But for a Saint, it means this world will withdraw its recognition.

That is... the "Dao Realm"!

"Boom——!!!!"

The powerful "Dao Realm" where Mu Zhao is the sole sovereign collapses abruptly, disintegrates instantly.

The power that supported Mu Zhao to become the master of this small world instantly dissipates, transforming his towering figure to the height of a regular person, and the overwhelming presence he carried also diminishes in an instant.

The vortex encompassing this world, which almost embodied what it meant for winds and clouds to scatter, dissipates without the cohesion and constraints of the "Dao Realm".

The two "Dao Realms" that were initially combating now finally break the subtle balance that leaned towards Mu Zhao, and instead surged back against him fiercely!

Mu Zhao’s cultivation is rapidly declining.

Within just a breath, it falls from the Daoist Shore to... Profound Profound!

In this world, attaining the Dao can happen in one evening, losing the Dao can naturally occur in one breath!

Rare to gain, hard to lose; easy to gain, easy to lose, the attempt to steal the achievements of heaven finally reaps its own bitter fruit.

Lv Zhexiong’s Dharma form at this moment finally breaks through Mu Zhao’s blockade, taking the final step, crossing the entire sea of bitterness, surpassing what seemed an endless cycle of life and death for regular people.

Though it is called a Dharma form, in reality, it is an Out-of-Body Primordial Spirit, with the form gradually becoming clearer, sketching a visage identical to Lv Zhexiong’s, evidently a female immortal wearing a precious crown and a feather garment, standing against the wind, majestic and divine.

As the Dharma form takes this step, the void beneath Lv Zhexiong suddenly unfolds into a boundless other shore, where countless shadowy figures of past sages stand at the edge, looking up at her, seemingly welcoming her arrival with smiles.

Lv Zhexiong is moved, sweeping over them, indeed sees the shadow of "Martial Saint" Mu Zhao.

This shadow is identical to the "Martial Saint" statue atop Tai Mountain Martial Saint Pavilion—embodying the image of a benevolent, robust elder with a gentle and dignified demeanor.

Yet at this moment, the shadow smiling faintly is fading, being erased from the seat on this other shore by the heavens and earth.

During this erasure, the shadow twisted for a moment, and the expression on its face transformed from the smiling visage of a Saint into a beastly and bloodthirsty face filled with hatred.

This is truly the real expression of the "Martial Saint" right now—

"Impossible... How dare you little brat deceive me! How dare you, how dare you! This can’t be possible?! "

Not far away, Mu Zhao, having realized this, his eyes blood-red, shouts angrily, trembling all over as if a beast stripped of its human disguise.

Mu Zhao feels the dissipating "Dao Realm" around him, going mad, constantly reaching out in attempts to grasp the waning power.

But this power, at the moment his Dao Heart was broken, no longer belongs to him.

At this moment, the more he struggles, the more he defies "domination", contrary to the power he once wielded, making the power vanish even faster.

However, facing everything he gained over two thousand years, Mu Zhao finds it laughably absurd that due to a lie by a little brat, it all flowed away so easily. How could he possibly remain calm?!

Mu Zhao, futilely raising his arms again and again, shouts: "I am the ’Martial Saint’! I am a Saint! How could I ever violate my own ’Dao’?!"

He screams with bloodshot eyes, questioning the heavens:

"But I am a Saint! I merely intended mercy with broad-mindedness, granting this ignorant youth a touch of pity, allowing him to worship under my door. Were he sincere in kowtowing to me, he would naturally get an opportunity to live... That’s all! That’s all!"

"Is this not domination? What wrong do I have! What wrong do I have?!"

"Heaven has no eyes or ears! Even being deceived by a mere youth, destroying my Dao Heart! I am in protest!!!!"

Mu Zhao’s voice rolls like thunder, but within it remains none of the previous domineering presence, only irrefutable hoarse defeat.

A mere blink ago, Lv Zhexiong was at the Profound Profound Realm, while Mu Zhao was at the Daoist Shore Realm. Now, their levels of cultivation have completely swapped.

One ascends, one declines.

Lv Zhexiong becomes a Saint, and Mu Zhao loses the Dao.

...

Tai Mountain, Martial Saint Pavilion.

The chaos when Mu Zhao abruptly departed has yet to fully subside.

For the entire Tai Mountain had already split into halves due to Mu Zhao’s departure in wrath, and at this moment, Martial Saint Pavilion remains half in ruins and half intact, with the members staying cautious. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Everyone now knows Pavilion Master Wen Hongsheng suffered a blood attack due to "Martial Saint’s" other True Disciple, Wen Hongsheng’s biological son—Wen Yao’s sudden death.

Though the incident indeed occurred abruptly, Wen Yao’s Life Token shattered, so there’s no other possibility.

Wen Yao had reached the peak of the Moon Embrace Realm, cultivating Primordial Spirit Emergence divine power, if only there had been someone of the Upper Three Grades nearby at the time of death, using secret techniques to preserve the Primordial Spirit, there still might be a glimmer of life.

Humans perish like extinguished lamps, the Primordial Spirit being that lamp’s flame.

Once out of the body, it would be immediately blown out by strong winds, but if preserved quickly enough, it can leave traces of the spirit, though unable to completely save a life, a portion of consciousness may remain.

But unfortunately, Wen Yao died in the Pinggu Battlefield.

Even a Saint cannot forcibly reopen the closed Pinggu Battlefield.

Wen Yao’s death is indisputable.

Only Wen Hongsheng, recalling sending Wen Yao into the Pinggu Battlefield, just as if sending him into a coffin definite of death, would he have a moment of regret?