Ox-Horse Daoist's Foundation! Lord of Virtue and Dao, Qingxu's Deity Position!

Heavenly Prison.

Sword cries rang out as Dao rhythm surged.

Tongtian sat cross-legged upon cold jade. The Fallen Saint Sword in his arms let out a resounding clang, and an inscrutable light flickered in his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he felt sorrow or joy.

Every scene atop the God Conferment Platform lay within the reach of his Divine Sense. He saw the reactions of Our Lady of Wudang, Zhao Gongming, and Bi Xiao with exceptional clarity.

Precisely because of this, he felt lost and confused.

These disciples had once respected their masters and revered the Dao, serving as the pillars of the Sect of Interception. Yet now, Ling Xiao and the Heavenly Court valued them highly. In the blink of an eye, they had become Deities who carried out the Heavenly Court's duties and wielded boundless authority.

Billions of living beings prostrated themselves before them, while countless common folk offered them incense and worship.

Tongtian seemed to see these disciples all submitting to the arrangements of fate, completely severing their ties with the Sect of Interception and forgetting their own foundations and origins.

By then, he, their master, would also vanish from this world.

Unless he could escape Ling Xiao's game and once again attain cultivation comparable to that of a Heavenly Dao Saint. But only after experiencing the power of his former peak did he understand how insignificant he now was.

Even these disciples of his could rely on their cultivation to cast him into a place of eternal damnation. Let alone the fact that his opponents had never been Ling Xiao alone, but the countless great beings of the Primordial Three Realms, and even Dao Ancestor Hongjun within Zixiao Palace Outside the Chaos.

For a moment, even Tongtian's Dao heart became unsteady. His mind filled