Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Absolute tranquility.

Within the void of the Heavenly Dao, there was absolute stillness.

Whether it was Hongjun, who was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, or Chaos Ancestor, the ancient demon god who emerged from chaos, they were both frozen in place as if under a spell.

Their consciousness was still stuck at the moment when the Zhunti Dao Fruit shattered.

The dazzling rain of light, each drop containing the life's work and principles of a sage, now became the most deadly thunderclap.

This proclaims that an age-old, unbreakable truth has been utterly shattered.

Are saints immortal and indestructible?

To coexist with the Way of Heaven, and be indestructible through countless eons?

joke!

This is simply the most absurd joke since the beginning of time!

Hongjun's body trembled slightly.

That wasn't fear, but boiling rage, a fury that almost overwhelmed reason after authority was trampled on like never before!

How can it be?

How could Gu Changqing possibly have done all this?!

Shouldn't he have been reduced to dust of the universe along with all his Taoist arts under the siege of the Four Sages?

Even if he was lucky enough to survive, how could he have accumulated such an astonishing sword strike under such dire circumstances?

That sword strike even surpassed the power of his prime!

Sever the Dao Fruit of the Saint!

This is an erasure at its very root! This is a blatant declaration of war against the Way of Heaven!

Hongjun was puzzled!

He simply couldn't understand it!

There must have been unforeseen circumstances that he was unaware of!

To the side, the Chaos Ancestor remained silent.

He did not fly into a rage like Hongjun, because the Way of Heaven was not his Way.

But a deep chill also crept into his heart!

A chill emanated from the depths of one's very soul, penetrating to the very marrow!

Having lived since the chaotic era, he has naturally witnessed too much life and death, destruction and rebirth.

Even the shock he felt when Pangu created the world and killed three thousand demons seemed to pale in comparison to the scene before him.

Although Pangu was powerful, his power was tangible and visible.

And Gu Changqing...

This man, whom they considered doomed, unleashed an incredible sword strike that defied all reason, wiping out an eternally immortal saint.

This mysterious and unpredictable method is even more terrifying than what is known.

……

Inside the Chaos Pearl.

It was equally silent.

Lao Tzu, the Primordial Beginning, and Jieyin stood there dumbfounded.

A dignified sage, looking down upon all living beings with arrogant disdain.

But at this moment, their eyes were vacant, and they were lost in thought.

The three saints looked around at the chaotic world that had become nothingness, devoid of any trace of Zhunti's Dao Fruit.

At this moment, the Dao hearts of the three saints also trembled uncontrollably and could not be calmed down at all.

a long time.

"Do not……"

A hoarse, strained roar, filled with sorrow, shattered the silence.

At this moment, Jieyin showed no trace of suffering. His face, which had been marked by ancient suffering, was now filled with deep horror and disbelief.

"Junior brother..."

"Junior Brother Zhunti?!"

He suddenly roared in grief, his voice carrying a hint of madness he had never experienced before!

boom! ! !

The vast and boundless divine consciousness of the sage erupted from him!

That force relentlessly eroded the internal space of the Chaos Pearl, surging like an abyss, rolling endlessly!

He's searching!

He searched desperately for the aura of Zhunti!

Even a sliver of a remnant soul!

Even a wisp of true spirit!

As long as it still exists, as long as it has not completely perished, then perhaps it can be said that Zhunti, as a saint, has not truly perished.

However... the feeling lasted a long time.

No!

Nothing at all!

Nothing left!

It seems that all traces of the existence of the Sage Zhunti have been completely erased from the entire river of time by an invisible hand!

This emptiness is terrifying!

"puff!"

The guiding saint suddenly spat out a mouthful of holy blood, which illuminated the void.

Immediately afterwards, his entire aura also weakened.

His spiritual consciousness was exhausted, his Dao heart wavered, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Jieyin suffered an unprecedented blow.

"impossible!"

"That's absolutely impossible..."

He muttered to himself, completely lost and devoid of all strength.

Yuanshi and Laozi, who were standing nearby, witnessed Jieyin's madness and collapse.

The last glimmer of hope they had was utterly shattered.

The towering figure of the Primordial Emperor trembled involuntarily.

He looked at the void outside, then at the collapsing Jieyin beside him.

As a sage, he felt a great sense of horror.

Death and the annihilation of one's cultivation?!

Is it true that Zhunti... has truly died and vanished, no longer existing?

That was a saint!

The supreme being between heaven and earth, without a doubt.

More importantly, what if Zhunti really died and his spiritual practice ceased?

So, what about his origin?

The so-called immortality of Heaven and the indestructibility of sages—are they nothing but a joke before Gu Changqing's unparalleled sword strike?!

Although Lao Tzu remained silent, his pupils dilated as if in an earthquake.

The Xuanhuang Pagoda spontaneously manifested around him, and the Xuanhuang Qi flowed erratically, revealing the intense unease in his heart.

“Gu Changqing…”

Lao Tzu's voice carried a hint of hardness and trembling that he himself was unaware of.

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps suppressing his shattered Dao heart.

"You...what on earth did you do?!"

This question resounded throughout the void!

However, Lao Tzu's tone was clearly no longer as forceful and domineering as before.

Terrifying!

An indescribable sense of dread made it impossible for me to maintain my composure.

However, regarding this...

His response was a long, loud burp.

"Uh……"

Gu Changqing hiccuped, groggily raising his head as if he had just noticed the three people standing in front of him.

He squinted, seemingly trying to figure out who the newcomer was.

He looked exactly like a drunken mortal.

Or rather, that's who he always was!

"Uh...ask me?"

He shook his head, and the gourd in his hand almost flew out.

"I am the Drunken Sword Immortal, of course all I know is... drinking."

He grinned, his smile still as harmless as ever.

The words fell.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Whether it was Laozi, Yuanshi, or Jieyin, they couldn't help but feel their faces twitch violently.

The Three Saints were not surprised by Gu Changqing's "outrageous" response.

After all, this guy has always been so unrestrained and eccentric.

but......

Just moments ago, this kid slashed out with his sword and killed a saint.

And yet, Gu Changqing remains so calm at this moment?!

The three saints were speechless for a moment. They looked at each other and saw a deep, cold aura in each other's eyes.

The Gu Changqing in front of me is absolutely terrifying!