Chapter 583

Chen Zhan also sighed, "The foundations of the Severed Teaching are truly unimaginable!"

The Talented Empress then questioned doubtfully, "This power is enough to overturn any world, but… why don't I see Ye Qin's figure?"

Princess Pingxin chuckled, "Hehehe! Empress, why are you so fixated on Ye Qin?"

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It must be said, when the Severed Teaching disciples poured out in full force, they indeed stunned the powerful beings observing the battle across the Myriad Worlds. The Severed Teaching, this transcendent power, is truly terrifying! Not a single weakling exists among them; each is immensely strong. Among them are not lacking Golden Immortals who are top combat power in the Myriad Worlds, let alone the twenty-five terrifying Quasi-Sages!

Actually, those shocked by this mighty Severed Teaching array are not only the powerful beings of the Myriad Worlds.

In the vast, chaotic depths of Honghuang stands an ancient and mysterious palace, its three grand characters "Purple Dawn Palace" engraved with brushstrokes like dragons, vigorous and powerful, containing the profound primordial Dao power; its Dao rhythm is faint and mysterious, mysterious beyond mystery.

At this moment, on the Dao Terrace within the Purple Dawn Palace, a figure suddenly flashed—it was none other than the Sect Leader of the Mystic Gate, Patriarch Hongjun. He is usually aloof and unfeeling, his face never showing ripples, as if nothing in the world could stir his mind. Yet, when the millions of Severed Teaching disciples from Golden Ao Island poured out, his usually calm old face actually showed a hint of astonishment, and his chaotic eyes flickered with shock.

"Twenty-five Quasi-Sage disciples, over ten thousand Golden Immortals, and millions of at least early Taiyi Golden Immortal disciples…" he muttered, "Tongtian, what secrets does your Severed Teaching hide? Or is it Ye Qin, this variable, why haven't you appeared yet? But a variable remains a variable—it can shift the minor trend, but not reverse the major trend."

Having spoken, his form once again slowly merged into the void, as if he had never appeared; only that faint voice lingered long in the palace.

Outside Golden Ao Island, the mighty array of Severed Teaching disciples not only shocked Patriarch Hongjun but also caused the Heavenly Dao Saints present to turn grim to the extreme. Yuanshi Tianzun, Laozi, Jieyin, and Zhunti—their faces were unsightly to the utmost. They never imagined that the Severed Teaching possessed such profound foundations, far exceeding their imagination and cognition.

Twenty-five top Quasi-Sages—this is simply unbelievable. Know that in the present Honghuang world, the surviving Quasi-Sage great powers may not even number ten, yet the Severed Teaching sect alone possesses twenty-five? This is practically a joke!

Faced with such foundations, their original plan to lead their disciples to annihilate the Severed Teaching now seems nothing but a foolish daydream. Unless they first suppress Master Tongtian and then act themselves, sending more disciples would be futile.

At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun and others even felt that the deaths of Ran Deng, the disciples of the Chan Sect, and Grand Master Xuan Du seemed not unjust. The Severed Teaching disciples' strength is so terrifying that picking almost any one could thrash most Chan Sect disciples. In such a lopsided combat power, what can the Chan Sect use to win the Fengshen Calamity?

Even Yuanshi Tianzun's Dao heart showed a hint of disorder; he began to doubt whether he had been deceived by the heavenly secret revealed by the Dao of Heaven. "The Severed Teaching faces a great calamity, the Chan Sect shall prosper"—the Fengshen Calamity indeed arrived, yet the Severed Teaching suffered not a scratch while the Chan Sect was utterly annihilated! This is completely opposite to the heavenly secret.

"No matter what, the Dao I cultivate is to follow the Heavenly Dao! The Severed Teaching must be destroyed!" Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth and declared firmly.

Although Jieyin and Zhunti were initially shocked by the Severed Teaching's array, they soon began covert scheming. The Severed Teaching disciples are numerous and each gifted; if they could, in the great battle, lure some to convert, it would be a huge gain for the Western Sect.

"Junior brother," Jieyin lowered his voice and sent a sound transmission to Zhunti, "Zhen Yuanzi, though he proved the Dao with strength as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, is merely a level, his strength vastly inferior to yours. When the great battle erupts, seize the opportunity to take some Severed Teaching disciples; I will conceal the heavenly secret and secretly aid you."

"Haha! Senior brother's idea coincides with mine!" Zhunti secretly laughed wildly, looking at the Severed Teaching disciples as if they were piles of treasure.

Not far away, Kunpeng Old Ancestor stood in the void, trembling all over, his originally sinister eyes filled with panic. He sensed the divine thoughts of the millions of Severed Teaching disciples occasionally sweeping over; his face almost turned black as charcoal. Recalling his earlier words to Jieyin, he felt like a clown.

Twenty-five Quasi-Sage disciples… In the Wu-Yao Calamity of old, the combined Wu and Yao clans didn't have this many Quasi-Sage powerhouses! He himself had barely survived that calamity, and now his opponent is twenty-five Quasi-Sage strong ones.

Kunpeng Old Ancestor finally understood: the calamity is not something to be lightly touched; once involved, it often ends in nine deaths out of ten. And now he is deeply entangled in the calamity's karma, unable to escape even if he wanted to. Because his aura has been firmly locked by streams of terrifying, barbaric qi, which even includes the Dao‑proved Grand Unity Zhen Yuanzi.

"Damned Jieyin, Zhunti, Laozi, Yuanshi!" Kunpeng Old Ancestor roared in his heart, "I really want to flay you alive!"

Outside Golden Ao Island, millions of Severed Teaching disciples stood towering, their energy undulating like tides, as if countless demon gods had descended, their momentum soaring to the heavens.

"Jieyin, this time you've really caused me suffering!" Kunpeng Old Ancestor's face darkened as he gritted his teeth at Jieyin. Now he is firmly locked by the Severed Teaching disciples' aura; escape has almost become a luxury. His resentment naturally pours onto Jieyin, Yuanshi Tianzun, and the other two Heavenly Dao Saints. Had he known the Severed Teaching disciples were this strong, how would he have waded into this muddy water and joined the Fengshen Calamity? At this moment, Kunpeng Old Ancestor is not only shocked but also filled with regret.

Jieyin's face grew even more sorrowful, his expression solemn as he said: "Kunpeng fellow daoist, once the great battle begins, you only need to set up a formation to delay the Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples; I will have Zhunti junior fellow disciple come to assist you."

Kunpeng Ancestor hearing this, only gave a cold snort, reluctantly indicating acceptance. Afterwards, they continued to discuss how to deal with the Sect of the Cutting Edge's great army.

On the other side, Tongtian Jiaozhu stood aloft, the Four Immortal‑Slaying Swords encircling him, his fighting spirit like a tide, as if a sword about to be drawn, its edge fully revealed. He gazed indifferently at the myriad Great Demon kings upon the primordial starry void and said in a deep voice: "Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples, hear my command! Kunpeng dares to lead demons in attack—he must be slain! All Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples, unleash your full power, show no mercy, kill for me! Kill to end killing, fight to the final chapter!"

With Tongtian Jiaozhu's furious roar, his voice like thunder echoed through the void of billions of miles. A heaven‑shaking, earth‑moving aura swept across heaven and earth, causing the heavens and earth to lose color, the sea to flow backward, and yin‑yang and the five phases to be overturned.

"Kill!" the Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples shouted in unison, their voices resounding throughout Honghuang.

Immediately thereafter, millions of Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples turned into streams of light, rushing toward the primordial starry void, like meteors racing against the void, their bodies surrounded by five‑colored radiant power. The scene was dazzling to the extreme, yet it concealed endless killing intent.

Soon, the Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples and the Great Demon kings clashed fiercely, like two torrents converging, erupting in a deafening roar. Although the Great Demon kings were shocked by the disciples' cultivation level, they did not retreat. Having experienced the Lich‑War Calamity, they craved battle, being bloodthirsty, slaughterous, and warlike—this is their innate nature.

As the Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples slew some Great Demons with the speed of thunder before one could cover their ears, the Great Demon kings' fighting spirit was fully ignited, their eyes turning blood‑red as they launched a fierce counterattack. On the primordial starry void, the clamor of battle between the disciples and the Great Demon kings rose and fell, various Divine Abilities and secret techniques, magical artifacts intertwining and colliding, dazzling energy running rampant, the roar unceasing, causing heaven and earth to grow dim.

At the same time, outside Jin'ao Island, the Ten Heavenly Lords exchanged a smile, their thoughts in unison. "Master, we go to slay the demon foes!" Before the words faded, they had already turned into streams of light, rushing into the primordial starry void to join the battle. As early‑stage Perfected Saints, their Divine Ability means were awe‑inspiring; each strike could take away a Great Demon of the demon race.

On another side, the stout Duobao Daoren fixed his gaze on Kunpeng Ancestor, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. "Kunpeng old thief, you once looked down on me; today I will show you my methods!" Having spoken, he instantly tore open the void and lunged at Kunpeng Ancestor. Though both were late‑stage Perfected Saints, he, despite coming later, did not feel that there was a great gap between himself and Kunpeng Ancestor.

"Senior Brother, I come to assist you!" Zhao Gongming laughed, saying, "The junior disciples always say Kunpeng is too big to fit in a pot; today we will pluck its feathers and see if we can roast it whole!" Duobao Daoren nodded in agreement.

Kunpeng Ancestor gazed at the murderous‑raging Duobao and Zhao Gongming, a crafty glint flashing in his eyes. "If only there were two Perfected Saints, I might have a chance to slip away amid the chaos." He secretly calculated, having long lost the resolve to fight to the death. He intended to follow the example of the Lich‑War Calamity, sneaking away during the great battle. After all, the present situation is even more dire than the Lich‑War Calamity; he does not wish to wait here for death. Moreover, that Mixed Yuan Great Golden Immortal Zhenyuanzi is eyeing him tiger‑like, wishing he would vanish at once.

Thinking thus, Kunpeng Ancestor's form flickered and he instantly ascended to the primordial starry void billions of miles away. He believed that as long as he subdued Duobao and Zhao Gongming, he could escape smoothly. As for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, there would surely be other chances to obtain it.

"Kunpeng old thief, don't even think of escaping!" Duobao Daoren and Zhao Gongming pursued relentlessly.

Just then, a clear, pleasant voice rang out: "Senior Brother, those demon Great Demons are too weak; fighting them is boring. Let us help you!" Three lovely figures shot forward as rainbows—indeed, the three intimate disciples of the Sect of the Cutting Edge: Jinling Shengmu, Guiling Shengmu, and Wudang Shengmu.

"Excellent! Kunpeng is wily in many ways; with these three junior sisters assisting, we will surely be able to subdue him!" Duobao Daoren laughed. They tore open the void, accelerated to catch up with Kunpeng Ancestor, and surrounded him at the center.

Kunpeng Ancestor saw this, his face turning ashen, nearly vomiting a mouthful of old blood. He never imagined that, to subdue him, the Sect of the Cutting Edge would actually dispatch five Perfected Saint powerhouses! Moreover, these five were not ordinary Perfected Saints—Duobao Daoren and Jinling Shengmu are late‑stage Perfected Saints, their cultivation level scarcely different from his.

Zhao Gongming, Guiling Shengmu, and Wudang Shengmu—each had reached the peak of the mid‑stage Perfected Saint realm, only one step away from late‑stage Perfected Saint; their strength is immeasurable.

Kunpeng Ancestor felt supremely confident, believing himself capable of facing the combined forces of Duobao Daoren and the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island. Yet he also knew deep down that, although the Jin'ao Island Ten Heavenly Lords are strong, they still lag behind Zhao Gongming. In the Perfected Saint realm, each rise in a minor realm brings a qualitative leap in battle power. Moreover, now there are three more Perfected Saints whose strength equals Zhao Gongming's! Does he truly still have a chance to slip away amid the chaos?

The more Kunpeng Ancestor thought, the more stifled he felt, as if ill fortune clung to him, impossible to shake off.

"Kill!" Duobao Daoren bellowed in anger, launching the first fierce assault on Kunpeng Ancestor. Zhao Gongming, Guiling Shengmu, Wudang Shengmu, and Jinling Shengmu swiftly followed; the five joined forces, surrounding Kunpeng Ancestor in a concerted attack.

At this moment, six of the seven attendant immortals led by Wuyun Xian likewise declared their intent to go and provide support for the junior fellow disciples. They did not directly participate in the battle, but observed every move on the battlefield from the primordial starry void. Should the Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples encounter danger, they would instantly crush the enemy with thunderous means. Their strength is sufficient to do so.

With the support of the Seven Attendant Immortals, the morale of millions of Sect of the Cutting Edge disciples rose even higher, their fighting spirit like a rainbow. They bravely slew the enemy, fearing neither life nor death; for a time, the battlefield was littered with the corpses of demon kings, as if heavenly meteors had fallen, smashing the Honghuang Dadi into countless huge pits, their residual might shaking the four directions.

At the same time, seeing the great war fully erupted, the various saints likewise took action, engaging the enemy in fierce combat. They tacitly chose the battlefield at the apex of the firmament, lest the fighting spill onto the Honghuang Dadi and cause heaven and earth to revert to primordial chaos.

In a certain region of the firmament's apex, the Three Xiaos sisters joined forces to besiege Yuanshi Tianzun. Each took a position at one of three points, implicitly embodying the Three Powers Dao, firmly trapping Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Old thief, today is the day of your fall from sainthood!" Bixiao shouted coquettishly; although her words carried a hint of playfulness, the killing intent in her eyes was utterly undisguised.

Qiongxiao's face was as cold as frost, she stared icily at Yuanshi Tianzun: "Even a Heavenly Dao Saint will bleed!"

Yunxiao's tone was even more icy: "Today we shall test whether a Heavenly Dao Saint is truly immortal and indestructible!"

Yuanshi Tianzun hearing these words could not help but sneer. "Fall from sainthood? Coughing up blood? These arrogant fools, how dare they slight him so? He is a Heavenly Dao Saint, his primordial spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao; as long as the Heavenly Dao endures, he does not die. Even the Patriarch Hongjun cannot cause his fall from sainthood."

"The Ten Heavenly Lords have slaughtered the disciples of the Sect of the Supreme Purity; I will strike you down first, then bury the Ten Heavenly Lords with you!" Yuanshi Tianzun shouted angrily.

"With just you? You're not even worthy!" Bixiao sneered contemptuously.

"Sister, don't waste words with him—just attack!" Yunxiao said in a deep voice.

The Three Xiaos sisters exchanged a glance, understanding each other without words. They each produced their treasures: Yunxiao offered the Mixed Yuan Golden Cauldron, its golden light blazing; Qiongxiao presented the Gold Dragon‑Shearing Scissors, water‑fire divine dragons coiling; Bixiao brandished the Dragon‑Binding Rope, like a spirit snake springing forth. However, they did not intend to clash head‑on with Yuanshi Tianzun using these treasures; they had another plan.

The Three Xiaos sisters' production of treasures was in fact the careful laying of an ancient, mysterious formation. Skilled in hand seals and incantations, they infused profound mystical formulae into the treasures, while simultaneously tracing intricate, variable patterns in the void with their spiritual sense.

In an instant, the ancient formation was fully activated, its lines spreading like dragons and snakes, covering a radius of billions of miles, even encompassing a region of chaos, and Yuanshi Tianzun was naturally trapped within.