Sishui Pass.
A killing formation stood between heaven and earth. Endless killing intent surged into the sky, dyeing even the clouds above the Nine Heavens blood-red.
It was the Primordial Wilderness's number-one killing formation—the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Sect Master Tongtian wore a blue Daoist robe and held the Qingping Sword. Alone, he stood quietly before the formation.
Just standing there, he was like an unparalleled divine sword fresh from its sheath, its edge fully exposed, as though it could cleave heaven and earth apart.
He was waiting for someone.
Within the void, Clear Qi rippled, and two figures silently emerged.
At that moment, a flash of clear light appeared in the void, and two figures arrived together.
One wore an apricot-yellow Daoist robe and held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi. Vast Sage might surged around him. It was none other than Venerable Lord Yuanshi.
The other looked like an old man. He rode a Green Ox and held a Fly Whisk in his hand. His aura was Pure and Inactive, as though he had merged with heaven and earth.
He was Saint Taiqing, foremost among the Three Pure Ones.
Sect Master Tongtian slowly raised his head. His gaze passed over the murderous Venerable Lord Yuanshi and settled on Saint Taiqing.
There was no anger or accusation on his face, only a loneliness that could not be dispelled.
"Eldest Brother, you really came after all."
Facing Tongtian's complicated gaze, Saint Taiqing merely let out a faint sigh.
He said nothing.
But his silence was already his best answer.
At their level, all words were superfluous. Their stance was everything.
For that ethereal Human Dao, for the possibility of advancing another step—
in the end, he had chosen to join forces with Yuanshi and stand against his third brother.
Sect Master