of Zhunti and reap some benefits from the karma.
He had been waiting there for a long time. Although the majesty of the sage was terrifying, he still suppressed his fear and was determined to seize the treasure of Zhunti and reap some benefits from the karma.
"Kong Xuan!"
Zhunti's angry shout came to an abrupt halt.
The chilling killing intent of the God-Slaying Spear had completely invaded the core of his primordial spirit.
He looked down at his chest, where a deep, dark hole was spreading rapidly, and his life was slipping away at an alarming rate.
Zhunti struggled to raise his head, looking westward, his eyes filled with resentment.
"How hateful... I've ended up like this..."
The next moment, his holy body began to disintegrate.
First, it transforms into specks of golden light, then dims, turns to ash, and scatters into the void with the wind.
Amidst the ashes, a faint trace of a true spirit drifted towards the ninety-ninth heaven.
When a sage falls, heaven and earth grieve.
This is the first time this has happened since the birth of the Six Sages of Heaven.
"Boom!"
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the heavens; it was no ordinary thunder, but a lament of the heavens.
Immediately, a torrential downpour of blood-red rain fell, the water crimson, soaking into the sorrow.
Wherever the blood rain fell, vegetation withered and collapsed, mountains and rivers wept, and even the void trembled.
In the Western Paradise, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool suddenly dried up, and all the golden lotuses in the pool withered.
The Guide Daoist awoke with a start, golden blood spurting from his meditation, his mournful cries echoing beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens:
"Junior brother!"
The blood rain poured down for three whole days without stopping.
Even Wen Zhong, who originally intended to regroup and fight again, ordered his army to stand by in place upon seeing this strange phenomenon, in order to prevent any unforeseen events that could increase casualties.
Three days later, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, but a dark shadow fell over the hearts of all the cultivators in the prehistoric world.
Since the beginning of time, the first sage has fallen.
Although Zhunti only achieved sainthood through merit and trickery and was known as the weakest, he was still a saint in the end.
Taibai gazed at the place where Zhunti had vanished, remaining silent for a long time.
At this moment, the secrets of heaven are still in chaos, but the sages spare no effort to deduce and investigate.
After all, this matter concerns one's own sacred path, and no one can remain uninvolved.
Only the Primordial Celestial Venerable had a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.
He had already sensed everything when Taibai activated the wisp of holy power he had given to the Pangu Banner.
The remaining saints also ultimately focused their auras on Lintong Pass.