The Demise of the Pseudo-Jie Sect

Lingbao Tianzun said no more. His faintly illusory figure swayed gently.

In the next instant, Zhou Qing and Yun Zhongzi felt a soft yet irresistible mighty force wrap around them.

The chaotic scene before their eyes retreated and blurred at tremendous speed, like a fading canvas.

By the time they came back to themselves, they were already standing within a hazy azure light beyond description, as if it contained the birth and death of infinite worlds.

This azure light was vast, ancient, brimming with endless vitality and creation, yet restrained to the utmost.

The inner world of the Chaos Bead!

Lingbao Tianzun was using his own remaining mighty power—or rather, the final, most fundamental link between himself and the Chaos Bead—to actively "enter" this world he had opened up, and which existed because of him.

Buzhou Mountain, Transmigrator Association headquarters.

Daoist Lu Ya, East Prince Gong, Lin Yan, along with the Heavenly Court envoy and the great virtue of Spirit Mountain, were gathered in the council hall, discussing how to deal with the increasingly frequent provocations of the Pseudo-Jie Sect, as well as the major move Chen Xuan might make.

Suddenly, everyone—whether they were Daluo Golden Immortals or East Prince Gong, whose aura was even deeper and more profound—stopped all movement at the exact same time, without any warning.

They all raised their heads together, looking beyond the hall, toward the dome of heaven, toward that unseen place outside the world!

An indescribable presence, grand to the extreme and familiar enough to make their souls tremble, was merging into this heaven and earth in a gentle yet unstoppable way.

The heavens had changed.

The "joy" and "exultation" of the world's origin.

It was as if a wandering son, scattered away for many years, had returned home; as if a dried-up