Tongtian had already been nursing a long-buried gloom in his heart from losing disciple after disciple and seeing pass after pass broken. Earlier, he had suffered repeated setbacks at the Nine-Bend Yellow River, with countless disciples under his sect killed or wounded, and a whole chestful of resentment had long been bottled up.
Before this, out of consideration for Hongjun's Imperial Edict and the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, he had endured and retreated again and again, never completely tearing all face with the Chan Sect.
But this time, Guang Chengzi had come to his door, claiming on the surface to return a treasure, when in truth he had come to humiliate him. Before everyone, he had declared that the thousands upon thousands of Jie Sect disciples were fated to die and have their names placed on the roll, their souls returning to the list to be enfeoffed. It was no different from saying outright that the Jie Sect lineage and Dao orthodoxy would be more than half crippled through the Investiture of the Gods.
Around Tongtian, the Primordial Dao resonance suddenly surged and churned. The spiritual energy inside Biyou Palace shook with a thunderous rumble, and the lotus petals around the Lotus Throne trembled on their own without wind. His originally gentle gaze was once again covered in a layer of frost.
He spoke in a deep voice, and his words shook the entire Biyou Palace:
"I have yielded to the Chan Sect again and again, yet you all press forward step by step, repeatedly coming to my door to provoke and humiliate me. Do you truly think I fear your Chan Sect?"
At his side, his attending senior disciples such as Daoist Duobao and Holy Mother Jin Ling could no longer hold themselves back and were about to