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

It was a thrill that came from the depths of the soul.

An indescribable yet undeniably real sense of sorrow enveloped the entire primordial world without warning.

Whether they were powerful beings in seclusion in the mountains or ordinary people in the mortal world, at this moment, an inexplicable and overwhelming grief welled up in their hearts.

It was as if something of paramount importance had been lost from this world.

Countless cultivators awoke from their caves, turning their gazes to the heavens above.

They could clearly sense that the source of that sorrow was descending from the endless heavens, seeping into the very depths of the soul of every living being.

doubt.

Puzzled.

Then, an even more horrifying scene unfolded before everyone's eyes!

"Crash..."

In the vast and desolate world, a light rain of blood began to fall!

That was no ordinary rain, but rather the blood and tears of the heavens, containing endless sorrow!

Drops of blood and tears fell, staining the mountains and rivers red.

The entire world was shrouded in a strange and desolate crimson hue.

"Blood and tears fall from the sky!"

"What...what on earth happened?!"

The experienced elders exclaimed in shock, their words filled with disbelief and horror.

Even after countless years of cultivation, they were already among the most powerful figures in the world.

But faced with such an astonishing sight, they were equally baffled.

Never seen before!

Unprecedented!

Therefore, they can no longer even make guesses.

......

Kunlun Mountain, in front of Yuxu Palace.

Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, who had just torn through space and appeared in disheveled state, witnessed this awe-inspiring scene.

As they watched the blood and tears falling from the sky, and felt the increasingly intense atmosphere of sorrow in the world, their already pale faces instantly became even more somber.

"The Heavenly Dao...is weeping for Zhunti."

Lao Tzu murmured, and for the first time, a trace of confusion appeared in his deep eyes.

Zhunti truly died and his spiritual practice ceased.

It wasn't that the Dao Fruit shattered, but that both body and spirit were destroyed, and even the true spirit imprint within the Heavenly Dao was completely erased!

After all, they had witnessed it before: even if a saint's physical body was destroyed, he could be reborn once the Heavenly Dao Void opened.

Today, the Heavenly Void has not been opened; only blood and tears are shed between heaven and earth.

Even Lao Tzu, the Primordial God, couldn't help but think of this most terrifying outcome.

How can this be? !

What kind of heaven-defying method did Gu Changqing use earlier?!

Yuanshi Tianzun did not speak, but his violently heaving chest and constantly contracting pupils had already revealed the turbulent waves in his heart.

An unprecedented chill began to grow wildly from the depths of the hearts of the two Heavenly Saints.

……

at the same time.

On the other side of the primordial world, the void rippled slightly.

The figures of Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu arrived together.

Almost the instant they sensed Gu Changqing's presence, they used their supreme magical power to traverse billions of miles of mountains and rivers to arrive at this place.

Looking into the distance, one could see a figure in a green robe leaning against an ancient pine tree.

He held the purple-gold gourd in one hand, occasionally taking a sip, his posture carefree and his expression relaxed. His aura was harmonious and self-contained, without the slightest trace of injury.

Seeing this, the huge weight that had been hanging over the hearts of the three saints finally lifted.

"Nephew Changqing!"

"Changqing, my disciple!"

Nuwa and Tongtian spoke almost simultaneously, and in a flash, they appeared in front of Gu Changqing.

Houtu followed closely behind, her beautiful eyes scanning Gu Changqing up and down, her deep concern almost overflowing.

"Nephew Changqing, are you alright?"

Nuwa's voice trembled slightly, clearly a mixture of joy and lingering fear.

"Changqing, what exactly happened?"

"Why is it that when we try to deduce the secrets of heaven, all we find is chaos and nothing is gained?"

The Master of Heaven was even more direct, quickly stepping forward and repeatedly asking questions.

The feeling of being completely cut off from Gu Changqing was truly terrifying and made him restless.

Gu Changqing raised his eyelids, looked at the three anxious-looking people in front of him, took another swig of wine, and let out a burp.

"Uh……"

He seemed a little drunk, and said slowly:

"It's nothing, I just got into a fight."

They had a fight?

Upon hearing this, the three sages exchanged bewildered glances.

What kind of terrifying formation must it be to make Gu Changqing disappear without a trace and to shield the heavens from all secrets?

The Tongtian Sect Leader was an upright man who could not keep secrets. He looked around at the blood rain falling from the sky and the overwhelming sorrow in the world, and couldn't help but ask again.

"Then what is the meaning of this strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth?"

"Heaven weeps blood and tears, all spirits grieve; this is an omen of the fall of a sage!"

"Could it be that Hongjun is plotting something again?"

Clearly, compared to ordinary people, Tongtian knows more secrets of the Heavenly Way.

Such a scene of universal grief and the shedding of blood and tears made him instantly realize that this matter must involve a saint-level being.

Moreover, Tongtian naturally believed that the instigator of all this must be inextricably linked to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Nuwa and Houtu also frowned slightly, casting questioning glances at Gu Changqing.

They also couldn't understand why such a world-shaking change would occur in the primordial world at the same time that Gu Changqing returned safely.

A saint has fallen?

This is simply a fantasy!

However, faced with the three people's doubts, Gu Changqing simply took another big gulp of wine and then answered in an extremely casual, even nonchalant, tone.

"Oh, this..."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Under the tense gazes of Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu, he finally spoke.

"Uh...it's nothing."

"It was just that Zhunti was killed."

This statement came out.

The sound of blood rain pattering between heaven and earth seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.

Time seemed to have been paused.

The anxiety and worry on the face of the Tongtian Sect Leader instantly froze.

Nuwa's beautiful face, her expression of concern, froze in place.

Houtu's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

The three saints, who had looked down upon the ages and whose minds were as firm as a rock, were simultaneously stunned into a blank upon hearing these words.

He... he killed Zhunti?

Who was killed?

Zhunti?!

That second leader of the Western Religion, the Heavenly Sage, Zhunti?!

The Tongtian Sect Leader opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He stared blankly at Gu Changqing, as if he were seeing his apprentice for the first time.

Nuwa's red lips parted slightly, and her bright, beautiful eyes widened. The surprise that had been building up was completely replaced by an emotion called "shock".

A tremendous sense of shock also arose in the hearts of the three saints, and it lingered there!