488: The rules backfired, and the Holy King vomited blood.

However, facing this world-destroying strike...

The Tongtian Pagoda, which had turned into a pillar of glazed light, did not tremble even in the slightest.

Upon the pagoda's body, the billions of rays of rosy light only froze slightly.

As if a sleeping giant had been bitten by a mosquito and frowned impatiently.

It was this momentary stagnation.

An instant before the Zixiao Divine Punishment was about to touch the glazed pagoda body...

Buzz!

The vast star chart on the pagoda's body, woven from thousands of Laws, suddenly burst into brilliant light.

It was no longer an illusory manifestation of dao rhyme, but had transformed into a real starry canopy that seemed to operate on the ultimate truths of the Universe.

Within the star chart, billions of runes representing thunder suddenly converged.

They did not form any earth-shattering divine abilities, but in an instant...

They condensed into a chain of Laws that also flickered with purple lightning, yet was even more powerful and noble than the Zixiao Divine Punishment.

Facing that roaring, world-destroying pillar of thunder, the reaction of the thunder Law chain was simple to the extreme.

The thunder Law chain merely aimed across the void at that Zixiao Divine Punishment...

And gave it a gentle lash.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

No roar of Law annihilation.

In fact, not even a single ripple appeared.

Under the cognition-shattering gaze of the billions of living beings in Tongtian City and all the mighty figures and titans above the Nine Heavens...

The taboo strike that the Zixiao Holy Lord took pride in, triggered by burning ten thousand years of his Lifespan—that purple divine punishment capable of destroying a Holy Land...

Just like that, under the lash of the Law chain, it was like snow under the sun or a dreamlike bubble.

It dissolved silently.

Yes, it simply dissolved.

From beginning to end, it was clean, as if it had never appeared in this world.

"..."

"..."

All things in heaven and earth fell into a standstill at this moment.

The Void Realm also fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's brains completely short-circuited because of this overly absurd scene.

And that thunder Law chain, after erasing that purple divine punishment...

The lightning upon it became even more blazing, as if it were enraged by the ant's provocation.

It swayed spiritually within the star chart, and the end of the chain, across the endless void...

Pointed toward the War Flagship of the Zixiao Holy Land above the Nine Heavens.

It pointed toward the figure at the bow of the ship, who looked like a mad demon.

And gave a gentle flick.

The movement was extremely casual, just like a Mortal flicking dust off a sleeve.

But this flick...

To the Zixiao Holy Lord, was no different from the final judgment handed down by the Heavenly Dao.

"No!!!"

The Zixiao Holy Lord's eyes nearly split from their sockets as he let out a scream of absolute horror.

He could no longer sense it!

He could not feel any thunder Laws in heaven and earth!

No, more accurately, all the thunder Laws in heaven and earth had completely betrayed him at this moment.

They were no longer servants for him to command but had turned into enemies judging him.

A supreme power from the Origin of the Great Dao, transcending his understanding and utterly irresistible, instantly locked onto his Saint Lord dao body.

The protective divine light around his body, which was enough to withstand the siege of several Mahayana Cultivators, was as fragile as paper before that power.

Crack!

The divine light shattered at the sound.

That power of Origin blasted into his body without any hindrance.

Pfft—!!!

A mouthful of thick, purplish-gold holy blood containing the Mahayana Origin violently sprayed from the Zixiao Holy Lord's mouth.

The scalding holy blood splattered across the cold deck of the flagship; every drop contained a terrifying weight enough to crush a mountain.

The Zixiao Holy Lord's figure swayed violently, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant, and his Aura withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were filled with endless horror and confusion.

He had been severely wounded by the Thunder Dao he had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, which he had taken pride in and relied upon to rule.

On the flagship, the dozen or so Grand Elders of the Zixiao Holy Land were all dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the figure in front of them, whose robe was stained with blood and whose Aura was failing.

Who was that?

That was the most brilliant Holy Lord of our Zixiao Holy Land in billions of years.

He was a Mahayana Saint Lord who suppressed an era, looked down upon all living beings, and whose words were Law.

He was the myth of invincibility in their hearts.

But now, without even seeing a glimpse of the enemy...

Just by attacking that Tongtian Pagoda...

The Holy Lord was spitting blood and seriously injured?

This thought made their Divine Souls tremble and their Dao Hearts crumble.

Hiss—

In the void, the Old Imperial Uncle of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty, the Heavy-Armored General of the West City Military Camp, and the Woman in Palace Attire from the Star Plucking Tower...

These terrifying existences, who also stood at the peak of the Central Continent Divine Land, all sucked in a breath of cold air at this moment.

Their will projections even showed signs of instability due to the violent fluctuations of their minds.

After a brief, deathly silence.

Inside Tongtian City, the atmosphere, suppressed to the extreme, was finally completely ignited.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

Someone, who knows who, was the first to fail to hold it in and burst out laughing.

This laugh was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"My god! The Zixiao Holy Lord spat blood?"

"He attacked the Tongtian Pagoda and was then severely injured by its counterstrike? What kind of method is this? I don't understand it, but I'm greatly shocked!"

"Hahahaha! This is killing me! This is an immortal Holy Land? This is a Mahayana Saint Lord?"

"He came over aggressively only to end up standing here like a punished student, and now he's even made himself spit blood?"

"Zixiao Holy Land! Renowned and prestigious! The Holy Lord arrives in person! Self-mutilation for entertainment!"

"To kill and then destroy the heart! This move by the Tongtian Pagoda is even more ruthless than directly crushing them!"

The long-suppressed mockery, sarcasm, and clamor swept through the entire Tongtian City like a landslide or a tsunami.

Countless Cultivators looked at the Saint Lord in the sky, who was spitting blood in a sorry state.

And at the undamaged divine pagoda below, still radiating billions of rays of light, they could no longer hold it back.

The overwhelming laughter turned into an invisible giant foot.

Stamping the high-and-mighty face and dignity of the Zixiao Holy Land, accumulated over billions of years, deep into the mud and grinding it in.

Above the Nine Heavens, the Zixiao Holy Lord listened to the earth-shaking clamor below.

Feeling the undisguised mocking gazes from all directions, his pale face turned the color of pig liver.

Humiliation!

Unprecedented humiliation!

He couldn't catch his breath, and a sweetness rose in his throat.

"Pfft!"

Another mouthful of holy blood sprayed out.

This time, it was from anger.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the glazed divine pagoda.

They were filled with endless resentment, madness, and a hint of despair that he himself was unwilling to admit.

However, at the very moment his Dao Heart was about to completely collapse...

Buzz—

The point of light on the Tongtian Pagoda's light screen, which had remained at the eightieth floor, suddenly moved.

It unhurriedly jumped up one spot.

The eighty-first floor!

This jump became the final blow that destroyed his Dao Heart, and like the heaviest slap, it slammed fiercely onto the Zixiao Holy Lord's face.

You are here fighting for your life, burning your Lifespan, only to be beaten until you spit blood.

While the other person didn't even bother to spare you a glance and went up another floor.

The Zixiao Holy Lord stared fixedly at that point of light, all the spirit in his eyes...

...fading away at this moment, leaving only a patch of dead gray.