Trapped in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation

This was undoubtedly a conspiracy by the two men of the Western Sect, Ye Qin thought to himself. In the past, those two had always acted cautiously and had never offended Ye Qin or Master Tongtian. However, with Master Tongtian's departure, the ambitions buried in their hearts had finally become impossible to suppress and were gradually surfacing.

Zhunti had gone to Kunlun Mountains to secretly meet with Yuanshi Tianzun, and Ye Qin had seen it all. He knew that the prehistoric world appeared peaceful on the surface, but was actually seething with undercurrents!

Yet Ye Qin had no time to concern himself with the outside world at that moment. The Jie Sect had too many disciples. If those harboring ulterior motives were not completely purged, sooner or later he would be ambushed.

Another ten years passed. One day, Zhao Gongming sent a detailed list of traitors through a Dao talisman.

Ye Qin lifted his head from Qiongxiao's lap and sat up. Thirteen years had passed, and he had never once managed the Jie Sect. It had consequently fallen into utter chaos!

The Jie Sect, once renowned as the gathering place of ten thousand immortals, now had fewer than five thousand people left on Penglai Island. Of course, some traitors were still operating in secret among those five thousand, trying to win over more people. Most, however, were deeply devoted to the Jie Sect. Even though the sect was now without a leader, they had never left.

Then today would be the day of a thorough reckoning!

Ye Qin stood tall on the roof of Biyou Palace on Penglai Island, his hands behind his back and his face expressionless. With a single glance, he could take in everyone below on Penglai Island, but he did not look down. Instead, he gazed