Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

The sky of the new immortal realm is no longer the clear blue it once was; the thick, inky clouds have been stained a dark purple by the menacing aura of the alien army.

Amidst the churning and surging, black lightning bolts occasionally tore through space and fell.

It crashed onto the already ravaged earth, sending up clouds of scorched earth and shattered corpses.

The Zhou Tian Star Array was once the last bulwark of the primordial beings, but now it is like a spider web ravaged by a storm.

The star stones at the core of the formation exploded one after another, and the brilliant starlight contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From initially covering the entire New Immortal Realm, to having its south, east, and north gates shattered by alien cavalry.

In the end, only the small area around the West Gate could barely maintain a thin membrane of light.

From the cracks in the shattered array patterns, crimson blood droplets mingled with broken starlight as they fell...

It was as if the sky was silently weeping.

At the heart of the formation stood the saints who once stood high above, overlooking the primordial world.

At this moment, however, it had lost all its divine power.

Kong Xuan, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Hongjun Daozu, Jieyin Daoren, Zhunti Daoren, Yuanfeng...

Familiar figures were surrounded by a dense multitude of primordial creatures at the core.

There were surviving Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and disciples of the Jie Sect, as well as old, weak, and disabled soldiers of the demon race.

There are the last remaining great shamans of the witch clan, and even some minor demons and monsters who have only recently taken human form and have not yet fully mastered their supernatural powers.

—They held broken weapons in their hands and bore deep, bone-revealing wounds on their bodies.

Yet they still stood firmly in front of the saints, using their flesh and blood to form the last barrier.

His eyes were filled with a resolute will to die as he stared intently at the dark mass of alien troops on the outer perimeter.

"Cough...cough..."

Suppressed coughing sounds of blood rang out in the silent heart of the battle, sounding particularly jarring.

All the saints' robes were stained with blood; the cloud patterns and totems on their robes were soaked with blood and had lost their former solemnity.

The Tongtian Sect Leader leaned on half of the Zhuxian Sword, several cracks appearing on its blade. His once arrogant brows were now filled only with weariness and ferocity.

Every time he raised his hand, blood would spill from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the shattered Immortal Execution Array Diagram, staining the already dim array diagram even more crimson.

The Taoist priest sat cross-legged, and only three petals remained on the nine-tiered lotus platform.

He clasped his hands together, but could not stop the dissipation of his internal energy. Golden blood seeped from between his fingers, fell to the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the scorched earth.

The Bodhi branch of the Daoist Zhunti had long been broken, and his left arm hung down unnaturally.

Clearly, his bones were broken and his tendons were torn. He forced his eyes open and glanced at the disciples who had died tragically around him. His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness.

Yuan Feng's wings drooped to the ground, and the once radiant phoenix feathers were now covered with mud and bloodstains, with several main feathers broken off.

She curled up, each breath aggravating the injuries to her lungs and internal organs.

It let out a low moan, yet still used its head to protect the phoenix clan behind it.

The most tragic one was Hongjun Daozu.

He sat cross-legged in the very center of the formation, his face as pale as paper, even his lips had lost their color.

His shirt was soaked with blood, and in his hand...

The Jade Disc of Creation, which should have contained the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, has now become a pile of shattered jade fragments.

The largest fragment still bears a charred palm print.

—That was shattered by the alien ruler himself.

In the battle just now, the moment the Jade Disc of Creation shattered, the Dao Ancestor's Dao foundation almost collapsed as well.

If it weren't for the several Heavenly Saints risking their lives to transfer their Dao power, he would probably have perished long ago.

Even so, the power of the Heavenly Dao within him was dissipating like a flood breaking through a dam.

Each cough of blood carried a trace of golden fragments of Dao principles, the foundation connecting him to the Heavenly Dao. Each fragment brought him one step closer to his demise.

"All...all of you, step back..."

Hongjun Daozu spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"Hold the West Gate... Don't... Don't make any more pointless sacrifices..."

But none of the primordial creatures surrounding him retreated.

A Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, who only had one leg left, leaned on his sword and roared through gritted teeth.

"Dao Ancestor! We are willing to live and die with the Primordial World! How can we allow such barbaric alien races to humiliate us!"

"Yes! Let's fight!" A demon saint raised his divine axe, his eyes filled with madness. "Even if we die, we'll take one of the alien races down with us!"

The alien army on the periphery did not rush to attack; they were like a group of patient hunters.

They stood densely packed around the west gate, their black armor gleaming coldly against the dim sky, their weapons still dripping with the blood of ancient creatures.

The alien warriors showed no impatience, but rather wore mocking smiles.

They would occasionally strike the ground with their weapons, producing a synchronized "thump-thump" sound.

It was like pounding on the hearts of the ancient creatures, or like watching a trapped beast fight desperately.

—They are wearing down the will of the ancient creatures, waiting for them to exhaust their last bit of strength, waiting for them to go from despair to collapse.

The Saint-level combat power of the alien races remained untouched.

The leading alien powerhouses hovered in mid-air, their cold gazes fixed on the Primordial Saint at the center of the formation, their eyes filled with apprehension.

It's not that they don't want to rush in and eliminate the threat completely, it's that they dare not.

—The power of a saint's self-destruction is something no one can withstand.

Although Dao Ancestor Hongjun was severely injured just now, if he were truly forced into a desperate situation...

With his cultivation level...

If one were to detonate their own Dao foundation and the remaining power of the Heavenly Dao, it would be enough to shatter the entire New Immortal Realm.

Not to mention unruly figures like Kong Xuan and the Tongtian Sect Leader.

If they really wanted to fight to the death, it wouldn't be difficult for them to drag several alien saints down with them.

The alien rulers are not in the army at the moment; they have neither the qualifications nor the courage to take this risk.

—If the new immortal realm were to collapse, and the passage to the new world were to be destroyed along with it, none of them could bear that responsibility.

Kong Xuan ignored the commotion around him. He leaned against a withered sycamore tree beside him, his gaze so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He stared intently at the distorted void ahead—where there was a massive abyssal vortex.

A faint white light emanated from the vortex, and one could vaguely sense a newborn power of the world flowing within it.

That was the inner space of the new world, and also the place where the goddess Nuwa resided.

The alien ruler just now tore through space from here and broke into the new world.

Kong Xuan still remembers that scene.

The alien ruler was surrounded by black chaotic energy, and with just one slap, he shattered the Creation Jade Disc of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

He then ignored the attacks of several saints and forcefully tore apart the spatial confinement of the new world.

I stepped into that vortex.

At that moment, all the primordial saints rushed forward like madmen to stop them.

The Tongtian Sect Leader used his last bit of Dao power to activate the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, and together with Jieyin and Zhunti, they unleashed the origin of the Western Paradise.

Yuan Feng unleashed her last pair of wings, igniting the Heaven-Burning Flame, while Kong Xuan exhausted his very essence to unleash the Five-Colored Divine Light.

...but it's no use.

The alien ruler simply waved his hand, and a terrifying force swept in like a tsunami.

Then it completely thwarted the attacks of all the saints, and even in turn damaged their physical bodies.

That power was too strong, so strong that it instilled despair.

They were so powerful that they didn't even have the right to resist.

—The opponent, with only one person, suppressed all living beings in the entire New Immortal Realm.

And they did it so easily, as if these ancient saints were nothing more than ants in their eyes.

"Even the Dao Ancestor... is no match for that alien ruler..."

Kong Xuan murmured softly, his voice tinged with a bitter disbelief.

He once thought that Hongjun Daozu was the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao.

Even if they are not a match for the alien rulers, they can still hold their own.

Unexpectedly, the opponent completely overwhelmed them.

"Cough...cough..."

The sound of Hongjun Daozu coughing up blood rang out again. He raised his head and looked at the vortex, his eyes filled with complexity and resentment.

"Now... the new world no longer suppresses him... his strength... can be fully unleashed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the saints around him were taken aback.

Hongjun Daozu continued, his voice weak yet clear.

“Previously, on the outskirts of the primordial world, he was suppressed by the world's rules and could not fully unleash his strength…”

"But now that the world has merged, the rules of the new world can no longer bind him... At this moment, we and he are all fighting with our own strength..."

At this point, a hint of self-mockery flashed in the Dao Ancestor's eyes.

"I never imagined... that he could be this strong, relying solely on his own strength..."

When he first confronted the alien rulers, Dao Ancestor Hongjun still harbored a glimmer of hope.

He had assumed that the opponent's strength came from the power of the alien world, but he only realized this after the battle.

—Back then, even with the blessing of Heaven, I was easily suppressed by the other party.

It wasn't because the other party borrowed the power of the world, but because their own strength was enough to crush him even with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao.

Is this what they call... a half-step Great Dao Saint?

Hongjun Daozu closed his eyes, and even more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He could sense that the space of the new world was being gradually eroded by the alien race.

The aura of the goddess Nuwa grew weaker and weaker.

These primordial beings, trapped in the west gate, could only watch helplessly, powerless to offer any resistance whatsoever.

The alien army on the periphery was still eyeing them covetously, while the saint at the heart of the formation was critically injured.

The creatures they protected were already at their last gasp, while in the new world, the alien rulers were closing in on the goddess Nuwa step by step...

The sky over the new immortal realm seems to be truly about to collapse.

"Everyone..."

Kong Xuan suddenly raised his head, and a faint five-colored divine light flickered behind him...

But a resolute flame ignited in his eyes.

"Even if it means death... we will die on the front lines... let those alien races not underestimate the creatures of our primordial world!"

The Master of the Heavens, leaning on the Immortal Execution Sword, slowly stood up.

Despite his swaying body, the defiant look in his eyes reappeared.

"Indeed! We disciples of the Jie Sect never back down! Today, we will fight to the death with this foreign race!"

The guide opened his eyes, and golden blood slid down his cheeks.

But a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"The Western Paradise was created from nothing; even if it is destroyed, it can be rebuilt in the future..."

"But if we allow alien races to trample on this new world, we will be sinners against the primordial world!"

It's rare to see him sing such a final, masterpiece.

Zhunti Daoist also forced himself to stand up, and the broken Bodhi branch ignited with golden flames in his hand.

"To sacrifice oneself for righteousness is the foundation of the great way... Today, let us use our blood to shield this new world from this final journey!"

Looking at the people around him, Hongjun Daozu finally regained a bit of color on his pale face.

He slowly raised his hand and crushed the last fragment of the Creation Jade Disc in his hand.

The remaining power of the Heavenly Dao within his body erupted instantly, transforming into a golden light shield that enveloped all the primordial creatures protecting the surrounding area.

"Since that's the case... then let this old Taoist priest accompany you all on this final journey..."

The light at the center of the formation shone again, but this time it was no longer the starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Rather, it was the last glimmer of hope ignited by the primordial sages and all living beings with their lives.