Meng Fan stepped into the Primordial Chaos Realm, and his power was even greater than before. He could see through the four Primordial Chaos Saints in front of him at a glance.

"Three sages and one Hunyuan, it seems that this old man who is trying to break through the formation is quite hostile towards me."

With a light tap of his finger, Meng Fan caused a water mirror to rise, displaying the scene of Xuan Zhi breaking through the formation.

With a flick of his finger, Meng Fan quickly rewound the screen, and soon it returned to the scene when the four of them first arrived.

The ways of the sages are unfathomable, just as the way of Heaven is!

Meng Fan merely used dozens of laws to reenact what had already happened.

However, even at the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm, it is impossible to deduce the past of a sage; Meng Fan is merely an exception.

"The power of a sage lies in his ability to harness the power of heaven and earth and follow the way of nature in order to achieve the unity of heaven and man."

"Now it seems that even a saint is nothing special!" Meng Fan muttered to himself.

Meng Fan achieved the status of a Primordial Golden Immortal, the highest realm in Taoism, where one lives as long as heaven and earth and shines as brightly as the sun and moon. His Taoist cultivation is profound, enabling him to control the changes of Yin and Yang, understand the principles of all things, and reach the supreme realm.

Moreover, with his profound foundation and extraordinary combat power, he is no match for ordinary hundred or eighty Hunyuan cultivators, let alone saints!

If the Great Luo Golden Immortal is the highest realm of immortals, then the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal is the highest realm of saints.

Above that is the Heavenly Dao Realm. Even with this method, very few people throughout history have reached the Heavenly Dao Realm!

The Heavenly Dao here refers to the first tier of Heavenly Daos below the Great Dao, such as the Heavenly Dao of the Boundless World, and the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World that Meng Fan is familiar with.

The Chaos Sea is boundless; even with the power of Hunyuan, it is impossible to explore its boundaries.

Therefore, although there are countless powerful figures in the Chaos Sea, they only communicate or fight within specific areas. For example, even saints like Youxi Xuanzhi are only known in a few Chaos Sea regions.

The two chaotic seas are too far apart. Even at the speed of a saint, it would take a long time to cross the seas and reach the other place.

Besides, most of them are too busy with their own world to pay attention to other sea areas.

Without further ado, Meng Fan quietly watched Xuan Zhi try to break through the formation. To be honest, Meng Fan had an urge to laugh.

"Although magical treasures are useful, we should not rely on them too much."

Watching Xuanzhi rely on the copper coins in his hand to break through the formation, running around aimlessly like a headless fly, I couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Before long, Meng Fan lost interest in him and turned his attention to the three people fighting outside. Compared to Xuanzhi's breakthrough, these three were more interesting to watch.

With that thought, Meng Fan's figure vanished into thin air.

At this moment, Cunji was covered in blood. His holy blood spilled out and turned into drops of golden liquid that floated in the chaos. If an immortal could obtain even a drop of this, he would benefit from it immeasurably.

However, those present were all powerful beings at the Saint Realm, and they had no interest whatsoever in the blood of the Primordial Being.

The three fought for a thousand years. Although the Holy Power of the Primordial One was inexhaustible, he still felt a soreness when he output his magic, which made his movements pause.

This is also why he was being suppressed. Often, when he was not paying attention, Youxi's demonic blade would strike him like a leech. Therefore, he needed to maintain a high level of concentration at all times, which required too much mental effort.

If you fight someone of equal skill, even if you fight for tens of thousands of years, you will not feel tired.

Youxi and Xiurong saw this point, which is why they managed to hold out against Cunji for a thousand years!

Cunji was suffering in silence. He had persisted for a thousand years, but Xuanzhi had not come out. He did not know what changes had occurred, but he always held a belief in his heart that if he persisted for a little longer, Xuanzhi would come out to rescue him.

The idea was good, but it was ultimately just imagination. If Meng Fan wanted to, Xuan Zhi would never have come out.

"Youxi, Xiurong, I admit defeat, okay? What do you want from me to let me go?"

It was rare to see someone from the Boundless World admit defeat, so Youxi and the other person laughed and said, "Why don't you give us your two spiritual treasures, and swear that you will no longer scheme against that fellow Daoist in seclusion? Then you can leave."

Cunji shuddered and said angrily, "Youxi, let's be realistic. I can stop scheming against that fellow Daoist, but the two spiritual treasures in my hands are my natal magic weapons. How can I give them away?"

"Your natal magic weapon? Is it more important than your life?" Xiu Rong shouted from afar.

Cunji angrily questioned, "Sages are immortal and indestructible, their primordial spirits are entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Even if you kill me, I can be reborn through the Heavenly Dao. What is the point of what you are doing?"

Xiu Rong retorted, "Meaning? Do you think I, a saint, am fake? To entrust oneself to the Heavenly Dao? To be reborn? What you said is true, but every time you are reborn, you will lose a layer of cultivation, and hundreds of billions of years of hard work will be wasted. I'm afraid that's not the price you want to see."

In fact, there was one more thing that Xiu Rong didn't mention: although saints are immortal, each time they are reborn, in addition to losing their cultivation level, they also lose a layer of their true self.

Although the effects may not be immediately apparent, repeated occurrences will not only impact cultivation speed but could even turn one into a mindless puppet!

They are all saints, that much is clear, there's no need to openly oppose the will of Heaven.

Cunji was clearly also very wary of this matter, and said in a gentle voice, "Gentlemen, can't we really discuss this further?"

With a cold expression, Youxi snapped, "What do you say?"

After saying that, he slashed down with his sword. The demonic energy surged and instantly penetrated the defense of the Seven-Colored Glazed Pagoda, hitting Cunji. He had obviously used all his strength!

"ah!"

Holy blood was continuously flowing from Cunji's arm, and his sword-wielding hand was trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he was nearing the end.

Suddenly, Cunji's gaze turned fierce, and he shouted, "Even if I self-destruct, I won't let you off easy!"

After saying that, he threw the Spirit Nether Sword in his hand and stabbed it directly at the Ghost Breath that was slashing down with a knife.

Seeing this, Youxi wanted to cleave the Lingming Sword in two with a single strike, but before he could change his move, the Lingming Sword let out a mournful cry, and a surge of powerful sword energy burst forth from its blade in the blink of an eye!

"Oh no! That old monster Cunji actually self-destructed a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!"

Youxi and Xiurong retreated instantly. Before leaving, Xiurong gathered Chifeng and gave Cunji a blow, pushing him close to the point where the Lingming Sword exploded!

Cunji was covered in wounds. He had no time to dodge Xiu Rong's sneak attack and could only watch helplessly as the Lingming Sword drew closer and closer, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes!

Even if he is a Saint of the Eighth Heaven Realm, the self-destruction of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure will not be easy for him. He will be badly injured even if he doesn't die this time!

Just when he was in despair, his body suddenly stopped, and in his eyes, a young man in a green robe appeared next to the Spirit Nether Sword.

The young man seemed unconcerned about the Spirit Nether Sword, which was already surging with energy. He grabbed it in his hand and muttered, "It's a good sword. It's a pity to scrap it."

He held the sword in his right hand and raised his left hand to point at the blade.

The terrifying sword energy was as if it had been grasped by a giant hand, instantly bound by immense pressure, and obediently retreated back to the sword!