Western Spirit Mountain.
Buddha-light shone everywhere, Sanskrit chants rose in waves, and an auspicious, peaceful aura blanketed every inch of land.
Just then, a streak of green light came from the eastern horizon, swift in its momentum, yet utterly silent.
That radiance carried not the slightest air of slaughter, yet it contained an ultimate sharpness, as if it could easily cut apart the tranquility of this pure land of the Buddha-realm.
Deep within Spirit Mountain, beneath the Bodhi Tree.
Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti were sitting cross-legged, Buddha-light flowing around them, their jeweled aspects solemn and majestic.
The two of them opened their eyes at almost the same time.
On Jieyin's face, which had worn a look of suffering all year round, a trace of astonishment surfaced that was hard to conceal.
Daoist Zhunti's body also went still, and even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand stopped swaying.
"Senior Brother, this aura..."
"It is Tongtian," Jieyin said slowly, suppressing that astonishment.
That aura was incomparably fierce and unyielding, matchlessly sharp, carrying a resolve to cut down all things. They were all too familiar with it.
The Tongtian of the past had held the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, his Sha Qi soaring to the heavens, the sharpest Sage of slaughter beneath the Heavenly Dao.
Yet the aura before them now, though equally sharp, was restrained to the extreme, returning to simplicity and truth.
More importantly, within it there was no longer even half a trace of the shackles of a Heavenly Dao Saint position. Instead, it was a kind of complete, flawless Hunyuan power that belonged entirely to himself.
A Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.
He had actually truly attained the Dao.
Though the two of them had long expected it, after all, Tongtian had severed his Saint