Chan Teachings, Western Heavenly Court Announce Mountain Closure

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Dead silence, oppression, despair.

The Saint's Dao Field that had once shone with ten thousand streams of Immortal Light and A Thousand Auspicious Rays now seemed as though it had been swept by the frigid winds of the Nine Netherworld for countless years. Every corner exuded a bone-piercing chill and the stench of death.

Within the grand hall, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, True Man Yu Ding, True Man Taiyi... the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teachings, along with Immortal Weng of the South Pole and Yunzhongzi—beings who had once been so illustrious and arrogant throughout the Primordial Wilderness Three Realms—now all sat slumped upon their prayer mats like dead dogs with their spines ripped out, their faces ashen.

Their gazes were hollow, their Dao hearts shattered, as though half their three souls and seven spirits had been lost.

Just moments ago, at the instant Venerable Yuanshi's True Spirit had been completely erased by the Destruction Divine Spear—

An indescribable agony had erupted from the depths of every one of their Primordial Spirits, as though the heavens themselves had collapsed.

That was the most fundamental karmic connection between them and their master, utterly severed.

Their greatest pillar of support—the Saint master who had sheltered them from wind and rain, allowing them to act without restraint and regard all things as mere straw dogs—Venerable Yuanshi...

Was truly gone.

It was not like Haotian, who could still be revived after falling from sainthood. He had been thoroughly, utterly erased from this world.

Body and soul both annihilated.

"How... what do we do?"

Yellow Dragon True Person was the first to break beneath the pressure. His voice carried a sobbing tremor, and his entire body shook like chaff in a sieve.

"Master... Master truly is gone... He truly fell?"

That question voiced