The overall situation had long been settled!

At this moment, this poor monk asks only one thing of you—seek justice from the Heavenly Dao on behalf of my junior brother!

No matter the price, this poor monk will gladly pay it!"

Jieyin understood perfectly well:

With his strength alone, trying to seek justice from Hongjun was no different from ants trying to shake a tree.

The disparity in their strength was as vast as the clouds and mud.

More fatally, his Primordial Spirit had long since been entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Hongjun needed only to lightly wield his authority to hold his life and death in the palm of his hand.

The only path to survival now lay with the Earthly Dao camp.

How ironic—

The force he had once hated most and feared most had now become the only power in the Primordial World that might uphold justice for him and his Junior Brother.

As this thought arose, his view of the upheaval in the Primordial World quietly began to change.

So this turmoil was not entirely a calamity after all.

But he had never forgotten:

Li Tian was the one who had personally slain his Junior Brother.

Once this matter had settled, he would still fight the other man to determine who stood above the other.

Li Tian did not take such a trivial matter to heart at all, much less bother to hold it against him.

With his current cultivation realm, even if the other party were a peak existence close to sainthood and had obtained an immense fortuitous opportunity, he could cultivate bitterly for several hundred thousand more years and still be no match for him.

For Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin, each level was a separate heaven!

At present, Jieyin Saint was at most stuck at the fourth level of