Sect Master Tongtian looked at Chan Teachings's leaving figure and let out a hearty laugh again, then waved his hand with high spirits.
"Return to Golden Ao Island, three days of great celebration!"
"Follow the teacher's instructions!"
Ten thousand immortals responded, and the sound shook the world.
Interception Sect The crowd gathered around Sect Master Tongtian, like a victorious king returning to the court, riding on all kinds of light-escaping demonic winds, returning to the East Sea happily.
The majestic destiny of Ten Thousand Immortals seems to be more solid and more powerful after this battle. Auspicious Cloud manifested in the sky above Golden Ao Island becomes more and more brilliant. The shadows of Ten Thousand Immortals rise and fall, the sound of the Tao is faint, and the momentum reaches an unprecedented peak.
The results of Chan and Jie Sects Dao Discussion Grand Competition spread to every corner of Primordial World at an astonishing speed, as if they had wings.
"Have you heard? Kunlun Mountain discussed Tao, Chan Teachings was defeated miserably, losing all three games!"
"What? Even Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect can't break Interception Sect's Ten Absolute Arrays made by outer disciples?"
"Interception Sect Myriad Immortals Come to Court, it is indeed worthy of its reputation! Then Zhao Gongming, Three Maidens of Sanxiao, Ten Heavenly Lords, all of them have great magical powers!"
"From now on, the greatest religion of Primordial World is none other than Interception Sect!"
"Saint Tongtian is mighty! Teaching without discrimination shows the mind of a saint!"
Primordial World The low-level creatures, casual cultivators Great Power, and all forces are all talking about it.
After this battle, Interception Sect's momentum has reached the peak of its power. The names of "Myriad Immortals Come to Court" and "Primordial World's No. 1 Sect" are completely confirmed, and no one dares to question it anymore.
Countless creatures who admire Interception Sect's Daoism or don't like Chan Teachings's rules yearn for the East Sea even more and flock towards Golden Ao Island.
As for Chan Teachings, after this defeat, his face was greatly damaged, and the aura of "Orthodox Xuanmen" was also dimmed a lot.
After Primordial Heavenly Venerate returned to Kunlun, he ordered the mountain gate to be closed tightly and refused to visit outsiders. The whole Kunlun Mountain was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.
The disciples felt even more humiliated. They secretly held back their strength and vowed to avenge this humiliation.
Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
Several months have passed since I returned from that disastrous defeat.
Although it was cold in the past, the Kunlun ancestral court had its own fairy-like atmosphere and was surrounded by auspiciousness, but now it is shrouded in a heavy and suffocating depressive atmosphere.
The cranes folded their wings, the deer lowered its head, and even the flowing clouds in the mountains seemed to be frozen.
The palace door is closed tightly, isolating the inside and outside.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate is sitting high on the cloud bed, with a plain face and closed eyes, as if he is wandering in the sky.
But none of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Daoist Randeng, Immortal Official Nanji, etc. standing below dared to gasp loudly. They all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, like clay sculptures. Even the Jade Clarity Immortal Light circulating around them deliberately restrained themselves, for fear that the slightest movement would disturb the seemingly calm saint above, but in fact, he was already raging inside.
Guang Chengzi As the first disciple, his heart was filled with bitterness and fear.
He was once the most proud disciple of his master. He was supposed to make a name for Chan Teachings in this competition, but unexpectedly suffered setbacks one after another. Especially the feeling of powerlessness in Ten Absolute Arrays still makes his heart palpitate when he thinks about it.
He secretly raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the master on the cloud bed, only to see Primordial Heavenly Venerate's right hand resting on his knee. The knuckles were still slightly bluish-white, which was a sign of unyielding anger.
Guang Chengzi felt nervous and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
The same is true for Chi, True Person Yu Ding, etc.
True Person Taiyi's injury has not healed, his face is still pale, he is sitting aside silently adjusting his breathing, his eyes are dim.
True Person Huang Long even wanted to hide himself. He was the first to fall into coma in Soul Falling Array. He felt that he had lost all face and could not even lift his head in front of his brother Martial Brother.
In the entire Jade Void Palace, only the curling sandalwood flowed slowly, adding a bit of deathly silence.
Everyone knows that Master Primordial Heavenly Venerate is the most arrogant. This time, he lost all three games, and the one he lost to was Interception Sect, who has always been regarded as a "deviant" by Master, and even more so in front of all Primordial World Great Power. How could Master swallow this tone so easily?
The calm at this moment is just the calm before the storm, the appearance of the saint's extreme restraint. If anyone makes a mistake at this time and gets into trouble, the consequences will be disastrous.
Just when this embarrassing deathly silence was about to solidify, the Yuanshi Tianzun sitting on the bed of clouds, Laozi wandering in Taixu in the Bajing Palace, the leader of Tongtian who was feasting on the immortals on Jin'ao Island, the guides and Zhunti of the Western Paradise, Qingxuan and Nuwa Nuwa who were discussing the Tao in the creation sky, and Houtu who was comprehending the reincarnation in the netherworld, all suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment!
"All saints, come quickly to the Zixiao Palace to discuss matters."
There are no unnecessary words, no emotional fluctuations, just a simple message.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate There was finally a slight fluctuation on Gujing Wubo's face.
Deep in his eyes, the pent-up anger caused by his defeat at the Interception Sect seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and he seemed to have seen some kind of... opportunity.
He stood up slowly, and the Sage's Might that had been suppressed for a long time no longer restrained himself. It was like a sleeping dragon awakening, filling the entire Jade Void Palace in an instant, causing the disciples standing below to tremble all over and kneel down involuntarily, feeling shocked in their hearts.
"Teacher..."
Daoist Randeng felt the anger and some kind of determination in Sage's Might, and couldn't help but call out in a low voice.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate didn't look at him, his eyes seemed to penetrate the dome of the Jade Void Palace, looking towards the depths of chaos in Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens - Zixiao Palace.
"Tiandao sent a message that the teacher must go to the Zixiao Palace."
Primordial Heavenly Venerate's voice has regained its former majesty, but is a bit colder than usual.
"You all close the mountain gate tightly and chant Yellow Court Scripture quietly. You will not leave the mountain unless ordered."
"Follow the teacher's instructions!"
All the disciples responded quickly.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate said no more, took one step and disappeared into the Jade Void Palace.
The next moment, he appeared on the edge of chaos above Kunlun Mountain, and Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot emerged silently, carrying him over layers of space barriers and heading towards the outer chaos.
Almost at the same time.
Taiqing Realm Eight Sceneries Palace, Lao Tzu frowned slightly, counted with his fingers for a moment, shook his head slightly, and patted the corner of the board Green Ox, Green Ox mooed, stepped through the chaos, and headed in the direction of the Zixiao Palace.
East Sea Golden Ao Island, Biyou Palace is full of people drinking and laughing.
Sect Master Tongtian received the message. He stopped slightly while drinking, raised his sword eyebrows, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
He put down his wine glass and said to the celebrating Wanxian below.
"You continue, I'll go back as a teacher."
His body turned into a sharp sword light, tearing the sky apart and charging into chaos.
The two saints Western Spirit Mountain, Jieyin, and Zhunti looked at each other. The pain on their faces was even stronger, but there was a faint glimmer of light deep in their eyes.
"I wonder what is the reason for Dao Ancestor's summons?"
Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit bloomed with immeasurable light under their feet, holding them and disappearing into Spiritual Mountain.
Nuwa stood up, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and glanced at the Primordial World land, especially the place where Human Race lives.
Qingxuan smiled.
"Master, don't worry, maybe it's a good thing this time."
[Now that all the lichs have retired from Primordial World, it's time for Human Race to come on stage.]
After hearing Qingxuan's voice, Nuwa felt relieved.
The two of them turned into streams of light and headed into the chaos at the same time.
Houtu took one step out of the underworld, and his figure appeared in the chaos.
Although the movements of the saints did not appear in front of ordinary living beings, the aura of saints that filled Primordial World for an instant and then suddenly converged still made some top Great Power feel something in their hearts, and they woke up from their retreats and looked to the sky.