Jieyin and Zhunti Admit Their Mistakes

Western Spirit Mountain.

Buddha Light shone everywhere, Sanskrit chants rose in waves, and an auspicious aura enveloped every inch of land.

Just then, a streak of azure light came from the eastern horizon, swift in momentum yet silent and traceless.

That radiance carried not the slightest air of killing or conquest, yet it contained an ultimate sharpness, as if it could easily slice apart the peace of this Buddhist Pure Land.

Deep within Spirit Mountain, beneath the Bodhi Tree.

Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti were seated cross-legged, Buddha Light circulating around them, their precious aspects solemn and dignified.

The two opened their eyes at almost the same time.

On Jieyin's face, which had borne suffering year-round, a trace of unconcealable astonishment appeared.

Daoist Zhunti's figure also froze, and even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand stopped swaying.

"senior brother, this aura..."

"It is Tongtian." Jieyin spoke slowly, pressing that astonishment down.

That aura was fierce and unmatched, sharp beyond compare, carrying a resolve to cut down all things. They knew it far too well.

The Tongtian of the past had held the Four Swords of Zhu Xian in hand, his killing intent surging to the heavens; beneath the Heavenly Dao, he had been the Saint of killing and conquest with the keenest edge.

Yet the aura before them, though equally sharp, was restrained to the utmost, returning to simplicity and truth.

More importantly, there was no longer the slightest shackle of the Heavenly Dao's Saint Position within it. Instead, it was a complete and flawless Hunyuan power that belonged entirely to himself.

Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.

He had actually truly attained the Dao.

Though the two had long anticipated this—after all, Tongtian had severed his Saint Position and entered seclusion in Pangu Hall, and what he plotted