He's Not Venerable Yuanshi!

Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Taishang Laozi sat upon a meditation cushion, the whisk in his hand suspended in midair for a long while without coming down.

He said nothing.

Yet the entire Eight Sceneries Palace was silent in a way that was almost terrifying.

Great Mage Xuandu stood below, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

He had followed Taishang for many years, yet had never seen his master react like this.

Taishang was detached.

Taishang was serene.

Even when the Demon Race had slaughtered the Human Race, even when the Witch-Demon races had shattered heaven and earth, even when Qin Mu had caused one earthshaking incident after another in the Primordial Wilderness, Taishang had done no more than frown.

But this was different.

Those eyes, which normally showed not the slightest ripple, were staring fixedly in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

Xuandu held back again and again, but finally spoke.

"Master, th-this... is this really Second Martial Uncle?"

The moment the question left his mouth, even Xuandu himself found it absurd.

Second Martial Uncle Venerable Yuanshi was already dead.

And not an ordinary death, at that.

He had been judged by the Heavenly Dao, stripped of his saintly status, nailed to death by Qin Mu's spear, and finally erased completely from causality, fate, and destiny.

The entire Primordial Wilderness had seen it.

Could he still come back to life?

If he truly could, then what was the Heavenly Dao's judgment worth?

And what would the laws of the Primordial Wilderness amount to?

Taishang did not answer at once.

His gaze passed through layer upon layer of void and fell upon Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

That figure did indeed bear Venerable Yuanshi's appearance.

An apricot-yellow daoist robe.

A Nine Clouds Crown.

A Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Even in