Chapter 218: Using the Name of Heaven and Earth as a Pretext, Attempting to Deceive This Seat

Tongtian staggered, his eyes staring blankly at the specks of purple light before him.

Under his gaze, those numerous purple light spots flickered and gradually converged into one place.

In the blink of an eye, they actually condensed into a complete strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

It swam back and forth in the air, then finally plunged deep into the void and vanished.

Following the complete escape of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the world let out a buzzing sound.

In an instant, a clattering sound came from overhead as a torrential downpour began to fall.

The rainwater was bright red; it was a rain of blood, and strange wailing sounds echoed throughout the world.

A Heavenly Dao Saint has fallen; the world weeps blood, and the universe laments!

On Golden Turtle Island, the many disciples of the Jie Sect who were cultivating had already been stunned by that sound wave from Tongtian.

Just as they fled their caves, before they could even figure out the reason, they saw bean-sized drops of blood falling, splattering onto their faces with a *plop, plop*.

Under the curtain of blood-colored rain, the world was dyed a deep red, and at their feet, it was already a river of blood.

The gurgling blood flowed with a constant splashing sound, rushing toward the surroundings of Golden Turtle Island.

Looking out, it seemed as if the entire world was bleeding and groaning in pain.

They stood frozen in the field, staring blankly at the sky, each and every one of them dumbfounded.

Through the falling raindrops, the crowd vaguely caught sight of a figure standing there.

From the faintly dissipating aura, they could feel that it was their Master, the leader of the Jie Sect, Tongtian.

With Tongtian's aura fluctuating, the vast majority of the disciples were confused, completely unable to understand why their Master was like this.

That was a high and lofty Heavenly Dao Saint; even if one attained sainthood through merit, one was still above all living beings.

Every time they saw their Master, they could feel the terrifying Saintly might, and they all knew the power of a Saint.

Yet now, a Heavenly Dao Saint, one of the Three Pure Ones, had self-severed his Saint Position.

At this moment, they could sense that Tongtian's cultivation seemed to be only at the Great Luo Golden Immortal stage.

It was precisely because Tongtian was a Heavenly Dao Saint, one of the Three Pure Ones, and a Personal Disciple of the Dao Ancestor that they had joined the Jie Sect.

Now that the Sect Leader was actually just a Great Luo Golden Immortal, many Jie Sect disciples found it hard to accept.

If the Jie Sect no longer had a Heavenly Dao Saint, could it still be called a Saint's Great Sect? Some disciples were bewildered and doubtful, but many others were worried.

Self-severing one's cultivation is no small matter; not only does one's Essence Refining Stage regress, but it is even possible to damage one's foundation.

Although they did not know why their Master did this, since Tongtian had chosen this path, he naturally had his reasons.

Some disciples wanted to step forward, but seeing Tongtian still standing proudly in the air, they stopped their movements.

A Master is, after all, a Master; even if he is not a Heavenly Dao Saint, he is still the leader of the Jie Sect and one of the Three Pure Ones, and he possesses his own pride.

At this moment, no one should disturb Tongtian.

No one spoke; the clattering sound of the rain echoed through the world, but in their eyes, there was only that still-imposing figure.

On Shouyang Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was discussing how to preserve their fortune with Laozi, was shaken to his core, his face filled with bewilderment.

"Self-severed his Saint Position?" Yuanshi Tianzun came to his senses, let out a loud cry, and turned his head to look toward the East Sea.

Shock, doubt, and deep disbelief—he immediately sent out his Divine Sense.

They had listened to the Dao in Purple Heaven Palace, and later spent an immense amount of effort to attain the Saint Fruit Position, yet Tongtian was now going to abandon it?

In almost an instant, Yuanshi Tianzun, as a Heavenly Dao Saint, clearly sensed the situation on Golden Turtle Island.

Tongtian, who was originally a Heavenly Dao Saint, now only had the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.

Tongtian had really self-severed his Saint Position! The shock in Yuanshi Tianzun's heart instantly turned into intense anger.

They attained the Dao in Purple Heaven Palace, and their Saint Fruit Positions could be said to be a gift from their Master; now that Tongtian had self-severed his Saint Position, it meant he had severed all karma with the Dao Ancestor.

"What does Tongtian want to do?" Yuanshi Tianzun was very angry, extremely angry.

Such behavior from Tongtian was not merely disrespectful to their Master; it was complete betrayal of their teacher and ancestors.

To Yuanshi Tianzun, whose doctrine was to expound the Heavenly Dao and conform to the will of Heaven, this was absolutely rebellious, and how could he not be angry?

"Big Brother!" The furious Yuanshi Tianzun turned his head to look at Laozi beside him.

How long had it been since Tongtian moved out of Kunlun Mountain, and he had already done such a thing; Yuanshi Tianzun had never been so angry.

Laozi's calm face was also filled with astonishment.

Yet, deep within those bottomless, chaotic eyes, there was a hint of admiration.

Back when they were on Mount Buzhou, he had vaguely sensed Tongtian's intentions, but he had not expected the other to make the decision so quickly.

As a fellow Heavenly Dao Saint, he naturally also sensed the situation of Tongtian Jiaozhu.

The other had already fallen from the Saint Position and only had Great Luo cultivation.

Tongtian had a proud personality, but compared to Yuanshi Tianzun, he was indeed more courageous.

Feeling the anger of Yuanshi Tianzun beside him, a flash of disappointment crossed Laozi's eyes.

As one of the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun's temperament was truly lacking, but it was precisely because of this personality that his own Dao had a chance.

"Since Tongtian has moved out of Kunlun, he must bear the karma of this matter himself!" After speaking, Laozi looked quietly at the firmament.

With a *whoosh*, the torrential blood rain fell, but it could not land on Shouyang Mountain.

Tongtian had chosen his own Dao, and he too needed to be firm in his own path.

The Primordial World was opened by Father God; as the Pangu Orthodox, even if they could not rule the world, they must have a place of their own.

With Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortals constantly emerging, being a Heavenly Dao Saint was clearly far from enough.

Only by walking a path that belonged solely to oneself could one avoid fading into obscurity.

Thinking this way, perhaps 'conforming to Heaven' was indeed Yuanshi's path, but... "But," hearing his Big Brother say this, Yuanshi Tianzun was momentarily speechless.

That's right, they were no longer as they once were; Tongtian had moved out of Kunlun Mountain, and the Three Pure Ones were no longer one.

After a long while, Yuanshi Tianzun could only let out an angry snort, and seeing this heavenly phenomenon, he could not help but feel a burst of rage.

The world wept blood, and faint sounds of sorrow echoed, all proving that this act of Tongtian went against the will of Heaven.

If not for Big Brother being right beside him, he certainly would have headed to Golden Turtle Island to give Tongtian a good lecture.

Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his gaze, not bothering to pay any more attention.

The Saint Position had already been severed, and no one could reverse the situation; whatever became of Tongtian from here on out was a mistake of his own making.

Tongtian had severed his own Saint Position and stripped away the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which must have damaged his foundation.

He had to firmly believe in his own path of "following Heaven," only from now on, there would be no more Three Pure Ones.

By the banks of the Weishui, Nuwa watched the blood rain falling in torrents all around, her eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"I never imagined Tongtian Jiaozhu would have such courage!" Nuwa could not help but exclaim.

Nuwa also had a deep understanding of how difficult it was to become a Saint.

Back in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space and across the Primordial World, she had contemplated for how many ages before she finally took that step.

Yet Tongtian Jiaozhu, who had finally attained Sainthood, had actually severed it with a single stroke.

Falling directly from a Heavenly Dao Saint to a Great Luo Golden Immortal—how could an ordinary person endure such a disparity?

Setting aside Tongtian's stance, this courage alone was enough to earn Nuwa's admiration.

Withdrawing her gaze, she no longer paid attention, only looking toward Fuxi in the distance. At this moment, the energy of extreme Yin and extreme Yang emerged around Fuxi, intertwining and faintly forming a Yin-Yang Bagua that enveloped him.

Nuwa knew very well in her heart that once that Bagua fish fully solidified, Fuxi's Dao would be complete.

For the time to come, she would keep watch here until Fuxi successfully proved the Dao.

Outside the Primordial World, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were hidden in the Chaos Sea for quiet cultivation, suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of sorrow in their hearts.

Their expressions changed drastically; they looked at each other and immediately calmed their minds.

But the next second, Zhunti exclaimed aloud: "Tongtian has severed his Saint Fruit Position?"

When the sorrow suddenly rose, he had thought the Western Sect had been raided, but he never expected that when his mind sank into the Heavenly Dao, it was actually Tongtian Jiaozhu who had severed his own Saint Position.

How great a price had they, as fellow disciples, paid to attain the Saint Fruit Position, yet someone had actually discarded it voluntarily.

Zhunti was somewhat bewildered, his entire being in a state of confusion.

Jieyin, equally shocked, said softly: "Perhaps Tongtian wants to walk that path of the Hunyuan Dao."

The methods for a Saint's cultivation were quite limited; the issue of luck alone gave them headaches, and furthermore, in terms of combat, they were significantly weaker than a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Tongtian was proud and aloof; perhaps after learning of a stronger path, he had abandoned this Heavenly Dao Saint status.

"This..." Zhunti was stunned.

He had also thought about the Hunyuan Dao, but it was merely a thought; he never expected someone would actually do it.

The difficulty of proving the Dao to Hunyuan was no less than that of becoming a Saint.

Severing one's own cultivation was very likely to damage one's foundation. If the origin was harmed, let alone advancing further, it was very likely that one's cultivation would fall even further; who would truly dare to take such a risk?

However, in the next second, Zhunti thought of a deeper problem.

As Heavenly Dao Saints, they benefited from Purple Heaven Palace, and the Three Pure Ones were still the Personal Disciples of the Dao Ancestor.

Was this act by Tongtian his own intention, or the intention of the Three Pure Ones? Could it be that even the Three Pure Ones were now going to oppose the Dao Ancestor?

"Senior Brother, I fear the Primordial World will be difficult from now on?" Zhunti said with a sunken face, his expression extremely solemn.

A Tian Yuan was already troublesome enough, first capturing Heavenly Dao Saints, then suppressing Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Now that even Tongtian Jiaozhu, one of the Three Pure Ones, seemed to show signs of defecting to Tian Yuan, how could their Western Sect continue to develop?

Jieyin also sighed in his heart: "We shall take it one step at a time!"

They had originally thought that by relying on Dao Ancestor Hongjun, they could rest easy, but who knew that a stone man would jump out from Mount Buzhou.

Not only did he stop the Heavenly Tribulation, but he also openly provoked the Dao Ancestor and passed down the Hunyuan Dao.

Passing down such a cultivation method was one thing, but it was far superior to the Slaying the Three Corpses method, and more importantly, someone had succeeded in practicing it, proving the Dao to Hunyuan and becoming a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Such a matter was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Dao Ancestor of Purple Heaven Palace.

Yet earlier, when they all went to Purple Heaven Palace, the Dao Ancestor had not shown any indication.

Now that even Tongtian had made such a strange move, how could they not be worried about the future?

The two withdrew their minds and stopped thinking about it; no matter what Tian Yuan did, the Dao Ancestor was still there to hold things up.

Having now become Heavenly Dao Saints, whether their karma could be resolved was not for them to decide.

In the churning Chaos, the two began to cultivate in peace.

Although they could not walk the Hunyuan path because their Primordial Spirit was entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, it did not hinder their cultivation of laws.

It was just that when the cultivation of laws reached the end, because a portion of their Primordial Spirit was missing, they could not achieve the unity of Hunyuan, meaning they could not merge their bodies with the laws.

But as Heavenly Dao Saints, the more laws they cultivated, the more they could enhance their respective combat power.

Several Heavenly Dao Saints had their own perceptions, and the living beings of the Primordial World were also stunned by the scene before them.

They looked up at the sky, an endless sorrow inexplicably rising in their hearts, and many weak creatures even wailed aloud.

In an instant, the world wept blood, and the Primordial World echoed with many sounds of weeping, a scene of lamentation.

On Golden Turtle Island, Tongtian did not pay attention to the reactions of the crowd; with slightly pale cheeks, he looked up at the Starry Sky, and a booming voice rang out: "Hmph! Borrowing the name of Heaven and Earth, yet you still attempt to deceive this seat?"

When Nuwa became a Saint in the past, Tongtian had sensed something strange from that merit.

Unfortunately, he was not a Heavenly Dao Saint at the time and had no way of knowing the specifics.

As he took that step and his Primordial Spirit was entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, Tongtian faintly sensed the strangeness within, which was another important reason for him to sever his Saint Position today.

The Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World had long since ceased to be the Heavenly Dao that everyone knew.

The sound of the Dao echoed under the dim sky, but the blood rain between Heaven and Earth became even more torrential.

Tongtian did not care, his gaze still fixed firmly on the firmament.

Although he had severed his cultivation and the Hongmeng Purple Qi within his body, there was still one last thread of attachment.

His Primordial Spirit—the Primordial Spirit he had entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.

Back when he achieved Merit Sanctification, a portion of his Primordial Spirit was automatically stripped away and merged into the Heavenly Dao.

Now that he has severed his Saint Position, that portion of his Primordial Spirit still remains.

Having one's Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao is highly beneficial in the Primordial World, but it is equally possible to be controlled by others.

Hongjun has merged his body with the Dao, and even Tongtian does not know who exactly the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World belongs to.

Not to mention the missing portion of his Primordial Spirit, the more critical issue is the possibility of others using it to perceive his inner thoughts; this is what Tongtian worries about most.

That wisp of Primordial Spirit has already completely merged into the Heavenly Dao; let alone his current strength, even a Heavenly Dao Saint would be unable to retrieve it, so now he can only abandon it.

Thinking this, Tongtian Jiaozhu hurriedly calmed his mind, but before he could destroy that wisp of Primordial Spirit himself, that connection was abruptly interrupted.

"Hmph!"

Tongtian let out a cold snort, and resonant words came from his mouth: "Jie Dao, sever!"

Originally, he intended to completely destroy that wisp of Primordial Spirit; since the Heavenly Dao would not allow it, he would sever it completely.

By severing the True Spirit attached to the Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit becomes nothing more than a form of energy.

As soon as the words fell, Tongtian's figure sank, and his complexion turned deathly pale.

Having already been severely wounded from self-severing his Saint Position, and now injuring his Primordial Spirit further, Tongtian's figure was already swaying and on the verge of collapse.

"I am entering seclusion; you all are to practice on your own!"

Sending a voice transmission to Duobao Daoren and his other personal disciples, Tongtian plunged into Biyou Palace.

Although Tongtian has confidence and courage, he also understands the gravity of the situation; it cannot be delayed any longer.

"We respectfully obey the Master's command!"

Duobao and the others, who were waiting below, respectfully accepted the order. After exchanging glances, they all leaped up and landed steadily on the four sides of Biyou Palace.

Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that they must protect their Master at this very moment.

Seeing this, many of the remaining disciples of the Jie Sect also flew up, sitting in a circle to guard Biyou Palace in the center.

Regardless of how their Master fares, since they have entered the Jie Sect, they shall be disciples of the Jie Sect!

A small number of disciples who had other thoughts, seeing this, also had no choice but to fly up and join them.

In an instant, circles upon circles of Jie Sect disciples surrounded Biyou Palace, stretching as far as the eye could see.

(End of this chapter)