Venerable Yuanshi Leaves Kunlun Mountain

Kunlun Mountain.

Within Yuxu Palace, immortal light was cold and clear.

Venerable Yuanshi sat upright upon a cloud bed, his eyes slowly opening.

His gaze fell into the depths of the void.

That single look seemed to pass through mountains and rivers, through the vault of heaven, and through countless threads of karma.

Yang Jian's aura was no longer upon the path he had originally deduced.

Under the original course of fate, Yang Jian should have shared a bond of master and disciple with the Chan Teachings.

But now, that thread had snapped.

Not only had it snapped.

Qin Mu of the Sect of Interception had forcibly taken it for himself.

Venerable Yuanshi's expression remained calm, yet a trace of chill flashed through his eyes.

"Qin Mu."

He spoke softly.

There was no wind within Yuxu Palace.

Yet the many Jade Pure Dao Patterns trembled faintly.

It was not that Venerable Yuanshi did not know how forceful Qin Mu was.

He knew even more clearly that the Sect of Interception was no longer the sect of old, supported by Tongtian alone.

After Qin Mu became a Saint, the Sect of Interception's Fortune had surged.

The disciples of the Upper Pure lineage were countless, and the momentum of Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage had become ever more unstoppable.

If they were allowed to continue developing, then when the Investiture of the Gods war came, how it would be brought to a close would no longer be for the Chan Teachings to decide.

Venerable Yuanshi raised a hand.

A streak of Jade Pure Immortal Light appeared in his palm.

Within that immortal light, countless figures seemed to flicker past.

There were the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teachings.

There was the karma of the Heavenly Court.

There were the changing dynasties of