Longevity by Grinding Skills

However, Wukong's furious strike did not just unleash all the Magical Power from his Dao Foundation. It was also infused with the violent Gang Evil Qi of over a dozen Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends, which he had just swallowed whole but had yet to fully refine.

Geng Metal Sharp Fiend tore through the sky, Profound Nether Cold Fiend froze the very Spiritual Mechanism, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire roared and exploded...

This terrifying Evil Qi, composed of disparate and conflicting natures, was forcibly fused at the tip of the staff, mutually amplifying and frantically collapsing upon itself.

The guardian Dao Patterns collided head-on with this destructive force, an energy chaotic and violent to the extreme.

There was no world-shaking boom, only a heart-stopping CRACKLE, a sound as if the very foundations of the universe were being ripped apart.

The nine-colored radiance shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, erupting into a celestial shower of light that dimmed and vanished before it even touched the ground.

The Guardian Array, personally established by True Monarch Pu Du, failed to hold for even a single breath before being forcefully obliterated by the chaotic torrent, which was suffused with the Origin of numerous Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends.

The smug look that had just formed on the faces of Qingfeng and Ming Yue, who were watching from the side, froze solid.

'Impossible! How could a mere Foundation Establishment Daoist Master possibly even shake a ward set by the True Monarch?!'

The two were utterly horrified, having never imagined the Immortal Peach Tree could be shattered by a single blow from Wukong's staff.

But in reality, the staff met no further resistance and smashed squarely into the ancient tree's main trunk.

THWUMP!

A dull thud erupted, as if something had struck Ten Thousand Years Divine Iron.

There were no splintering wood chips, no crisp crack of breaking branches.

Before Wuneng and Wujing's horrified gazes, the radiant Treasure Tree—a vessel for the Origin of countless Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends—began to crack. Starting from the point of impact, countless fine, inky-black fissures spread out like a spiderweb.

In an instant, the fissures consumed the entire peach tree.

Its trunk, branches, roots, and even the few remaining core Immortal Peaches swaying on its boughs were all swallowed by the encroaching fissures.

Then, an indescribable scene unfolded before them.

As if crushed by an invisible, giant hand, the entire Treasure Tree violently imploded.

Its once lush branches withered before their very eyes, and its jade-green leaves instantly turned to black ash. Countless streams of incomparably pure Gang Evil Origin Qi...

Fire Evil Qi, Thunder Evil Qi, Metal Evil Qi, Water Evil Qi, Wind Evil Qi...

...gushed madly from the fissures, like air from a punctured balloon.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the Central Courtyard.

Violent streams of energy tore through the air, creating a raging storm of Evil Qi.

Crimson Fire Evil Qi clashed with azure Cold Evil Qi, exploding into vast clouds of Ice Crystals and steam.

Cyan Wind Evil Qi shrieked, tearing at the very air.

Purple Thunder Evil Qi twisted into serpents of lightning, darting about and blasting charred holes into the ground.

The Geng Metal Evil Qi acted like a billion invisible blades, silently shaving the surrounding rockeries and stone pillars flat!

That celestial treasure, that Immortal Spirit Root, was now like a power core that had been squeezed dry. In just a few breaths, it lost all its Vitality and radiance. It became nothing more than an ugly, twisted stalk of charcoal, riddled with cracks and standing forlornly in the eye of the storm. It looked as if it had been frozen solid by Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, only to be repeatedly ravaged by Thunder Fire.

The acrid smell of charring mixed with the faint, sweet fragrance of dissipating pure energy, creating a nauseating stench of death that filled the air.

Less than a tenth of the vast Gang Evil Origin remained. Instead, a maelstrom of chaotic Gang Evil Qi now flooded the once-serene temple courtyard.

Wujing and Wuneng's legs gave out, their faces turning deathly pale.

"It's over... we're so screwed. I'm going to be turned into roasted pork."

Wuneng stared in despair at the charred remains of the Treasure Tree.

This was a catastrophe of epic proportions. Even being ground to dust wouldn't be enough to atone for it.

The True Monarch's methods were unfathomable. To him, they were nothing but ants. They feared that not even escaping into the Sea of Suffering Reincarnation would save them.

Wujing's lips trembled as he muttered, "Maybe we should just kill ourselves. That way, our True Spirits might have a chance to escape. We could enter the Netherworld, pass through the Sea of Suffering Reincarnation, and be reborn."

Wuneng instinctively replied, "You've got a point. We might even be reborn as humans and escape this life as Demon Fiends."

"The... the Treasure Tree..."

Qingfeng and Ming Yue's eyes went wide, the whites instantly filling with blood. All color drained from their faces, leaving only boundless despair and overwhelming rage.

The Sect's ultimate treasure, which they had guarded with their lives for hundreds of years, had just been obliterated before their very eyes.

"AHH! You wretched beast! I'll kill you!"

Qingfeng's eyes looked as if they would tear from their sockets. He let out a piercing shriek, and as his Magical Power surged, the pin in his hair flew out, leaving it to fall in disarray.

He formed a hand seal, and a shimmering green Flying Sword shot forth. Filled with desperate killing intent, it flew straight toward Wukong, who stood motionless before the charred tree.

Overcome with grief and indignation, Ming Yue didn't even bother casting a Body-Protecting Spell. Fueled by pure hatred, he condensed a Palm Thunder between his hands and recklessly thrust it at Wukong's back.

They pushed their Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Magical Power to the absolute limit. At that moment, Qingfeng and Ming Yue's Dao Foundations manifested, creating an Anomaly that took the form of a clear breeze accompanying a bright moon.

However, amidst the raging storm of wild Evil Qi, this display seemed utterly pale and feeble.

"Hmph. Mere Early-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators dare attack me?"

The rage in Wukong's heart had not yet faded. As he watched the two Daoist Children charge him like madmen, a vicious and impatient glint flashed in his eyes.

The muscles on his right arm bulged, and every strand of his fur stood up like a steel needle. He executed a casual, sweeping blow with his staff.

WHOOSH!

The wind from the staff cracked like a whip, tearing through the air with a deafening boom.

The staff moved faster than the eye could see. THUMP! THUMP! Two dull thuds rang out.

Qingfeng's speeding Flying Sword was struck squarely by the staff. It let out a mournful cry as it was sent spinning into the darkness, its fate unknown.

As for Qingfeng himself, the aftershock of the blow struck him squarely in the chest. As if hit by a sledgehammer, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His small body flew backward like a broken doll, slammed hard against the courtyard wall, and slid limply to the ground, unconscious.

Ming Yue fared even worse. His desperate Palm Thunder had yet to even touch the hem of Wukong's robes when the sweeping staff connected with his shoulder.

CRACK.

The sickening sound of bone breaking echoed clearly.

Ming Yue didn't even have time to scream. His body spun unnaturally in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground. He too was unconscious, with blood gurgling from his mouth and staining his Daoist robes crimson.

Just two blows.

The two Daoist Children of True Monarch Pu Du now lay on the ground, their conditions unknown, forming a tragic tableau with the charred Immortal Peach Tree.

THUMP.

THUMP.

Wuneng and Wujing could no longer hold themselves up. Their legs buckled, and they collapsed onto the ground thick with Evil Qi. Faces ashen and lips trembling, they could only mutter the same words repeatedly.

"It's over... It's over... We're completely finished now!"

All the fat on Zhu Wuneng's body trembled. A single thought consumed his mind.

'Skinned alive, tendons ripped out, Divine Soul burned in hellfire...'

'It's over!'

Sha Wujing, meanwhile, had a grim expression, his eyes filled with deep-seated terror and regret. The veins bulged on the hand gripping his Crescent Shovel, yet he couldn't muster an ounce of strength to fight back.

"Amitabha Buddha... What a sin! What a terrible sin!!"

A Buddha's Name, filled with shock, fury, despair, and a hint of total collapse, rang out from the gateway.

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