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

This sigh, distant and boundless, seemed to pierce through countless ages, carrying an unspeakable heaviness and helplessness.

Its echo reverberated throughout the empty and desolate Zixiao Palace, each syllable like an invisible giant hammer, striking Jieyin's heart with devastation.

He shuddered violently and froze in place.

An indescribable, bone-chilling cold surged wildly from the deepest part of my heart, instantly engulfing my entire body.

It was a premonition colder than chaotic air currents and more desolate than endless void.

Ominous!

An indescribable, deep sense of foreboding arose in my heart, almost uncontrollably.

The guide, kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly as he slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, streaming with blood and tears, were fixed on the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who sat high above, filled with a final, humble plea.

Hongjun's face remained unchanged with that eternal indifference, and he pondered for a moment longer.

This moment of silence felt like an eternity to the Guide.

Every breath was torture.

Finally, Hongjun's words, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, echoed softly.

"Previously, when the Heavenly Dao Void was disturbed, my fellow Daoist Chaos and I also sensed it and... witnessed it with our own eyes."

“The fruit of the path of Cundi has indeed shattered.”

Hongjun spoke calmly, as if he were recounting an ordinary little thing that had nothing to do with him.

However, a sense of hesitation was evident in his words.

Needless to say, everything that happened today was still incredibly shocking for Hongjun.

Every word he spoke seemed to transform into the sharpest blade of Heaven, piercing Jieyin's heart again and again.

The heart that received guidance sank deeper and deeper until it plunged into an abyss.

But a last glimmer of hope remained in his heart.

So what if it crumbles?

Saints are immortal and indestructible, and their Dao fruits are entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Even if they crumble, with the supreme power of the Dao Ancestor, they will surely be able to reassemble!

“Daozu…”

Just as he was about to speak, Hongjun seemed to have read his mind and continued speaking.

"This is no ordinary collapse."

Hongjun shook his head slightly, and a very subtle ripple seemed to flash in his indifferent eyes.

"The original imprint that existed within the Heavenly Dao has been completely erased by an unparalleled force."

"The foundation has been lost, and the source has been extinguished."

"In other words, Zhunti's saintly enlightenment has been completely annihilated, leaving no trace in this world."

At this point, Hongjun paused for a moment before delivering his final verdict.

"Zhunti... has no chance of being resurrected."

Boom! !

Upon hearing this, it was as if billions of chaotic divine thunderbolts exploded simultaneously in Jieyin's mind!

He was completely stunned on the spot.

Is there no possibility of resurrection?

impossible……

This is impossible……

This is absolutely impossible! !

How could my junior brother have died?

How could a saint truly die?!

Unbreakable through countless eons, immortal and indestructible, that is a true saint!

Jieyin's consciousness went blank. Hongjun's cold words, like the most vicious curse, echoed wildly in the depths of his primordial spirit, over and over again.

"impossible……"

He muttered to himself absentmindedly, the blood and tears on his face long since dried, leaving only two shocking bloodstains.

"Master, how could this happen?"

"Since we are sages of the Heavenly Way, the Heavenly Way will never die, and the sages will never perish. This is an eternal truth."

"Master must still have a way to revive Junior Brother Zhunti."

Jieyin said this unconsciously, as if he were both muttering to himself and praying to Hongjun.

It should be known that Jieyin and Zhunti jointly govern the endless years of the Western Paradise and cultivate together through countless ages.

Although the two addressed each other as fellow disciples, they were already as close as brothers.

Regardless, Jieyin could not accept the fact that Zhunti had died and disappeared.

However, no.

Hongjun simply watched him quietly, without any emotion.

The Chaos Ancestor, standing to the side, had a slight surge of chaotic energy around him. Although his heart was somewhat stirred, he remained silent.

This extreme indifference, this absolute silence, is more cruel than any words.

Or rather, it wasn't that Hongjun and his companion were indifferent, but rather that they had run out of options.

It ruthlessly shattered the last glimmer of hope and the last vestige of illusion in Jieyin's heart.

The flame of hope was completely extinguished.

What remains is endless darkness and chilling despair.

"what……"

After a moment of deathly silence, a roar that was not human burst forth from the depths of Jieyin's throat.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, filled with frenzied blood vessels.

Grief, despair, regret, resentment...

All sorts of negative emotions erupted at this moment, completely overwhelming his reason.

"Junior Brother... Junior Brother Zhunti!!"

He looked up to the sky and howled in grief, his face contorted with extreme pain, making him appear ferocious and terrifying.

The aura of a sage suddenly surged forth, and the chaotic fluctuations of magical power impacted the entire Zixiao Palace, causing this ancient Taoist palace to tremble incessantly.

He and Zhunti were born together in the barren lands of the West, at the very beginning of time.

Afterwards, they made forty-eight great vows together, sacrificing everything for the prosperity of the sect and the future of the West.

They are fellow practitioners, fellow Daoists, and each other's only support in these endless, lonely years!

Millions of years of companionship have made them as close as brothers, inseparable.

Now, this only junior brother has been completely destroyed, body and soul, without even a chance to be resurrected!

How could he possibly accept this fact?!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Jieyin suddenly stood up from the ground, her hair completely disheveled, and her long hair danced wildly in the violent aura.

He didn't look at Hongjun again, nor did he say another word.

Because he knew that everything was already set in stone.

Seeking help from the Dao Ancestor is now futile!

That endless sorrow and despair, at this moment, all transformed into a boundless hatred that burned the heavens!

hatred!

hatred!

Hate it!!

"Gu! Chang! Qing!!"

He roared out the name, each word filled with a blood-curdling resentment.

next moment.

Take the first step to guide others.

This step shattered the chaos in front of Zixiao Palace and traversed an endless distance across the thirty-three heavens!

His figure instantly appeared at the highest point of the primordial world, hundreds of millions of miles above the sky!

The wind howled, whipping his already tattered Taoist robe, making it flutter loudly.

His hair was flying wildly, and he looked like a madman!

Those crimson eyes were fixed on a certain direction above the East China Sea.

Jinao Island!

That place is Gu Changqing's training ground!

That's where the murderer who killed his junior brother is!

An endless, sage-like pressure swept out from his body without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire primordial world!

Countless living beings trembled under this terrifying pressure, prostrating themselves on the ground, their very souls shaking.

At this moment, all realms and the endless universe felt the undisguised, earth-shattering rage of this Western saint!

He raised his head and roared at the vast sky, a roar that shook the ages.

That roar, filled with endless grief and killing intent, spread to every corner of the primordial world and even penetrated into the endless river of time and space!

"what……"

"Gu Changqing!!"

"You actually dared to kill a Heavenly Dao Saint?!"