Chapter 882: The Shock of Taishang! The Recognition of the Three Sovereigns!

Even Saints have perished; it seems the storms facing the Three Realms will not be small. I wonder how the Dao Ancestor plans to handle this?

Master Yuanshi cast his gaze into the depths of the Three Realms, then withdrew it and turned toward the ox.

Since Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin have perished, it is time to settle accounts with Buddhism.

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Bajing Palace.

"Zhunti and Jieyin have actually perished? So my guess was right—this Luo Fu is no ordinary being."

At the instant he sensed the deaths of Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin, the usually impassive face of Saint Taishang betrayed a rare flicker of surprise.

He had never expected that Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin, who had just been gambling with Luo Fu, would perish in an instant within the Chaotic Void.

Unlike Master Yuanshi's speculation, Saint Taishang was certain: the deaths of Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin were certainly tied to Luo Fu.

"With Zhunti and Jieyin dead, Buddhism will soon collapse. Thus, the great flourishing of Buddhism becomes an empty phrase, and the Journey to the West calamity is utterly altered. Teacher, how will you respond?"

Gazing into the deepest reaches of the Three Realms, Saint Taishang's cold eyes slowly kindled faint sparks of brilliance.

"Luo Fu truly is a wildcard. The Three Realms are about to be shaken. Let them stir, let them rage—the greater the chaos, the better."

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Saint Taishang returned to his former stillness, his eyes once again cold and unreadable.

As if the deaths of Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin had not affected him at all.

The Dao rhythms around him gradually stabilized, and Saint Taishang re-entered his cultivation state.

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Huoyun Cave.

"Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin have actually perished? How is this possible? How did Luo Fu accomplish this?"

Watching the boundless blood rain pouring from the sky, Emperor Fu Xi's face betrayed a rare loss of composure.

He had never imagined that, mere moments after the Journey to the West ended, Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin would perish outright.

Though Luo Fu had long ago revealed his plan to them, Emperor Fu Xi could never have foreseen that Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin would perish so silently.

Emperor Fu Xi had long speculated on Luo Fu's strength.

Based on the power Luo Fu had displayed, he very likely had already broken through to become a Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian.

Yet Emperor Fu Xi had never imagined Luo Fu could kill Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin.

Saints are also Hunyuan-level cultivators.

The further one cultivates, the stronger one's ability to survive becomes.

Defeating is easy; killing is hard.

Among peers, unless the combat disparity is immense,

one can at most best the opponent—but cannot kill them.

Cultivators who reach such high realms are no fools; they all understand the principle: as long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood.

When outmatched, any sensible person chooses to flee at once.

Though Saints' combat power may fall short of Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian, their survival ability far surpasses it.

Knowing they were no match, Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin need only flee into the Three Realms and rely on Heaven's protection to become invincible from the start.