Above Boundary Breaker Pass, the atmosphere was as thick as congealed glue.
Hongjun said nothing. He merely narrowed his cloudy old eyes slightly, his gaze like two cold blades scraping across Yuanshi Tianzun's face, swollen like a pig's head.
No words were needed.
This was an order.
The trembling that rose from the depths of his soul made Yuanshi Tianzun's legs shake uncontrollably.
On one side stood the lofty dignity of a Saint. On the other stood the unquestionable will of the Dao Ancestor, along with Qin Feng beside him, tossing the Chaos Bead in his hand with a wicked grin.
Which would he choose?
Yuanshi Tianzun clenched his back teeth until they cracked, and the taste of rusty blood filled his mouth.
Creak.
It was the sound of kneecaps grinding against each other.
This Chan Sect leader, who styled himself as Pangu's orthodox successor and usually looked down on everyone, finally lowered his noble head.
"Qin... Fellow Daoist Qin."
His voice was dry, like two rough pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
Yuanshi Tianzun stared fixedly at the ground, not daring to look at anyone's expression. Every word seemed to have been forced out through clenched teeth.
"Tong Tian... Junior Brother."
"And... everyone from the Interception Sect."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Two streams of humiliated tears slid down his face, mingling with the blood and grime.
"This matter... was the Chan Sect's fault."
"It was I, Yuanshi... who was narrow-minded and disregarded the bond between fellow disciples."
"I'm sorry."
The moment those last three words left his mouth, Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to have had his spine pulled out. He collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily.
It was the sign of a complete mental collapse.
Once the first one had done it, the rest became much