Randeng Wants to Defect

Back then, how glorious had their Chan Teachings been?

Their Twelve Golden Immortals had roamed the Primordial Wilderness—wherever they went, they were surrounded by followers, with Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage.

Not to mention ordinary Rogue Cultivators—even Quasi-Saint cultivators had to be polite upon seeing them and respectfully address them as "Exalted Immortals."

But now?

Their master, Venerable Yuanshi, had only just fallen, his bones not yet cold, and these ants who once had not even dared to breathe too loudly were already impatiently leaping out to kick them while they were down.

A tiger brought low on the plains was bullied by dogs.

Such a tremendous fall from grace was even more unbearable to these proud Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings than death itself.

"You death-seeking fools! Let me go out there and reduce every last one of them to ashes!" one Golden Immortal roared, about to charge out of the hall.

"Stop!"

Guangchengzi shouted sharply, stopping him.

His expression was equally hideous, but as Senior Brother, he had not yet let his rage cloud his mind.

"The situation outside is unclear. Do not act rashly!" Guangchengzi stared fixedly beyond the hall, sending his divine sense through the Mountain-Protecting Array toward the source of the voices.

The next instant, his face turned deathly pale.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, tens of thousands of living beings had gathered at some unknown time.

A vast black mass blotted out the sky and covered the sun. Banners fluttered, and killing intent soared into the heavens.

Among them were demon kings with horns upon their heads, aquatic clans clad in scales, devil cultivators with strange auras, and Rogue Cultivators whose origins could not be discerned.

The one thing they had in common was the undisguised hatred in their eyes as they looked upon Kunlun