From that day onward, the Western Qi camp sank into a prolonged silence.
They were waiting for Xuandu and Randeng to arrive.
An entire month slipped by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the void beyond the heavens above Three Mountains Pass slowly trembled. Two vast streams of immortal light broke through the clouds, descended from the Nine Heavens, and settled firmly on the open ground before the pass.
The two stood on level ground, their immortal auras ethereal yet profound, their Dao might boundless. The moment they appeared, all the spiritual energy in the surrounding world bowed before them.
They raised their eyes and quietly gazed at the towering, precipitous Three Mountains Pass. Their deep gazes took in everything within it, before they moved and flew straight into the Western Qi camp.
At the sight of them, the generals of Western Qi lit up with wild delight and hurried forward, cupping their hands in greeting.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother!"
"Greetings, Teacher Randeng!"
Xuandu looked calm and composed. His gaze swept over everyone, and he went straight to the point, asking gravely, "The fighting at Golden Rooster Ridge has been deadlocked for some time. Tell me in detail—what is the situation now?"
At the mention of the battle, the joy instantly drained from every face, replaced by solemnity and dejection.
Finally, Guang Chengzi stepped forward and cupped his hands, answering in a low voice filled with bitterness. "Eldest Senior Brother, all of us joined forces to surround and kill Kong Xuan, only to suffer a crushing defeat. We fought him for a long time, yet failed to force out even a fraction of his true strength. He remained effortlessly in control throughout."
Xuandu showed not the slightest surprise at their defeat. Clearly, he had expected it.
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