As Chu Qing forcibly suppressed the Heavenly Dao tribulation force, the dense mist shrouding the outskirts of the Primordial Sanctuary gradually dispersed. At the peak of the sacred mountain, within the resplendent golden halls, a group of cultivators in silver-white robes with deep, unfathomable auras finally could no longer remain seated. They were the guardians of the Primordial Sanctuary, and the so-called "disciples of the Heavenly Dao" of this world. For ages, the Gravity Lock had isolated them from the outside world, breeding in them a morbid sense of superiority and, over time, twisting their understanding of foreign spiritual energy into "world-ending poison."
The leader of the disciples was named Holy Dharma Venerable. Holding a faintly glowing dharma staff, he descended through the air with dozens of elite followers behind him, arriving directly before the Dao warship formation. Their gazes were ice-cold, devoid of even a trace of a cultivator's compassion—there was only the rigidity of minds brainwashed by rules.
"Outsider, you dare bring that filthy poison into the sacred domain and contaminate this pure world!" Holy Dharma Venerable's eyes blazed as complex law imprints condensed at his fingertips. "Do you know how great a price our generations of forebears paid to protect this pure land? Sources of poison like you, who disrupt the order, must be thoroughly imprisoned!"
Chu Qing stood calmly upon the deck, a trace of pity in his eyes as he watched these cultivators whose hearts had been locked within a cage. He did not rush to counterattack, merely speaking evenly. "The purity you speak of is nothing but incompleteness wrought by the Gravity Lock's confinement. The poison you speak of is the most fundamental vitality of the All Heavens and myriad realms. What you protect is merely a magnificent prison."
"Arrogant! Since you remain so