Kun Zhou’s frame was tall and slender, clad in a moon-white battle robe, his gray hair flowing loose. A black-gold pendant hung from between his brows — a divine material exclusive to Great Emperors, guarding the Immortal Platform within his forehead bone. Threads of immortal radiance seeped from his body; his Supreme Dao Ancient Imperial Weapon was awakening.

He stood towering in the void beyond the domain, like a deity that had existed since time immemorial. Within his gray irises, the sun and moon revolved — the heavens split and the earth was cleft — terrifying beyond measure.

With those words of his, anyone would feel a chill from head to toe. Whoever he called “Dao Brother” was no ordinary figure — at the very least, it had to be a Great Saint revered by the entire world!

Ancestor Kings — the appearance of a few was hardly surprising, for the ten thousand races coexisted in this age of great flourishing. Yet a true Great Saint was rare; even on an ancient star, there were only a handful at most.

One could say that everyone who had walked this far possessed the opportunity to attain the Dao, bearing Dao Bones of a kind rarely seen throughout the ages — all of them were supreme prodigies, peerless figures of their generation.

To become a Great Saint, the gap in strength between peers would not be vast. As titans who had all set foot upon the immortal path and reached this stage, if they were anything less than formidable, how could they have ever become Great Saints?

Kun Zhou’s words made everyone’s hair stand on end. Two Great Saints arriving together — the Battle Saint King was in grave danger!

The battlefield beyond the domain lay utterly Desolate. The eyes of the Victorious Fighting Buddha opened and closed, their keen light blazing — sharp as blades.

Central Region. Outside Zhenshian City.

The Shencan Princess leapt to her feet, ready to charge into the outer heavens. Her violet hair flew in the wind, and a fierce killing intent emerged in her phoenix eyes. Her graceful spiritual aura was fully restrained — she exuded authority without anger, like an empress of a generation.

Worry gnawed at her heart. The twin beams of light shooting from her eyes carried an icy chill she could not suppress. Concern breeds disorder — two Great Saints acting together meant the old monkey could face catastrophe.

“Princess, hold!” An elderly Daoren from Shencan Ridge stepped in to block her. Though resentful and worried, going up there would change nothing.

A Great Saint was an existence that even Saint-level Ancient Kings had to look up to — far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. With a mere raise of their hand, half an ancient star could be destroyed. Without standing at that level, going up there was simply marching to one’s death.

“How is he even more shameless than Duan De — this isn’t a solo duel, it’s a gang beating. What the hell!” Even the Black Emperor couldn’t help but curse aloud.

“Truly birds of a feather. The Heavenly Emperor’s Son acting this way must also have been at his instruction.” Ye Fan remarked.

Outside Zhenxian City, the formation platforms hummed as Dao patterns rotated in dense, intricate arrays. The Heaven-Piercing Divine Eye manifested, projecting everything from the battlefield beyond the domain — visible and real.

No one could remain calm. This battle had now drawn in a third Great Saint, making it all the more terrifying. Most likely, it involved one of the Primordial Imperial Clans.

Kun Zhou’s clan, though they lorded over many, had never produced an Ancient Emperor — they could not possibly possess an Emperor-level weapon. Naturally, it had been borrowed.

“Could that be… the weapon of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor?”

One of the Ancient Kings spoke in a trembling voice, sending a wave of cold through everyone. The Heavenly Emperor’s Son had died, yet the Dao Weapon of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor had never appeared — it had remained an unsolved mystery.

“The Ancient Heavenly Emperor’s weapon — it can absolutely shatter eternity. It is a supreme immortal weapon!”

Anyone who entertained this possibility could not sit still. Today’s affair had escalated enormously, growing ever more uncontrollable. Most likely, the fighting would shatter the star domain itself.

“Ha ha…” One of the Ancestor Kings burst into laughter.

The moment the Victorious Fighting Buddha appeared, a crowd of followers materialized. And Kun Zhou, whose power had reached the realm of creation and whose might shook past and present, naturally had Ancient Kings following in his wake as well.

This individual laughed without restraint at such a moment — clearly convinced the Battle Saint King was about to fall, holding nothing back.

“What does it matter that he’s the Saint Emperor’s own younger brother? I simply refuse to believe he can defy heaven and surpass his elder brother. His fate is already sealed!” he said coldly.

Dicue had been a supreme prodigy of heaven, standing as an equal to the Ancient Saint Emperor. And his nephew Kun Zhou likewise lorded over the Primordial Age — a Great Saint who had never once tasted defeat, bearing the same supreme bearing as Dicue.

Such an undefeated Great Saint, combined with another figure of equal standing, acting together — even someone as formidable as the Battle Saint King would most likely fall.

“Get out of the way!” The Shencan Princess stepped forward, ready to strike.

And at that moment, the Silver Moon Heavenly King also stepped forward, blocking her path — the two locked in direct confrontation.

Suddenly, heaven and earth fell silent. Nearly everyone dropped to their knees, their bodies and souls trembling, feeling as though they had reached the final threshold of life.

A Heavenly Might descended from beyond the domain, so crushing that people were on the verge of suffocation. No clan patriarch, no matter how powerful, could withstand it. Their bodies stiffened, nearly toppling into prostration.

The Great Saint War had begun!

People watched in shock as the battlefield beyond the domain crumbled — the Battle Saint King unleashed a single punch, annihilating outer space, reducing everything to its origin point as primordial chaos energy surged in torrents.

A single strike from a Great Saint — who could withstand it?

Kun Zhou vanished, reappearing in another stretch of sky. He stood in the Desolate cosmos, staring at him with cold indifference, and said: “Monkey, you have no power to defy heaven!”

Threads of immortal radiance shot from within his body. He seemed to have merged with the Dao itself, reviving an Ancient Imperial Weapon — coming in from the start for an absolute killing blow.

There was no sparring here, no enlightenment battle — all of it had been empty words. This was a fight to the death, with one single objective: kill the enemy, by any means necessary.

Kun Zhou’s expression was cold and detached. His hair flew loose. Drawing upon the power of the Supreme Dao Ancient Imperial Weapon, his aura climbed to an absolute pinnacle, as though he had transformed into an Ancient Emperor himself.

Clang!

The Victorious Fighting Buddha was not about to hold back. In his hand appeared a black iron staff, radiating brilliant immortal light in ten thousand streaks of auspicious radiance. The Supreme Dao Imperial Might raged across the heavens.

This was the Saint Emperor’s weapon — a true immortal treasure, suppressing the Primordial Age. No one knew how many Ancient Kings it had struck down; its weathered marks were saturated with domineering power.

Hum!

The Battle Saint King transformed into a streak of light, gripping the divine iron that blazed with radiant light. He became a war god who lorded over heaven and earth, splitting downward with a cleaving strike.

He swung the great staff. With one shake of both arms, the sun and moon trembled; the star domain shook. He collapsed the entire outer battlefield, driving the blow toward Great Saint Kun Zhou — terrifying to the extreme.

In the Central Region, outside Zhenxian City, the powerful warriors of every race trembled in their legs, gripped by an instinctual, primal dread. Even separated by such an immense distance, every person had broken out in goosebumps.

Even Saint-level Ancient Kings held their breath. The silence reached its absolute peak — not a single person spoke, all watching in solemn silence.

On the battlefield beyond the domain, a long howl erupted from a divine soul — shaking rivers and mountains. The Battle Saint King’s unstoppable bravery forced even Great Saint Kun Zhou to yield before his edge, refusing to clash directly with the divine iron, falling back again and again.

Yet the old monkey’s speed was too great — pressing down upon him as he advanced, charging into the ink-black cosmos. The black immortal iron in his hand caused the entire heavens to fracture, time flowing on endlessly.

It was a vast ocean — the boundless sea of the Great Dao. The Battle Saint King carried the force of ten thousand tons, wild and supreme between heaven and earth, roaring forward — he could pluck the stars and seize the moon!

The black divine iron pressed forward at the vanguard, ever bearing down upon Kun Zhou, shattering every obstacle in its path. The skeletal remains, meteorites, and debris scattered throughout the outer void all exploded into powder.

The Heaven-Piercing Divine Eye projected all of this with perfect clarity. People watched and understood, cold seeping through their very bones — what magnitude of divine power allowed one to rampage through the heavens like this? A single finger from this being would likely be enough to annihilate everyone present.

Everyone understood now. The Battle Saint King’s fierce assault gave Kun Zhou no chance to catch his breath — he intended to eliminate him first, to destroy this enemy before the other arrival.

What supreme dominance and confidence — to dare act like this, holding only himself above all others. Did he truly believe he could swiftly slaughter a Great Saint?

Boom!

At last, the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s battle blood boiled. Pressing Kun Zhou down as he advanced, one staff strike descended — and a small asteroid was struck and shattered into an explosion!

It was an inconceivably terrifying sight. A star transformed into a sphere of light — radiant beyond measure, like a firework blooming in the sky!

Great Saints could pluck stars and seize the sun, and bellow down the moon — these were no empty words. They truly could do it, and every person there witnessed it with their own eyes.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha gripped the black divine iron, trailing immortal energy, radiating imperial might. One staff strike shattered a star, sending a chill through every single person from head to toe.

Courage supreme beneath heaven — who could rival it?

No one could find words. What could possibly match such power? If this battle had taken place in the Central Region, all living beings would certainly be wiped out.

Yet when the brilliant light faded, people were stunned to discover that Kun Zhou was unharmed — he had not died. Threads of immortal radiance circulated within his body, spreading across his entire frame as he stood firm beyond the domain.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King, the Eight Division Divine Generals, and the Great Saint’s various followers all let out a collective breath they had been holding, hearts lodged in their throats. If Kun Zhou had been struck down just then, the trouble would have been immense.

“Monkey, I told you — your final day has come. Today, you have no power to defy heaven!”

Great Saint Kun Zhou struck. The Supreme Dao Imperial Weapon within his body projected through both his arms, firing two beams of light. The resonant sound of the Great Dao was ear-splitting, rending the battlefield beyond the domain asunder.

Clang!

The immortal ring of sound was deafening — Ancient Imperial Weapons clashing. Great Saint versus Great Saint. This was the Post-Desolate Age — the most earth-shattering battle in nearly ten thousand years!

Great Saint Kun Zhou was equally magnificent. His gray hair flew loose, his gaze terrifying, ten thousand threads of immortal light surrounding him as his physical body and the Ancient Imperial Weapon fused into one, launching a divine battle.

“They say Great Saint Kun Zhou’s brilliance is unmatched in the world — comparable to his clan uncle. Seeing him now proves it true indeed. He has never once known defeat in his entire life!”

“Awe-inspiring across ten thousand ages — this… may very well be the second Dicue!”

People watched in astonishment. Great Saint Kun Zhou had no equal beneath the heavens. Through these years, he had been universally revered by the ten thousand races, bearing the same supreme bearing as his clan uncle.

And this battle — comparable to that ancient contest between Dicue and the Battle Saint Emperor, both at the peak of Great Sainthood, a duel at the absolute pinnacle!

“I am not Dicue. You are not the Battle Saint Emperor. The outcome of this battle will be completely different from the contest for emperorship in the Primordial Age!” Kun Zhou bellowed.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha said not a word. The black immortal iron in his hand erupted with cascading auspicious radiance, collapsing the heavens, growing ever more valiant — sweeping across the great enemy before him.

Boom!

Suddenly, on another side, an equally terrifying sphere of light appeared, pressing toward the old monkey. Enormous meteorites flew in all directions, reduced to ash on the spot.

The third Great Saint had struck — no longer content to watch from the sidelines, attacking the Victorious Fighting Buddha!

Clang!

Clang!

The Victorious Fighting Buddha swung the black divine iron, clashing head-on simultaneously against both Kun Zhou and this Great Saint, then was sent flying horizontally for over a hundred li — coming to a stand in the empty heavens, staff held across his body.

“This is bad — the second figure also possesses a Supreme Dao Imperial Weapon. He truly is a Great Saint as well. We’re in enormous trouble!” The Black Emperor’s expression changed drastically.

“Uncle!” The Saint Emperor’s Son’s eyes nearly split at the corners. He knew this would be a great calamity — how could his uncle possibly hold against this?

“How can this be?” Ye Fan furrowed his brow, scanning across the Primordial Lake, Scarlet Phoenix Mountain, Fire Qilin Cavern, and several other great Imperial Clans. Setting those aside — who else could provide Emperor-level weapons? Perhaps it was one of those clans’ last surviving Great Saints who had made their move.

On the outer battlefield, the Victorious Fighting Buddha fell silent. His divine bones rang with unyielding steel, yet he spoke not a word, gazing toward the two Great Saints positioned in different directions — standing alone, gripping his immortal iron staff.

“Monkey, I know you still have the Demon Subduing Staff of Mount Sumeru, and you can also borrow the Ancient Imperial Armor of Shencan Ridge. But what does that matter? Do you dare to single-handedly sustain two Emperor-level weapons for an extended period of time? Falling is your only fate!” Kun Zhou said ruthlessly.