At this moment, the atmosphere in the West Kunlun was so heavy Water Come.
Above the Yaochi, the legendary Kunlun Mirror, which can see the Three Realms and Six Paths and see the past and future, is now suspended in mid-air. Its surface ripples like water, reflecting a scene that would terrify all living beings in the Primordial World.
Outside Boundary Breaker Pass, yellow sand swirls everywhere.
There was no charging of thousands of troops, nor deafening war drums.
There was only an oppressive, deathly silence.
In the very center of the scene stood a somewhat desolate Green-robed Figure.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu.
This once spirited and even somewhat arrogant saint of the Interception Sect now had disheveled hair, his robes covered in dust and cracks, and the Qingping Sword in his hand emitted mournful cries, as if telling of its master's dead end.
He was alone, with only one sword.
It's like a deserted island, facing the surging, towering waves all by itself.
And opposite him.
Four towering figures, each radiating brilliance, stood side by side.
Taiqing Laozi, with the Taiji Diagram above his head, the Yin and Yang energies flowing, completely sealing off all life within a radius of ten thousand miles. His usually Pure and Actionless old face now wore a chilling indifference.
Yuanshi Tianzun, holding the Pangu Banner, unleashed Chaos Sword Qi that tore apart the already strained protective sword intent surrounding Tongtian with each strike.
Further to the side.
The Jieyin Daoren, his face contorted in agony, stood on Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, chanting incantations. Each syllable transformed into golden Sanskrit characters, like venomous snakes, relentlessly eroding the foundation of the Myriad Immortals Formation.
Zhunti Daoren hand, was beaming with pride, brandishing the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, his eyes gleaming with undisguised greed and glee, as if in his eyes they were not the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect, but a pile of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
The Four Saints Gathered.
This was an unprecedented feat since the World Creation, and also the most shameless chapter in the history of the Primordial World.
To deal with Tongtian and to scheme against the Interception Sect, these four saints, who stood at the pinnacle of all beings, actually abandoned all shame and chose to gang up on each other.
" Tongtian!"
The voice of the Yuanshi Tianzun resounded through the Kunlun Mirror, carrying a sense of supreme judgment.
"You have acted perversely, aiding and abetting evil, not only showing no remorse but also setting up this vicious Myriad Immortals Formation in a vain attempt to defy the Heavenly Mandate!"
"Today, the four of us have come in accordance with the will of Heaven and the people to break your evil formation. If you surrender now and come with me to the Purple Heavens Palace to apologize to our teacher, you might still be able to save some face!"
"Face?"
In the scene, the Tongtian Jiaozhu smiled.
His laughter was desolate, yet it carried a kind of unyielding madness.
"What a fine example of conforming to the will of Heaven and the people! What a fine example of saving face!"
"Second Senior Brother, you've colluded with outsiders to humiliate your own brothers. Is this your way of 'obeying the heavens'?"
"Senior Brother, as the head of the Three Pure Ones, you sit idly by while the Chan Sect slaughters my Interception Sect, and even personally intervene to take sides. Is this your so-called inaction?"
His Qingping Sword trembled violently, its tip pointing directly at the Four Saints opposite him. His voice was hoarse, yet as loud as thunder:
"If you want war, then let's fight! Today, even if I, Tongtian, lose my Saint Position, I will still tear a piece of flesh from your bodies!"
" Jie Sect Disciple, heed my command!"
"Fight to the death!"
Those last two words were shouted out with all his might.
boom!
Behind Tongtian, within the already crumbling Myriad Immortals Formation, countless Jie Sect Disciple roared with bloodshot eyes.
Despite being covered in blood, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother remained steadfastly guarding the center of the formation; the Holy Mother Guiling revealed her true form, using her carapace to Zhunti's attack; and the unnamed outer disciples, like moths to a flame, burned their Primordial Spirit, all to buy their master a sliver of life.
This is no formation.
This is clearly a grinding millstone of flesh and blood, filled with lives.
"Master..."
West Kunlun, by the Yaochi.
Yun Xiao looked at the tragic scene in the mirror, at her master who was always protective of his own and reluctant to punish them even when they made mistakes, now being humiliated by four powerful figures of the same level. She completely broke down.
Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, drawing blood, but she was unaware of it.
That's terrible.
That's really tragic.
If Qin Feng hadn't brought the sisters to West Kunlun, they, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, would probably have been the ones whose Primordial Spirit burned and turned to ashes in that formation.
But it is precisely because one is alive that the feeling of helplessness in watching loved ones die is all the more unbearable.
"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"
Bixiao trembled with rage, tears streaming down her face like broken beads. She brandished the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in her hand and then withdrew them, wishing she could rush into the mirror right now and poke a few holes in Zhunti's old face.
"Is this what a sage is? Is this the so-called Orthodox Xuanmen?"
"Four against one, why don't they just die!"
Qiong Xiao's face was also deathly pale. She bit her lip tightly and looked at Qin Feng with pleading eyes.
It's not just them.
Even Long Ji, Chang'e, and the others standing to the side were filled with righteous indignation, feeling a sense of desolation and shared sorrow.
Below the sage, all are but ants.
Today it's the Interception Sect, could it be them tomorrow?
In the face of these predators who stand at the top of the rules, so-called axioms and morality are simply a joke.
Amidst this chorus of desperate cries.
"Smack."
A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang out.
Qin Feng stood up from the recliner.
His face showed no grief, no fear, not even the slightest extra emotion.
He simply straightened his slightly wrinkled sleeves, then walked to the huge Kunlun Mirror, reached out, and gently tapped the surface of the mirror.
Knock knock.
It's like greeting someone inside through a screen.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"Four old geezers, whose combined age is several million, are bullying an honest man."
"This scene is really dirty."
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three Xiaos who were already sobbing uncontrollably, a signature, slightly roguish smile curving his lips.
Why are you crying?
"They're not all dead yet, and they're already wailing?"
Yun Xiao looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice choked with emotion:
"Brother Qin... those are the Four Saints... we... we..."
"I know it's the Four Saints."
Qin Feng interrupted her, bent down, and gently but firmly wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingers.
"They are just four sages, not four Heavenly Daos."
"Besides."
He straightened up, his gaze fixed on the east, his eyes sharper than ever before, like a peerless weapon drawn from its sheath, instantly piercing through the gloomy sky.
"Who said that only they can call in reinforcements for a fight, and we can't go and cause trouble?"
"The principles of this Primordial World are not proven by words, but by fists."
"Since they have no shame, then I will help them to be dignified."
After saying that.
He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a vast surge of Chaos Qi soared into the sky, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long black dragon that roared deafeningly above the Western West Kunlun Mountains.
"Issue my decree!"
" Goddess Immortal Alliance, all members assemble!"
"Target: Boundary Breaker Pass!"
"Since this is the Myriad Immortals Formation, let these frogs in a well see what true... the Myriad Immortals Paying Homage!"