Zhunti shook his head and sighed softly. His robe sleeves billowed, and a blue-white mist surged forth, spreading in all directions like a tide. Every star it touched was sent flying back.
Then he opened his mouth and spat out a Milky White Sarira, which hovered in midair. Its radiance was gentle yet carried a biting chill. It trembled lightly—
Crash! Countless stars shattered all at once, turning to dust and silently vanishing.
He lifted his eyes toward the array core and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, this array can trap me, but it cannot harm me in the slightest. Besides, you and I have no deep enmity. Why fight to mutual destruction over a few juniors?"
"Enough nonsense!" Bai Xuan shouted like thunder. "Today, unless you hand over the four Dipamkara Daoists, this matter is not over! Since you can't break the array, then sit there obediently—
"Wait until I personally kill those four traitors, then I'll let you out!"
The Sect Master's expression suddenly turned cold, and all courtesy vanished from his tone. He rebuked sharply, "Bai Xuan! I respect your master, but don't push your luck!"
Bai Xuan threw his head back and laughed scornfully. "In the Primordial World, only strength matters. Empty formalities mean nothing. It is precisely because your master is strong enough that you all bow your heads and submit. If he were as weak as an ant, Zhunti, you would have tied him up and dragged him back to the West long ago, stripped his tendons, refined his bones, and made him a guardian!"
Zhunti's throat tightened, leaving him speechless—those words had struck straight to the heart. If Su Yang truly lacked Heaven-Piercing Cultivation, forget respect; they probably would not even have left his corpse intact. Now that Bai Xuan had exposed the truth