The Destruction of Mount Kunlun
Hun Xiu descended to the ground, landing where Daoist Randeng had fallen. Though Randeng had perished, all the magic treasures on him remained behind.
With a wave of his hand, Hun Xiu collected all the magic treasures Randeng had left behind. Those Chanjiao disciples who had been wiped out appeared to have died, their bodies and souls reduced to ashes.
Yet Hun Xiu could sense that their True Spirits had already flown beyond the Primordial World, into Chaos, and onto the Investiture of the Gods List.
Hun Xiu muttered, "If my guess is correct, Primeval Lord of Heaven and the other Saints should be in the Purple Cloud Palace right now!"
"This is a fine opportunity!"
Hun Xiu flashed away, heading for Jade Void Palace, Primeval Lord of Heaven's sacred ground. Perhaps he could find some good things there.
Since he had thoroughly offended Chanjiao and Primeval Lord of Heaven, he naturally had to loot Jade Void Palace as well. Otherwise... it would feel like he had wronged himself.
"No..."
The Chanjiao disciples rushing toward Mount Kunlun at top speed sensed the tremors shaking Mount Kunlun, as well as Hun Xiu destroying their spiritual perceptions. They understood that all the Chanjiao disciples within Mount Kunlun had perished.
They stood frozen in place, unable to believe it. They simply could not accept that it was real! Yet it was real.
Someone actually had the audacity to destroy the Chanjiao disciples within Mount Kunlun, Primeval Lord of Heaven's sacred ground, while he was away! This was fucking...
Simply courting death! After their brief shock, these Chanjiao disciples, Old Man of the South Pole, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the others all rushed toward Mount Kunlun at an even greater speed.
The senior and junior disciples in