Once the Dao Lords made their decision, the originally scattered [Paramita] converged again, finally turning into six fragments sufficient to support a Dao Lord's stature.
[Sky-shrouding]'s guess was not wrong.
From the very beginning, the quota for Dao Lords on the [Paramita] had been fixed. There were only six, not leaving the slightest bit of opportunity for latecomers.
The Primordial Saint's laughter covered heaven and earth, incomparably cold and cruel. After all, the fewer powerhouses there were, the fewer variables would naturally be created. In a certain sense, he was actually using the hands of the other Dao Lords to suppress [Variable]. It was just an overt scheme that the Dao Lords had no way to refuse.
"Kill! Kill them all."
"Who among the living beings in the Light Sea doesn't have murderous intent? Furthermore, Heaven kills people, and Earth kills people too!"
The Star Palace. The once shining myriad stars, the Twenty-Eight Star Charts, were all entirely dimmed at this moment. Only a sky full of wreckage was left, silently piling up in the depths of the universe.
And what was most despairing was that the one making a move was none other than the former protector of this super world realm. The current Spiritual Power Dao Lord no longer possessed his former majesty, but he was also no longer subject to any restrictions. The boiling brilliance of spiritual power became the only sun in this pitch-black universe.
Harsh, cold, ruthlessly incinerating all things in creation.
Beneath the billions of rays of brilliance he emitted, there was no difference between Golden Core, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining; they were all ants. He bestowed death upon everyone equally.
However, he did not slaughter indiscriminately.
After all, he still needed the "Dao Lineage" of the Star Palace to maintain himself and prevent getting lost. Therefore, he only eliminated the massive number of Star Lords in the Star Palace.
Besides them, there were some cultivators with the potential to become Perfected Lords.
Because the Primordial Saint was right. The infighting between Ancient Methods during the Golden Age of antiquity, and the Dao struggles between the New Method and Ancient Methods after the rise of the Grotto-Heaven Method...
A considerable portion of those who died in battle did not receive the Netherworld's guidance.
Their true spirits failed to enter the Netherworld. Under the grinding of time, they gradually melted into all things in heaven and earth, becoming spiritual plants, great demons, or even intelligent cultivators.
The criterion for this judgment was a Perfected Lord.
Possessing the potential of a Perfected Lord, able to seek the Golden Core, and having comprehension and Light of Wisdom reaching the standard—cultivators who met these conditions mostly carried the legacy of the true spirits of those who died in battle.
Therefore, these people were also within the Spiritual Power Dao Lord's target range. Anyway, compared to the massive group of cultivators in the Star Palace, the people he killed weren't even one-thousandth. It couldn't be said there was no impact on his "Dao Lineage," but it was minuscule. This also made his actions increasingly crude, even neglecting discrimination.
"Du Xuan!"
At this moment, the Netherworld opened wide. Dao Tianqi's voice sounded like thunder, echoing rumbly: "You commit acts of extinction; how can you face Lord Sisui?"
"Foolish."
The Spiritual Power Dao Lord couldn't even be bothered to respond, continuing to walk through the Star Palace. He had to kill as quickly as possible. If he killed too slowly or too late, the others would come and snatch them from him.
He was even annoyed with hatred. Why did Dao Tianqi specifically seek him out?
What made him frown even more was that after Dao Tianqi realized reasoning didn't work, he stopped talking and instead did everything he could to rescue the cultivators he had targeted.
These cultivators were seen committing suicide one after another in panic. Their souls rapidly fled into the Netherworld, not leaving the slightest bit for him, making his eyes grow increasingly cold.
Similar situations were also occurring throughout the Light Sea.
The Mysterious Wall, the Celestial Court, the Immortal Nexus. The dilapidated Netherworld, on the verge of total collapse, operated without rest. Portals opened in world realm after world realm, continuously taking in souls.
The Immortal Nexus. Four streaks of light fell from the sky.
The World Honored One entered the Pure Land, Sword Lord stepped onto the Sword Pavilion, Cang Hao descended upon the Dao Court, and the Primordial Saint controlled the Saint Sect. The four Dao Lords each had a tacit understanding, joining forces to carve up this cake.
Among them, the Pure Land was the most peaceful. Because from the very beginning, all the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, monks, and novices of the Pure Land were inherently a part of the World Honored One. The World Honored One didn't need to slaughter at all; they would actively offer their seas of consciousness. However, the other three regions were nowhere near as breezy and calm.
"Cultivating my Dao Lineage and obtaining my true teachings means you owe me karma."
Sword Lord's voice was like the sharpest sword cry, clean and swift: "All of you entering Nirvana today to help me reach the apex can be considered your destined karma."
In an instant, the Sword Pavilion was dyed in blood!
Perfected Lord Gangxing Budao, Perfected Lord Gaishuang Lingfeng, Perfected Lord Tengguang Yehui—from highest cultivation to lowest, all were slashed into fine powder by sword cries amidst bitter smiles.
On the Extreme Heaven Cliff, Perfected Lord Chengtian Zhengde had a face full of bitterness:
"It's you."
Only him did Sword Lord give an extra glance: "The pawn targeting Vanquishing-Demon and Nether Whisper back then. Not bad, you haven't died of old age yet, saving me some effort."
After speaking, a sword cry sounded.
The next second, Perfected Lord Chengtian Zhengde disintegrated and exploded. His sea of consciousness rapidly merged into the [Paramita] fragment in Sword Lord's hand, making her increasingly lofty and majestic.
Actually, strictly speaking, the [Heavenly Dao] could also elevate stature. But that required the [Heavenly Dao] to command the Mortal World, and then step by step make the Mortal World stronger, continuously raising the upper limit of the Mortal World. Given time, the height of the Mortal World could naturally reach the Dao Lord level.
However, this required too much time.
Hundreds of thousands of years? Millions of years? The [Paramita] didn't need to be that troublesome; it could elevate stature upon completion. Although there were many hidden dangers, the results were fast.
This was enough.
Therefore, even if she had countless dissatisfactions with the Primordial Saint and the [Paramita], Sword Lord had to follow the crowd at this moment. Otherwise, the Dao Lord ultimately eliminated would be her.
"Bastard!"
Jiangbei, Heaven-Connecting Clouds-Sea. Perfected Lord Iridescent Brocade and Perfected Lord Hanguang Futian didn't hesitate at all, boldly attacking that tiny figure in the sky.
However, the next second, both figures exploded simultaneously.
That tiny figure didn't even make a move to counterattack, merely glancing at them calmly. The two Perfected Lords exploded into nothingness..
Their seas of consciousness extracted, their true spirits ceasing to exist.
This wasn't even the end.
The Primordial Saint's gaze looked down upon all of Jiangbei. In an instant, countless figures surfaced. There were pigs and dogs, cattle and sheep, young children, and even old men.
Following that, these living beings had their past life innate wisdom awakened. Without exception, they were all once Foundation Establishment Perfected Ones at the Great Perfection stage with the hope of seeking the Golden Core, who had ultimately failed and fallen into reincarnation. Among them, an old, weak, sick dog even raised its head, deep surprise surfacing in its eyes.
"Who am I? Am I Chongguang? Why... didn't I fail in seeking the Golden Core?"
Thoughts like this were common among all the living beings screened out by the Primordial Saint. This was their first thought after having their innate wisdom awakened.
And also the last.
The next second, all the living beings turned into bloody mud. Their spirituality was extracted by the Primordial Saint, transforming into a brilliantly shining long river, making the Primordial Saint's figure increasingly tiny and transcendent.
Every Dao Lord was doing the same thing.
Not only killing existing Perfected Lords, but also killing cultivators with high Light of Wisdom and sufficient comprehension. If the living ones died, they would go find the reincarnated ones, not letting a single one off.
However, even so——
"It's still not enough!"
The Primordial Spirit thoughts of the Dao Lords echoed and clashed in the Light Sea: "Beast Taming... he has saved too many people, controlling the Netherworld. His speed is also faster than ours."
"The Netherworld... is a hidden danger."
"Dismantle the Netherworld. Those components are also beneficial for repairing the [Paramita]. And the death spirits of the Netherworld—although only souls remain, they should also be usable."
"And Beast Taming himself... is also a great elixir!"
The several Dao Lords quickly reached an agreement.
Until the Primordial Saint's laughter faintly sounded: "Myriad Treasures, what do you think?"
As his voice fell, the various Dao Lords immediately shifted their gaze, looking towards the World Honored One's direction. The infinitely heavy gazes made the World Honored One only feel a bone-piercing chill.
Destroy the Netherworld?
Slay Beast Taming?
At this moment, the World Honored One lowered his eyelids. The compassionate smile that had always hung on his face since he attained the position of a Dao Lord could finally no longer be maintained today.