Though they knew it was impossible, they still couldn't help cursing inwardly: The Three Pure Ones' luck was ridiculously heaven-defying! How could Ancestor Hongjun be so biased? He had handed over several thousand Innate Spiritual Treasures just like that, and their quality was all over the place. But even if half of them were ordinary items, there were still enough to crush someone to death!
The two of them continued grumbling inwardly as they quickened their search for disciples and Spiritual Treasures throughout the eastern part of the Primordial World. Fighting broke out without end, shaking the Eastern Wasteland until the earth trembled, the spiritual energy fell into chaos, and living beings suffered terrible calamities.
Amid this chaos,
"Stop!"
A soft shout rang out. It seemed close beside their ears, yet also as though it had descended from the nine heavens. It was cold as frost, yet carried an imposing pressure that permitted no defiance.
Everyone looked up in succession, only to see a crack split open in the void, from which a figure stepped forth atop clouds. Silver hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes were as white as snow, and his plain white robe fluttered despite the absence of wind. A woman stood beside him, her beauty breathtaking and her bearing otherworldly. She wore a smile between her brows and eyes, her arm intimately hooked around his, her face filled with happiness.
Upon recognizing who had arrived, everyone immediately bowed in salute and spoke in perfect unison: "Greetings, Sage Su Yang! May the Sage enjoy boundless longevity!"
"No need." Su Yang gently raised a hand. A warm, gentle force swept over them and lifted everyone upright. The motion seemed effortless, yet contained the profound principles of the Great Dao.
He slowly walked toward the pitch-black banner. With a