The Primordial World trembled.

Not just the Five Continents, but the Three Realms, the Three Thousand Worlds, and even the edges of the Primordial World—immortal light flickered uncertainly, the Great Dao wavered unceasingly, and all living beings were filled with dread as if the next moment would bring the annihilation of heaven and earth.

There was only one reason: a battle of magical laws was erupting within the Purple Void Palace.

Thousands of Great Daos were surging at the most central position of heaven and earth.

Mortals could not see what was happening there, and even immortals could not witness the scene. Even mighty beings like Senior Duobao could only sense the Great Dao trembling.

The Yin-Yang Great Dao was opposing nearly all the heavenly Great Daos!

And this Yin-Yang Great Dao wasn’t just holding its ground—it was reversely suppressing all other Daos!

The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two!

The meaning of Yin-Yang was second only to ‘Existence’ itself!

Across the Five Continents of the Primordial World, heaven and earth grew turbid, and spiritual energy surged, as if purity and impurity were about to merge once again.

The Four Seas overflowed with massive waves, causing countless creatures to perish.

In the Underworld, endless spirits wailed in anguish. The light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc grew extremely dim, and the Island of Reincarnation shook violently.

In the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor raised his head to gaze at the ceiling of the Lingxiao Hall, his brows furrowed, his eyes carrying a hint of resignation.

It had still happened—this battle was ultimately unavoidable.

In the Doushuai Palace, Old Lord Laozi gave a slight sigh and continued watching over his pill furnace, waiting for the pills inside to be completed.

In the courtyard, the Blue Ox looked toward the sky, its eyes full of worry, anxiously pacing back and forth.

In Xuandu City, Grand Magus Xuandu frowned as he looked at the figures standing behind him. Thinking of his master’s previous message, he very much wanted to rush back, but could only tightly grip the delicate hand of Kong Xuan beside him.

He couldn’t move—his master had ordered him to stay in Xuandu City and not return to the Primordial World.

What exactly had happened?

Grand Magus Xuandu was somewhat puzzled, but could only wait. He believed his junior brother would give him a complete explanation.

In Central Divine Continent.

Mountain after immortal mountain continuously collapsed. The power of heaven and earth surged like tides, endless spiritual energy transformed into fierce winds, though their direction was uncertain.

No one knew the specific situation.

No one knew what kind of great battle had erupted within the Purple Void Palace at this moment!

‘Master…’

Li Changshou clenched his fists tightly, resisting the impulse to rush toward the Purple Void Palace.

He couldn’t go—he absolutely couldn’t ruin everything at this moment.

The figure of Master Jieyin was currently approaching the Severing Sect immortals, while over ten thousand streams of light were flying through the sky toward this place, though still quite distant.

Senior Duobao, who had just finished declaring to the Three Realms that the Severing Sect would oppose Heaven, was now frozen in place, staring blankly at the sky.

How to oppose it?

Specifically, what should they do?

Follow the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and charge into the Purple Void Palace.

In the Fire Cloud Cave, several figures gathered together, waiting for a jade talisman to break, but that talisman remained sturdy without the slightest movement.

Even the spiritual energy within the Fire Cloud Cave was receding as if being diverted elsewhere by the Heavenly Dao.

Indeed, at this moment the Dao Ancestor was gathering the Primordial World’s spiritual energy, attempting to suppress the Grand Pure Saint!

In Chaoge City!

“Changgeng… take them away…”

The voice of Patriarch Tongxuan suddenly entered Li Changshou’s mind.

“I know you have ways to survive in the Chaos Sea. Take them away—take as many as you can.

Master is now the Heavenly Dao, is this world itself. In terms of pure magical combat, he’s no match for Senior Brother, but with the backing of heaven and earth, Master can suppress Senior Brother’s Dao.

Also, don’t blame your Second Master-Uncle. He has his considerations…”

Li Changshou turned his head to look at Patriarch Tongxuan.

Tongxuan’s eyes were full of resignation as he urged Li Changshou:

“Go!”

“Senior Brother,” Li Changshou looked toward Senior Duobao, “quickly take Master-Uncle away!”

“Don’t worry about this poor Daoist.”

Patriarch Tongxuan raised his hands to push away Guiling Sacred Mother and Qiongxiao. Golden light suddenly appeared on both his hands, transforming into shackles, with black chains extending into the void…

The Severing Sect immortals were greatly alarmed and immediately rushed forward.

They wanted to break those chains but found them to be like illusions—spells, talismans, divine weapons…

Even when Yunxiao grabbed the Four Demon-Slaying Swords, they couldn’t cut through their shadows.

Patriarch Tongxuan said:

“This poor Daoist can no longer leave this world—this is the price of losing to Master.

But don’t worry, this poor Daoist’s life is safe. Master cannot destroy the Three Friends.”

Li Changshou flashed before Patriarch Tongxuan looked at the shackles on his body, and pointed at them, his expression quite grim.

These were shackles that sealed the Great Dao.

Patriarch Tongxuan gestured for Li Changshou to grab his arm;

Li Changshou raised his hand to support him and immediately heard Patriarch Tongxuan’s voice in his mind:

“Don’t worry about this poor Daoist, just go—save as many as you can.

Once Senior Brother makes his move, the Three Schools of the Dao will have completely broken with Master, and Master will not show mercy.

The Three Pure Ones share the same origin and fate. Your Second Master-Uncle’s Dao is the Dao of Eternity, existing at the deepest layer of the Heavenly Dao, forming the foundational Great Dao of the Heavenly Dao. As long as he doesn’t move against Master and break his Eternal destiny, Master cannot touch him.

If Master can’t touch him, he can’t touch this poor Daoist and Senior Brother.

You may not understand this for now, and this poor Daoist cannot explain it to you in detail.

Master now possesses ninety-eight percent of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Senior Brother’s Yin-Yang Natural Dao, Second Master-Uncle’s Dao of Eternity, and this poor Daoist’s Dao of Constant Change are all fundamental to the deepest layer of the Heavenly Dao, but Master has comprehended them all through the Primordial Jade Disc.

As long as your Second Master-Uncle doesn’t move, this poor Daoist and Senior Brother’s lives are safe.

Changgeng, please help this poor Daoist take Yunxiao and the others away. If Senior Brother cannot withstand Master, they will be destroyed by Heaven’s punishment in an instant.”

Li Changshou: …

He turned to look at the Primordial Heavenly Lord, who had his eyes closed in meditation, his expression calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

Many of the knots in his heart suddenly untangled.

Second Master-Uncle didn’t understand his trump cards, didn’t understand his approach.

To be precise, in the Primordial World, including the Heavenly Dao and Dao Ancestor, no one knew what he was going to do next.

Could he go tell Second Master-Uncle—’ If you just follow my plan, there’s a seventy percent chance of killing the Heavenly Dao in the end,’ and expect Second Master-Uncle, who was the cornerstone of the Three Pure Ones’ survival, to immediately stake everything on a life-and-death battle with the Heavenly Dao and Dao Ancestor?

That would be too childish.

The Three Pure Ones were one body, sharing the same origin and fate, with the Dao of Eternity and unbreakable destiny.

Though Li Changshou hadn’t known this before, it didn’t differ much from the conclusions he had reached through analysis from different angles.

[At the Saint realm, the Dao is the Saint, and the Saint is the Dao.]

The Daos of the Three Pure Saints were all foundational Daos of the Heavenly Dao, more important than even the ‘Heaven and Earth Must Maintain Variables’ Dao. If the Dao Ancestor wanted to destroy the Three Pure Ones, the result would be the collapse of the Heavenly Dao itself.

It was also based on this logic that Li Changshou had found his current path to breaking the deadlock.

This was good, this was quite nice.

It meant Master’s side had secured one hand and gained one more insurance.

Li Changshou raised his finger again and pointed at the chains before Patriarch Tongxuan, then closed his eyes in concentration.

He saw it.

He saw a great tree with lush branches and leaves, quietly blooming in the void, its roots planted in the Primordial World while completely enveloping it.

Among these roots, six were exceptionally thick. The projections of Patriarch Tongxuan, Holy Mother, and Master Zhunti were each imprisoned within three of the roots.

These chains sealed Patriarch Tongxuan’s Dao, not his Saint body.

Li Changshou’s gaze shifted to the trunk, where Hongmeng’s figure sat quietly with the Primordial Jade Disc before him;

At the crown of the tree, weren’t those countless leaves the Three Thousand Worlds?

The Heavenly Court, the mortal realm, Central Divine Continent… endless shadowy images too numerous to count.

The Great Daos were those roots of varying thickness, the crown was the world supported by these Daos, and the pivot point between the Daos and the world was firmly occupied by the Dao Ancestor.

Li Changshou had seen such a situation before.

Seemingly discovering Li Changshou’s observation, a repelling force transmitted from the chains, directly bouncing his finger away.

Looking up, Li Changshou exchanged glances with Patriarch Tongxuan, thoughts racing through his mind as he reached a decision.

The original plan remained unchanged—protect the Severing Sect immortals as much as possible.

When the Heavenly Dao struck, though Saints wouldn’t die, Saint disciples had no power to resist.

The Severing Sect had openly opposed Heaven. Once the Dao Ancestor was free to act, he would deal harshly with the Severing Sect immortals. If too many Severing Sect immortals died, it would be an enormous blow to Patriarch Tongxuan.

Li Changshou immediately said: “Senior Brother Duobao, take everyone away first!

Those who haven’t arrived yet shouldn’t come—escape to the Three Thousand Worlds separately.

Just as Master-Uncle said, save as many as we can now!”

Patriarch Tongxuan said beside them: “Changgeng’s words are this master’s intention—don’t delay!”

“This!”

Though Senior Duobao’s face showed unwillingness, he could distinguish priorities at this moment and immediately nodded in agreement.

Li Changshou stepped forward and pointed with his finger, about to deploy a gateway escape technique.

But Master Jieyin’s sleeves billowed, and the space here was instantly sealed.

Master Jieyin had now drawn level with the Enlightenment Sect immortals’ position, coldly watching the Severing Sect crowd.

“Today, this poor Daoist shall settle accounts with you regarding the Spirit Mountain affair.”

“You all go, I’ll cover the rear.”

Li Changshou turned to look at Master Jieyin and opened his left hand where the slightly curved God-Slaying Spear appeared in his palm, while strands of mysterious Dao rhythms floated around him.

Just as he was about to step forward, a delicate hand pressed on his hand—it was Yunxiao stepping half a step forward.

“Together.”

“Alright,” Li Changshou agreed without any hesitation. Senior Duobao and Guiling Sacred Mother also wanted to step forward but were stopped by Patriarch Tongxuan’s gaze.

Duobao gave a bitter laugh, turned to look around, and once again called out to the Five Continents using his previous method.

The Severing Sect disciples all took cover, immediately leaving this place.

Having just shouted about opposing Heaven, but now fleeing in such disarray—this was rather depressing for Duobao.

Duobao deployed his divine ability, right in front of Jieyin’s face, digging a large hole in the sealed space.

Those Severing Sect disciples were unwilling to abandon their master, forcibly supporting Patriarch Tongxuan into this large hole, following Senior Duobao in swift retreat…

But Qiongxiao said: “Brother-in-law! Let me help you too!”

“Go!”

Li Changshou said without turning his head: “Don’t make your sister and me worry, take Bixiao and go to Xuandu City.”

Qiongxiao stamped her foot while holding the Golden Crocodile Shears, her small face full of anger, but quickly turned and flew toward the East Sea direction.

Jieyin pressed forward.

Li Changshou gave a cold snort, pulled Yunxiao behind him, whispered a few instructions, and then slowly stepped forward, blocking all of Master Jieyin’s pressure.

Fairy Yunxiao moved her slender hands, and the Primordial Golden Dipper emanated rays of light.

At this moment, the Enlightenment Sect immortals looked at the Primordial Golden Dipper.

Chi Jingzi said: “Please return our Senior Brother!”

Fairy Yunxiao didn’t answer, just silently watching the Enlightenment Sect immortals.

“Attack!”

Wenshu Daoist gave a low shout, but his feet remained motionless.

The Enlightenment Sect crowd didn’t rush forward together, only a few people couldn’t help but step forward.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord was right here—his Wenshu’s words naturally carried no weight.

Just then!

Dark clouds suddenly gathered above the Southern Continent, and divine thunder suddenly struck down. Many Severing Sect immortals flying through heaven and earth were directly killed by the thunder, their forms falling toward the great sea.

Heaven’s might had descended!

“Is it… is it over?”

Duobao asked blankly, unable to help biting his tongue.

Dao rhythms suddenly trembled in Li Changshou’s heart, manifesting scene after scene, and accompanying these scenes was that familiar word.

[Go].

Crack!

In the dark sky, a purple-black divine thunder struck down, like an azure dragon’s claw swatting down.

To the southeast, the earthen tunnel Duobao had dug suddenly collapsed, with the Severing Sect disciples inside suffering heavy casualties.

Throughout heaven and earth, all beings were in an uproar.

The world’s turbulence suddenly ceased, with no more anomalies anywhere.

But Heaven’s punishment grew increasingly fierce as if Heaven was roaring and howling, endless spiritual energy transforming into Purple Void divine thunder, hunting down Severing Sect immortals one by one!

Two streams of light, one black and one white, flew over and transformed into the Taiji Diagram protecting Li Changshou’s chest; a slightly charred precious flag also fell, but the Heaven-Earth Ruler had vanished without a trace.

Master… had lost…

Though it was within expectations, it was still somewhat hard to accept when it happened.

Scene after scene of information was instantly read by Li Changshou. He couldn’t help but clench his fists, reached back to grab Yunxiao, and raised his hand to push the Taiji Diagram forward, pressing it against Yunxiao.

He also stuffed a jade talisman into Yunxiao’s hand, and their eyes met.

“Save people, go to Xuandu City, wait for me.”

Though there were tears gleaming in Yunxiao’s eyes at this moment, she didn’t delay for even half an instant, gently nodded, turned, and charged toward where thunder and lightning filled the sky.

Boom boom boom—

Heaven’s might grew denser. On the ground of the Southern Continent, a fine grid appeared, with most mortals falling directly into sleep.

Master Jieyin’s form flashed, heading straight for the East Sea.

Li Changshou’s figure shot skyward, holding his spear to directly cut off Master Jieyin’s momentum!

Layer after layer of light walls appeared in the sky.

That was an arena drawn by the power of the Heavenly Dao, enclosing Li Changshou and Master Jieyin within; neither side hesitated, transforming into two streams of light chasing each other within!

In Li Changshou’s heart, scene after scene of Master battling the Dao Ancestor kept flashing, anger surged toward his heart but was suppressed by his clear and peaceful dao heart.

He kept telling himself that these were all situations he had anticipated long ago, these were all necessary conditions for ultimate victory, and he could only temporarily let Master and Master-Uncle suffer some grievances.

But even now, he still couldn’t help wanting to go cause a great disturbance in the Purple Void Palace!

Stay calm, getting worked up is meaningless, recite the ‘Sutra of Stability’!

He represented more than just himself at this moment.

Being relied upon was indeed the most tiring way to live.

Fight!

A giant shadow appeared behind Li Changshou, his form quick as flowing light and phantom, his attacks fierce as fire;

Master Jieyin formed seals with both hands, himself unmovable as a mountain, completely blocking Li Changshou’s attacks, while a golden light flew out from behind him, chasing after the Severing Sect disciples.

Jieyin’s Divine Banner!

The divine banner spun round and round, scattering sheets of divine light, absorbing batch after batch of Severing Sect disciples.

Conversion!

The Western School’s method of converting beings originated from Jieyin’s Great Dao!

In contrast, Yunxiao held the Taiji Diagram saving people everywhere, the jade talisman in her hand shining brightly, making the boundless heavenly punishment directly dissipate.

—That was the ‘life-saving talisman’ the Dao Ancestor had given Li Changshou when he lost a battle before.

The Enlightenment Sect immortals each looked toward the Primordial Heavenly Lord’s back, but he said: “Just watch.”

Those few who had been restless bowed their heads in acknowledgment, each remaining silent.

Heaven’s punishment continued.

The aftershocks of Li Changshou and Master Jieyin’s fierce battle had made space curve and bend, beyond even Golden Immortals’ divine sense to probe.

Spirit Mountain, Lotus Pool.

A bewitching figure came striding quickly, looking at that twelve-petaled lotus overflowing with light and color, lightly licked their lips, and floated down.

Amid the battle, Jieyin’s expression changed drastically!

He turned to look toward Spirit Mountain, about to break space to rush back.

But a black spear attacked from the side, forcing Jieyin’s form to retreat.

Li Changshou’s brow twitched, and he raised his hand to draw a seal, actively adding another layer of shackles to the space.

“Li Changgeng!”

Jieyin instantly understood the cause and effect, glaring at Li Changshou, “You dare to scheme against this poor Daoist like this!”

“We’re even,” Li Changshou said calmly, “Friend, today you’d better focus on battling with me, don’t worry about other matters.”

At Spirit Mountain, Wenjing Daoist, who had taken several big gulps at the golden lotus, had already transformed into a blood mosquito and hurriedly flew beyond heaven and earth.

In the treasure pool, a golden lotus with only three petals remaining was slowly withering.

The golden cicada pupa hidden under the golden lotus was now also being invaded by golden light…

Outside Chaoge City, in the twisted space wrapped in dense Heavenly Dao power, several times Jieyin wanted to leave but was steadily blocked by Li Changshou.

The figure of ‘Zhunti’ had never appeared from beginning to end.

How could he appear at this moment?

In Li Changshou’s heart, the scene of the Grand Pure Saint battling the Dao Ancestor played over and over.

The Dao Ancestor had accelerated the flow of time in the battle area—though they felt only a moment had passed, in reality, this great battle had lasted several decades.

The Yin-Yang Great Dao pressed down on everything, suppressing the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Taiji Diagram crushing endless Dao marks.

The most striking scene, however, was at the battle’s end.

The Dao Ancestor’s towering figure was mostly shattered, only half a face and half a body remaining, but in his chest, an orb of light like a sun star gently flickered.

‘Go ahead, Grand Pure.’

‘This poor Daoist is this world, this poor Daoist’s life is this world’s origin!’

‘Kill this poor Daoist, and you destroy this world!’

That gaunt figure hesitated, the black and white light in his eyes quickly receding, his floating hair and robes gradually falling.

In just this moment of hesitation, the Dao Ancestor’s form suddenly restored completely, pressing one palm against that gaunt old Daoist’s chest, effortlessly turning that gaunt old Daoist into a stone statue.

The Great Dao was sealed.

In that great tree representing the Primordial World, within the largest root, appeared the fourth Saint’s projection.

Grand Pure, Natural Yin-Yang Dao.

In the end…

Li Changshou sighed inwardly.

Master hadn’t been defeated, he just couldn’t find a way to deal with the Dao Ancestor.

And the significance of Master giving him these scenes wasn’t to explain anything to him, but just to tell Li Changshou…

This path he was walking now wasn’t wrong.