252: Chapter 252 Compensation

Jie Yin's expression was also ugly to the extreme. With a point of his finger, endless Western Luck and Divine Ability transformed into a golden heavenly river stretching for ten thousand miles, attempting to block Shi Yan's path.

The Two Saints went all out, and their terrifying might caused the entire earth veins and mountains of the western Primordial World to tremble violently, with countless mountains and rivers turning to dust under the Saintly Might.

However, in the face of this world-destroying counterattack, Shi Yan did not even lift an eyelid.

“Is this meager offensive worthy of blocking this seat?”

Shi Yan snorted coldly, and the 12th grade pure world white lotus beneath his feet instantly expanded by ten thousand Zhang. The pure white, flawless Pure World Divine Light transformed into an indestructible barrier, completely blocking the sky-filling golden light and multicolored clouds outside.

Immediately after, the chaos bell above his head shook, and invisible ripples of time and space rippled out. The seemingly vast golden heavenly river, at the moment it touched the bell's waves, actually snapped inch by inch, directly shattered into nothingness!

No matter how heaven-defying the methods of The Two Saints were, in front of these two Spirit Treasures and Supreme Treasures—the chaos bell and the pure world white lotus, one offensive and one defensive—it was simply like an ant trying to shake a giant tree.

“How can this be?!” Zhun Ti roared in disbelief.

“You actually blocked the Divine Ability of my Senior Brother and me so easily!”

Then, before he could recover from his shock, Shi Yan stepped forward and lightly waved the hongmeng measuring ruler in his hand.

This strike ignored the barriers of space and pointed directly at Zhun Ti's seven treasures tree.

Crack—!

A crisp yet heartbreaking sound of shattering suddenly echoed through heaven and earth.

After taking this blow, the seven treasures tree cracked with a shocking fissure under Zhun Ti's despairing gaze!

The top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the seven treasures tree, was damaged once again!

“My seven treasures tree!” Zhun Ti's mouth twitched in sheer heartache, and he almost spat out a mouthful of Saint blood.

The cracks from last time had barely been repaired, yet now it was almost smashed to pieces again by a single strike from Shi Yan's ruler!

However, the real disaster was only just beginning.

After Shi Yan forced Zhun Ti back with a single strike, the chaos bell above his head, carrying the Law of Time and Space, slammed heavily into the 12th-grade merit golden lotus beneath Jie Yin like a large truck with precise navigation.

Dong—!!!

A dull, massive boom resounded throughout the Primordial World.

Jie Yin's face, which was already full of bitterness, instantly turned as pale as paper.

“Not good!!”

After suffering such a collision from the chaos bell, the golden light circulating on the 12th-grade merit golden lotus suddenly dimmed.

Immediately after, one of the lotus petals could not withstand the terrifying force and shattered into a sky full of golden fragments in the Void Realm with a sharp 'crack'!

The 12th-grade merit golden lotus was degraded to an 11th-grade merit golden lotus!

The 12th-grade merit golden lotus was the core treasure used by the Western Sect to suppress its Luck.

With the shattering of the golden lotus, the originally dense Luck of the Western Sect above Mount Sumeru suddenly began to churn violently.

Strands of visible golden Luck transformed into dragons, frantically escaping from the cracked golden lotus and vanishing into the heaven and earth of the Primordial World.

The Two Saints instantly panicked.

“No—!! Luck! My Western Luck!!”

This time, Jie Yin was completely panicked.

On his face, which was usually calm all year round, an extreme look of terror and panic finally emerged.

The Luck of the Western Sect was the Foundation for him and his Junior Brother to repay their debt to the Heavenly Dao. Now that the Luck was leaking out, their savings instantly decreased by a significant chunk.

The two of them might end up being slaves to the Heavenly Dao for the rest of their lives!

Seeing Shi Yan expressionlessly raising the hongmeng measuring ruler once more,

“Stop fighting! Fellow Daoist Shi Yan, please stop quickly! Stop fighting!”

Zhun Ti hastily withdrew his Dharma body, waving his hands repeatedly with absolutely no image of a Saint left, his voice even carrying an unmistakable hint of sobbing and pleading.

Jie Yin could not care less about his aching heart over the golden lotus. He pressed his palms together and said with a trembling voice, “Fellow Daoist Shi Yan, everything can be discussed! For today's Karma, our Western Sect admits defeat! Please quickly withdraw your Divine Ability!”

Seeing this, Shi Yan paused the hongmeng measuring ruler in his hand, suspending it in mid-air.

Looking down from above at the battered Two Sages of the West, he coldly stretched out a hand and spoke flatly:

“We can stop. From this day forth, the West must not interfere in the matters of the Dragon Clan by any means. In addition...”

“As the price for your plotting against the Dragon Clan and provoking this seat, you must also hand over thirty percent of the Western Luck!”

“What?! Thirty percent of our Luck?!”

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhun Ti, who was originally full of bitterness and aching over his Spirit Treasure and Luck, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, almost jumping up from the Void Realm.

Almost as a physical instinct, Zhun Ti shook his head like a rattle-drum:

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!”

“Thirty percent of our Luck? Even if you destroy this Saintly body of mine and my Senior Brother's, our West will never give you a single shred of Luck!”

Hearing Zhun Ti's words, Shi Yan's reaction was very simple.

He did not say a word, simply raising the hongmeng measuring ruler slowly.

It looked as if he was about to strike directly down at Mount Sumeru.

“Junior Brother! Shut up!!”

Seeing this, Jie Yin was scared to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Mount Sumeru was the Foundation of the West, the very basis of their Great Vows.

If Shi Yan were to strike it with his ruler again, not only would the Western Sect be finished, but even the Saintly Dao Fruits of the two of them would likely be knocked down!

Without any hesitation, Jie Yin took a step forward and firmly covered Zhun Ti's mouth, which was still trying to refuse.

At the same time, a Primordial Spirit voice transmission entered Zhun Ti's mind:

‘Junior Brother, are you crazy?! If our Luck is gone, we can always plan to get it back. But if even Mount Sumeru is completely smashed by him, what will you and I use to repay our Heavenly Dao Great Vows?! As long as the green hills remain, we need not worry about firewood! Shut up!’

Zhun Ti trembled all over from Jie Yin's slap and voice transmission.

Looking at the hongmeng measuring ruler radiating a terrifying aura above his head, the instinct in his eyes finally receded, replaced by a deep terror.

Jie Yin took a deep breath, squeezing out a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and bowed repeatedly to Shi Yan:

“Fellow Daoist Shi Yan, please appease your anger! Junior Brother Zhun Ti was momentarily muddled, please do not take offense, Fellow Daoist! Thirty percent of our Luck... our West will give it!”

With that, Jie Yin took the initiative to sever thirty percent of the vast Western Luck gathered above Mount Sumeru, condensed it into a small sphere, and handed it to Shi Yan.

Seeing this, Shi Yan put away the hongmeng measuring ruler and, with a gentle wave of his hand, stored the thirty percent of the Karma into his portable space.

After collecting the Luck, Shi Yan stared at Jie Yin and continued:

“This seat has accepted the Luck. Now, what about the second requirement? How have you considered the matter of the Dragon Clan?”

However, upon hearing the words 'Dragon Clan', Jie Yin's expression instantly became extremely complex.

He opened his mouth, his eyes drifting toward the Nine Heavens above, and then looked at Shi Yan with some fear.

Jie Yin did not speak directly. Instead, his lips moved slightly, and a secret, low-voiced Primordial Spirit voice transmission was cautiously sent into Shi Yan's ears:

‘Fellow Daoist Shi Yan... to tell you the truth. Regarding the matter of the Dragon Clan entering the Great Tribulation, it was not the idea of us two brothers... but rather... Teacher... who demanded we do so based on our Heavenly Dao debt...’