Tongtian Learns to Bow His Head

Lingxiao Palace was steeped in a strange atmosphere.

Great beings, immortal officials, and Deities from all sides looked toward Tongtian in the center of the great hall. Their expressions varied—some gloated, while others sighed with sentiment.

Jieyin and Zhunti wore expressions of compassion for all living things.

"Tongtian was once a fellow disciple of us brothers. He strayed onto the wrong path and fell so low. Our Dao Hearts are about to shatter. It hurts—hurts so much!"

Possessed by the spirit of a drama actor, Zhunti beat his chest and stamped his feet as he spoke.

Golden Buddhist merit light flickered around him. He looked like a savior, and the immense compassion he displayed left everyone shocked and astonished.

Zhunti was truly vicious, killing the man and stabbing his heart too. What a dog!

"Those who follow different paths cannot make plans together!"

"This was the path Tongtian chose for himself. Even if he had to perish body and soul and be crushed to pieces, he had to walk it to the end. Junior Brother Zhunti, you are simply too kind. There is no need to pity those steeped in sin."

Primal Lord of Heaven looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart as he spoke calmly.

Tongtian was his blood brother, yet he felt neither guilt nor pity. All he wanted was victory—to watch the master of the Sect of Interception sink into the mud.

Grand Pure Laozi shook his head and let out a breath of stale air.

Tongtian had only the cultivation of an early-stage Quasi-Sage left. In the current Primordial World, he was already beneath notice. Even his former disciples were stronger than him.

Although Tongtian cultivated the Great Dao of the sword, attaining Golden Immortal of Grand Dao in a short time