The Power Struggle in Zixiao Palace, Qingyuan's Return, and the Two Sages of the West's Fawning

For a moment.

The once-peaceful Zixiao Palace turned tense as drawn swords.

The air grew heavy.

It was suffocating, as though all the air had been sucked away.

"Heh..."

Hongjun smiled without warmth, his eyes utterly still as he watched Qingyuan.

He plainly did not believe him.

Qingyuan did not indulge him. He slapped a fragment onto the table and said, "Can this thing gravely wound the Heavenly Dao?"

Hongjun looked at it in silence.

The calm in his eyes became a sea of raging waves!

He instinctively reached to take a closer look, but Qingyuan snatched it back and said with a smile, "Grandmaster, you only need to tell me whether this can gravely wound the Heavenly Dao."

"Where did you get this?"

Hongjun's gaze turned strange and uneasy.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth and said gravely, "What you're doing is rather improper, fellow Daoist. Why not entrust this to the impartial Heavenly Dao for safekeeping?"

"One careless move could trigger the Immeasurable Calamity!"

"You and I might emerge unscathed, but how many in the Primordial Wilderness could withstand such a crisis?"

"Even the Heavenly Dao Saints would all fall!"

"I doubt you wish to see that happen, fellow Daoist Qingyuan."

"Heh, Grandmaster, you jest." Qingyuan smiled. "I believe the Heavenly Dao should be held by all living beings. As the Dao Ancestor, you should have an open heart. Why not let me share authority over the Heavenly Dao and govern the Primordial Wilderness alongside you? Would that not benefit us both?"

"With us working together, the Primordial Wilderness would surely surpass its former glory and become the Great Thousand with the richest foundations and the broadest territory in history."

"Then the Myriad Races would flourish, and the myriad