This is Almost a Dead End!

The onlookers all held their breath, frozen where they stood.

They had thought Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's display was already extravagant enough, but only upon seeing Grand Pure One Laozi today did they understand what it meant to reach the very pinnacle.

To this, Grand Pure One Laozi merely wished to say silently:

Don't look up to me. I'm just passing through.

"Big Brother, this brat is the commander of the Human Race army! He was the one who smashed through the Four Heavenly Gates in one stroke and led the Human Race's iron cavalry straight in—we should capture him first. The rest are nothing to fear!"

The moment Heavenly Lord Yuanshi saw Grand Pure One Laozi appear, the weight in his heart instantly lifted, and delight blossomed across his brow!

If there were a tune fitting for this moment, it would surely be: "Spring breeze brushes the face, and flowers bloom of their own accord; all goes smoothly, without a ripple of trouble"!

"Second Brother, there is no need to say more. I saw through this matter long ago."

Before his figure had even settled, Grand Pure One Laozi had already halted thirty feet from Li Tian. His voice was as still as an ancient well, neither hurried nor slow. "Daoist Qingping, you were originally a rogue cultivator beyond the world. Why have you thrown yourself into stirring the fortune of the Heavenly Court? Do you not know that those who go against the greater tide will ultimately suffer the backlash of Heaven and Earth?"

He raised a hand to halt Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's advance. His words seemed mild, yet concealed an oppressive force.

Li Tian, however, laughed aloud and gave his sleeve a slight shake. "Saint, your words are mistaken. Which cultivator beneath heaven was not born of the