199: Tongtian Zhan Jin'ao

Qing Wu's attention, however, was focused on this Golden Turtle.

It was far too large.

Its back was already like a world of its own, covered in archipelagos and surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Furthermore, having lived for so long, once the Golden Turtle fell, its accumulated magic power transformed into Spiritual Qi, making it truly no worse than most immortal mountains or blessed lands.

No wonder it was later used by Tongtian as a Dao arena; there was a reason for it.

Qing Wu couldn't help but think of that Black Tortoise in the North Sea.

Both were ancient monsters, yet it hadn't come out to cause trouble; if he had time, he could go check on its situation.

After all, he had previously received the Karma of the Black Tortoise, which was a signal for help.

By now, Tongtian had completely suppressed the Golden Turtle. The Chaos Domain constructed by its carapace was steadily shrinking, and its condition was worsening.

It was time to deliver the killing blow.

Stowing away the qingping sword, Tongtian's hands did not stop moving.

"Zhu, Lu, Xian, Jue—"

Four sword hums that shook the Primordial World rang out simultaneously!

The zhuxian sword hung in the eastern sky, the Luxian Sword guarded the western sea of clouds, the Xianxian Sword was pinned into the southern Void Realm, and the Juexian Sword sealed the northern profound darkness.

The moment the four swords appeared together, the remaining Chaos Domain on the Golden Turtle's carapace shattered into pieces.

Tongtian stood in the center of the four swords, controlling them as they pressed down to suppress the Golden Turtle.

"Today, I shall let you witness what Heavenly Dao slaughter truly is!"

The sword light of the zhuxian sword was the first to fall. It seemed slow, but in reality, it transcended the concept of time.

The Golden Turtle raised a claw to block, only to find that its front claw had already been severed from its body.

The sword light had already slashed through three breaths ago!

The Luxian Sword followed. Wherever its sword glow passed, all the dao patterns on the Golden Turtle's carapace were extinguished simultaneously, as if their very existence had been erased.

The Xianxian and Juexian Swords struck together.

Two sword lights, one bright and one dark, crossed in a cross-slash across the Golden Turtle's neck.

In that instant, the entire East Sea fell silent.

The waves froze, and the sword glow paused.

When time and space resumed their flow, the Golden Turtle's head slowly slid off. No blood was seen at the cut; only wisps of Chaos Qi dissipated.

Tongtian raised his hand to recall the four swords, turned to Qing Wu and the other, and smiled. "Well? Was the show exciting enough?"

Qing Wu nodded. "Fellow Daoist is indeed worthy of being a Saint; to slay such a Vicious Beast so effortlessly."

There was no exaggeration in these words.

The entire battle could be described as relaxed and effortless.

Tongtian hadn't even used thirty percent of his strength, yet he had already beaten this Golden Turtle—a remnant of Chaos—into submission.

At the same time, Qing Wu saw the sharp edge of the Four Swords of Zhuxian for the first time.

As expected of the weapons that could form the number one slaughter array of the Heavenly Dao, the ferocity of each blade was beyond what ordinary Top Grade Innate Spirit Treasures could compare to.

Facing the praise, Tongtian merely smiled faintly, not taking it much to heart.

He had witnessed this Fellow Daoist face the Zhou Tian Star Dou and the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array alone, dimming the very stars with a single punch.

If it were him, without calling upon the great power of the Heavenly Dao for enhancement and relying solely on his own strength, he likely couldn't have done it without deploying the Zhu Xian Sword Array.

But if he did deploy the Zhu Xian Sword Array, would the Heavenly Dao allow him to attack the Zhou Tian Star Dou?

Likely not.

But soon, Tongtian shook his head. Why was he competing with this Fellow Daoist?

Their Dao paths were different; there was no need to dwell on such details.

At this time, their gazes fell upon the corpse of the fallen Golden Turtle.

"Such remains are indeed fine materials for Artifact Refining," Yuan Feng blurted out.

Ever since she got the qiankun cauldron, she wanted to refine everything she saw.

Now with the Golden Turtle's body before her, she felt like throwing it all into the pot.

However, Qing Wu smiled. "This Golden Turtle is so massive; once it completely stabilizes and transforms into a spiritual island, it will certainly be an immortal's blessed land."

Hearing this, Tongtian's eyes immediately lit up, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Qing Wu remembered that at this time, the Three Purities had not yet split up.

Tongtian hadn't come out to look for a Dao arena either; encountering this Golden Turtle was purely coincidental.

However, it should be soon.

Their doctrines were different, and there were conflicts at the level of their Dao philosophies; the Three Sects of the Xuan Sect could not remain as harmonious as they were now forever.

Tongtian slashed out with his sword, picking up the sturdiest bone spike from the Golden Turtle's back and handing it to Qing Wu.

"Many thanks for your guidance on several occasions, Fellow Daoist. Let this item serve as my gift of thanks."

Several occasions?

To be honest, Qing Wu didn't know how he had guided him several times.

But since Tongtian had gifted such fine material for Artifact Refining, there was no harm in accepting it.

After settling the matters here, Tongtian took the initiative to bid farewell.

He still had to continue traveling, preaching, and accepting disciples.

Before leaving, Zhao Gongming hesitated to speak, clearly worried about his three sisters.

Tongtian patted his shoulder. "Rest assured. Fellow Daoist Yuan Feng possesses the Dao of Creation and can help your three sisters replenish their Origin."

"When they take human form again, their strength and foundation might even reach a higher level."

Tongtian and the Sanxiao originally shared a master-disciple fate.

But given the current situation, letting Yuan Feng take them was the better choice.

Moreover, the Sanxiao were quite close to her, so he couldn't say much else.

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming felt slightly more at ease and left with Tongtian.

Afterward, Qing Wu and the other also returned to the Immortal Volcano.

Kong Xuan and Jinpeng returned as well.

Jinpeng had suffered significant injuries and needed time to recover.

Traveling alone was no fun for Kong Xuan either, so he returned to Cultivate in seclusion and prepare for his Breakthrough to the Daluo Realm.

Jin Feng and Qing Luan went to the Nüwa Palace to find Nüwa; unsurprisingly, they walked right into the tiger's den and were detained.

However, Nüwa was very fond of them.

By Cultivating beside a Saint, the two of them would also gain considerable benefits.

A scroll rolled down, and Fuxi's voice came from within, asking them to help him break the Seal.

A dignified Innate Sacred Being and a Quasi-Saint with great Divine Abilities actually asking two juniors for help was truly... however, this was a Restriction set by a Saint, so the two of them couldn't help much.

Fuxi would have to Cultivate for a while longer.

In the Primordial World, time passed quickly.

The ceasefire decree set by Ancestor Hongjun for one kalpa had long since passed.

Neither the Wu nor the Yao Race sides made any major moves.

Although local conflicts still existed, neither side seemed to have plans for an all-out war.

Heavenly Court.

In the great hall, Dijun sat alone upon the imperial throne.

The successive appearances of the Saints and the stability of the Primordial World allowed him to see some hidden existences clearly.

He also seemed to have discovered that the Yao Race was on a chessboard, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to break free.

The Saints sat high in the heavens, with the four seas under their gaze.

The current great trend of the Primordial World could not affect the Saints, and they would not easily intervene.

But a Saint was, after all, a Saint; even if they did nothing, they still put considerable pressure on Dijun and the Heavenly Court.

If he wanted to find that silver lining of survival, his only option was likely to become a Saint.

"The Wu Clan!"

Whenever he thought of this, Dijun couldn't help but rest his head in his hand and sigh.

Matters seemed to be stuck in a cycle, interconnected from beginning to end, ultimately unbreakable.

The hall doors suddenly opened; seeing it was Taiyi, Dijun's brows relaxed slightly.