Inside the Great Thunderclap Temple, Fake Jieyin's face was deathly pale. He could feel that the grand formation had reached the brink of collapse.
Every time the Six-Eared Macaque's Wish-Fulfilling Iron Rod fell, the entire Spirit Mountain trembled.
"We can't hold on any longer!" Fake Zhunti shouted. "Heavenly Dao! Heavenly Dao, lend us a hand!"
Before his words had faded, a fissure suddenly split open across the sky of the Earth Immortal Realm.
An immense, suffocating aura poured out from the fissure.
Then, two figures descended from it.
The man in front wore a dark black Daoist robe, his features blurred beyond recognition.
A vortex of Law Power swirled around him. His aura had reached the peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Heavenly Dao Saint realm.
He was Jidu, the Heavenly Dao's Dao Integrator.
However, the one who had descended was not Jidu's true body, but an incarnation. Even so, the incarnation's aura still eclipsed everyone present.
Behind Jidu followed a figure in a purple Daoist robe—one of Old Thief Hongjun's Three Corpses.
"The Heavenly Dao decrees that the Western Heaven must not fall."
The incarnation of Jidu spoke in a cold, majestic voice, as though the laws themselves were speaking.
"Six-Eared Macaque, though you are direct disciples of the Sanqing, this is the domain of the Heavenly Dao. How dare you run wild here?"
The Six-Eared Macaque's Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils narrowed. He sensed an enormous threat from Jidu's incarnation.
An incarnation at the peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Heavenly Dao Saint realm—even if it was merely an incarnation—was far beyond anyone present in strength.
"Jidu?" The Six-Eared Macaque snorted coldly.
"The Heavenly Dao finally saw fit to send you? You're only an incarnation, yet you dare spout such arrogance before This Seat?"
Jidu's incarnation