"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, it's you..."
Saint Shi Qiao found Li Qingyun's appearance equally unbelievable, yet the hostility around him dissipated quickly.
To this day, the Stone Spirit Clan remained neutral in the Outer Void. To put it bluntly, the West would not take them in, and they were destined to be laid upon the altar.
Especially since Shi Qiao felt that he and Li Qingyun had once shared a sliver of friendship.
Thus, he merely marveled at Li Qingyun's terrifying cultivation of Great Perfection of Creation, without any intention of attacking or fleeing.
"Old Shi!"
Li Qingyun gave a long, unhurried chant. His Dao voice filled the void, releasing some of the gloom that had weighed upon his heart. He nodded courteously at Saint Shi Qiao.
Back when he had attained the Dao of Vast Heaven, the River Mother Saint had obstructed his path, yet this Stone Saint had shown him a measure of goodwill.
When he looked at Tu Sun again, however, a faint frost glimmered in his starry eyes. He rebuked coldly, "Stabilizing Light Immortal, since you have encountered me here today, a debt of old karma is fated to be settled!"
"I, in the name of the Three Pure Heavenly Venerates, strip you of your saintly seat, destroy your divine soul, and give the Three Pure Ones and the Human Race an answer!"
"I hold a Buddha seat in the Western Heaven. Who dares decide whether I live or die?" Hearing Li Qingyun's cold verdict brimming with killing intent, Denguāng Joyful Buddha was instantly overwhelmed by surging terror. With a roar, he abruptly retreated into the void behind him.
The void immediately filled with densely packed square ancient characters, like an ancient star map of rune-ciphers blanketing heaven and earth.
All those characters repeated only eight words: