A Gentleman Does Not Stand Beneath a Crumbling Wall

Chen Xuan sat high in the knockoff Biyou Palace, receiving the worship of ten thousand immortals, his heart brimming with triumph.

"Hmph, Hongjun, Hong Tian, so what if you call yourselves revered Dao Ancestors in the Prehistoric World? In this realm, I, Tongtian, still have Ten Thousand Immortals Come to Court!"

It was as if he could already see the grand blueprint: using this world as his foundation, amassing strength, and one day killing his way back to Journey to the West to flatten the Purple Cloud Palace.

Just as Chen Xuan was immersed in the great cause of reviving the Jie Teachings.

Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

After Zhang Bairen finished listening to Hong Tian's report, he rubbed his temples.

"Another transmigrator, and he even calls himself Tongtian Cult Master? He even managed to bring out the Four Swords of Zhu Xian?"

He looked toward Lü Dongbin, who stood in attendance below the hall.

"Minister Lü, your cultivation is high, your knowledge broad, and you often travel through the Lower Realm. I will leave this matter to you to investigate."

"Find traces of that demonic Daoist Tongtian. Monitoring him will suffice. Do not beat the grass and startle the snake. See what exactly he intends to do."

"This minister accepts the decree." Lü Dongbin bowed in assent, turned into Sword Light, and departed.

Great World of Tianyan, Biyou Palace.

Chen Xuan was explaining the sword path to several newly accepted personal disciples when his heart suddenly stirred. He lifted his head and looked to the sky.

At some unknown point, the originally clear sky had become shrouded in a layer of eerie dark red.

An indescribable aura of destruction spread from the depths of the chaotic world's source, growing thicker and thicker.

Mountains and rivers trembled in silence, rivers began to