Western Qi camp.
Daoist Randeng sat cross-legged atop the platform, his expression utterly placid.
When he saw Chijingzi hurled out by Guangchengzi as a shield, his body and soul destroyed and his True Spirit sent onto the Investiture of the Gods, he did not so much as raise an eyelid.
In his eyes, Chijingzi's death merely added another name to the Investiture of the Gods and fulfilled another portion of the Chan Teachings' calamity.
That was all.
Of those who could become Quasi-Saints and stand at the pinnacle of the Primordial Wilderness, which one was not cold-hearted, viewing all living beings as straw dogs?
Fellow discipleship?
Before one's own path to the Dao, it was not worth mentioning.
What concerned him more was that Guangchengzi had actually been forced into such a state.
"Xuanyuan, Kong Xuan, San Xiao... Is the Sect of Interception's fortune truly so flourishing?"
Randeng silently calculated in his heart.
Nearby, Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox Daji had become deathly pale with fright.
Though they were also considered Primordial Chaos cultivators, when had they ever witnessed such a world-shattering scene?
The foremost experts beneath Saints fought for their lives, magic treasures self-destructed, fellow disciples slaughtered one another, Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortals bled...
Everything far exceeded their imagination.
"Immortal Master... Guangchengzi... he... he'll be all right, won't he?" Ji Fa asked in a trembling voice.
Guangchengzi was Western Qi's greatest support. If he fell, what could Western Qi use to fight Great Shang?
Randeng did not answer. He merely turned his gaze toward the distant west.
Mount Sumeru, Great Thunderclap Temple.
Saint Jieyin and Saint Zhunti were likewise watching this great battle.
When he saw Guangchengzi slaughter his fellow disciple, an undisguised smile appeared on Saint Zhunti's long-suffering face.
"Senior Brother, what a splendid show of