This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 854 - 443: Ultimate Showdown, Twilight of the Gods! [Unity of Two Chapters, 7k]

"I curse you! Curse your 'path', forever filled with endless internal strife and suspicion!"

"One day, you will face the judgment of doom!"

"Just wait, hahaha."

Boom——rumble——rumble——rumble——!!!

The boundless brilliance of Divine Skills completely submerged his figure.

The red cloud, symbolizing "friendliness" and "harmony," at this moment, was utterly torn to shreds!

The Primordial's greatest good person — Red Cloud.

Within the Heavenly Court, he sacrificed himself heroically to guard the Order.

And his final curse, filled with endless venom, transformed into invisible, blood-colored karma, silently imprinting deep within the True Spirits of all those who struck, including the Lord of Myriad Phenomena.

Lingering forever, entangling eternity.

"Cursed fellow!" The Lord of Myriad Phenomena and others' faces turned dark.

They truly didn't expect Red Cloud wasn't pretending to care; he seemed to be a true loyal subject of the Heavenly Court!

Otherwise, why utter such a curse?

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"Dustless Daoist!"

"Glaze Daoist!"

"Primordial Hope Daoist!"

"...Red Cloud Daoist!"

Voice after voice filled with pain and respect echoed from every corner of the Heavenly Court battlefield.

Those surviving, still bleeding sacred beings of the Heavenly Court, personally witnessing Red Cloud and several others sacrificing themselves heroically for Order, that last tragic scene.

Their hearts filled with an unprecedented emotion.

There was sorrow, anger, and above all, a deeply stirred battle spirit burning fiercely!

"Think of our Primordial, since the Creation of Heaven and Earth, enduring countless tribulations!"

In the void, those neutral beings, always hiding, cautiously watching, deeply moved by Red Cloud's death at this moment.

"In the past, the Immortal Court fell; there was the loyal Kunpeng remembering the former lord; today, amidst our Heavenly Court's danger, there's Red Cloud Daoist sacrificing without thought of life."

"How fortunate my Primordial is to have these two gods! How fortunate indeed!"

"Kunpeng and Red Cloud, both are beings of ultimate righteousness! Models for the wise across all ages!"

They unanimously set a tone of profound respect for Red Cloud's "martyrdom."

If there were a concept of "posthumous titles" in today's Primordial True Realm.

They would absolutely bestow upon Red Cloud a noble title of "Loyal and Martial" on the spot.

"Red Cloud..."

Kunpeng murmured softly, gazing towards the direction where Red Cloud finally dissipated.

Once, they had both sat in the Purple Cloud Palace listening to the Great Dao.

They belonged to the same Great Dao discussion group.

Later, they served as ministers together.

Kunpeng and Red Cloud were famously called "workaholics" in the Government Hall.

One pursued his ideals, constantly improving Demon Sect tomes, developing the Literature Dao.

One was naturally a good-natured person, always handling endless "help requests" from All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

Although their relationship wasn't that of close friends.

In those endless nights of "working overtime" together, their interactions were rather pleasant.

Now, the person is gone.

To say Kunpeng felt no sadness would be false.

"The energies of All Heavens are vast; my Dao flourishes daily."

Kunpeng softly repeated Red Cloud's last words.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

When he reopened them, all the grief and memories had vanished.

Replaced by an unprecedented clarity and resolve!

He regained his composure.

"Tian Wu!"

In the distant Feng Shui formation, a figure climbed out awkwardly, its aura feeble.

It was Ancestor Witch Tian Wu, almost buried alive by Kunpeng using the "Feng Shui Killing Formation."

Yet, before he could catch his breath.

An even colder, even more terrifying murderous intent than that "Feng Shui Killing Formation" had locked onto him!

Tian Wu suddenly raised his head, looking towards the distance.

Only to see Demon Master Kunpeng quietly suspending in the void.

"Tian Wu, return my Daoist friend's life!"

Kunpeng redirected all hatred towards Tian Wu, launching a storm of attacks.

"Hey, hey, hey! I wasn't the one who killed him!"

"Why are you unreasonable?! It was the Lord of Myriad Phenomena who killed him! What does it have to do with me?!"

Tian Wu, struck by this sudden "black pot," was both shocked and furious.

He was speechless but had no time to think, forced to muster all his spirit to face Kunpeng's frenzied attacks.

Now he appeared entirely without his former composure or demeanor, utterly embarrassed.

No choice, he had just barely broken Kunpeng's Feng Shui formation, clawing out of that "grave."

Now is when he is weakest, how can he care about demeanor?

"Tian Wu!"

As Tian Wu desperately defended against Kunpeng's reckless assaults.

Kunpeng's voice coldly rang out again.

"Apart from the Feng Shui Dao, I also master another Great Dao."

"Do you want to witness its power firsthand?"

"What?!" Tian Wu felt his heart warning.

He seemed to realize Kunpeng's method.

"Literary Dao River!"

Kunpeng cried out, his figure soared skyward, standing above Nine Heavens!

He ceased any physical attacks and instead revealed his Dao Fruit as "Demon Master," as "Literary Ancestor," entirely at this moment!

Countless brilliant radiances exploded upon the black universe backdrop!

Innumerable words emerged, as large as buckets, stacked like walls.

These words appeared in the void, ethereal and colorful, splendid and magnificent, whose light rose mightily, shooting towards the sky!