Guangchengzi and the others arrived at the center of the Shang Army camp.
A massive tent stood here.
It was usually used for discussions.
Commonly known as the Commander's Tent!
Beside the Commander's Tent stood a thick, towering wooden post, and Daoist Tianzun had been tightly bound to it.
Left exposed to the wind and sun, and put on display for all to see, he had been utterly humiliated.
A dignified elite disciple of the Chan Sect, a direct disciple of a Saint, a Great Luo Golden Immortal expert—yet now he was shamefully tied to a pole for others to gawk at, and those onlookers were merely low-cultivation ants. This was an enormous insult to Daoist Tianzun himself and to the Chan Sect's reputation!
"Junior Brother Daoxing!"
"Damn it, these Shang brats have gone too far! They actually dared humiliate a Chan Sect disciple like this!"
"Hmph! The Chan Sect will remember this Karma!"
Seeing Daoist Tianzun tied to the pole, all the Chan Sect immortals were furious.
They wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc in the Shang camp right then and there!
"Don't linger. Don't forget that a mysterious Quasi-Saint is still lurking in the Shang camp." Guangchengzi looked around warily, his expression grave. "Let's rescue Junior Brother Daoxing and leave this place quickly!"
"Alright!"
"We shouldn't stay here long!"
"Move."
The Chan Sect immortals all agreed and began to act.
Daoist Tianzun was bound up, with a talisman radiating five-colored light stuck to the center of his brow. His cultivation had been sealed, and his Primordial Spirit was suppressed within his Sea of Consciousness, unable to emerge, leaving him looking like a dead man.
The rope binding Daoist Tianzun was merely an ordinary Low-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure.
Chijingzi took out a peachwood figurine.
The peachwood figurine transformed