Primeval Lord of Heaven's voice was not loud, yet it exploded in the hearts of Old Man of the South Pole, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the other disciples like thunder.
Their hearts trembled, and their bodies shook. Although their teacher had restored Mount Kunlun, Qilin Cliff, and Jade Void Palace with supreme divine power...
Some things could not be restored by so-called supreme divine power, such as Primeval Lord of Heaven's dignity. What did Saints care about most? Undoubtedly, their dignity. Primeval Lord of Heaven was even more so. That was one reason.
The death of Daoist Randeng, Chanjiao's Vice Sect Master, along with the deaths of so many Chanjiao disciples on Mount Kunlun, was what truly left Primeval Lord of Heaven unwilling to accept this! They could imagine how furious their teacher would be next. That fury would probably blaze fiercely!
It would completely swallow them! They did not want to go to Jade Void Palace; they wanted to return to their own sanctuaries. But... they had no choice. They could only brace themselves and head to Jade Void Palace.
Inside Jade Void Palace.
Led by Old Man of the South Pole and the Twelve Golden Immortals, some second-generation Chanjiao disciples stood at the front, followed by the rest of the Chanjiao disciples. At this moment, these Chanjiao disciples, who stood high above all others on the Primordial Continent, had lowered their proud heads. Cold sweat poured from their foreheads and backs.
They might be lofty Chanjiao disciples outside, upon the Primordial Continent, but before Primeval Lord of Heaven in Jade Void Palace, they were nothing.
They were merely ordinary disciples.
Primeval Lord of Heaven sat high upon his cloud bed, his eyes tightly shut and his brows furrowed. The atmosphere in the great hall was oppressive to