Zhunti trembled with rage, his eyes nearly bleeding.
Everything he and Jieyin had built over countless aeons, the Western Dao Field that had sustained their rise to sainthood—all of it had been torn out by the roots today by Qin Mu and Haotian!
From this day on, they were truly homeless, wandering souls.
Beside him, Jieyin's face was ashen, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze.
"Qin Mu means to wipe us out. He won't leave us a single way out."
Jieyin gritted his teeth, his voice rasping like sandpaper. "He's seized all authority over the heavens, earth, and human realm. He means to turn the entire Primordial Wilderness into an impregnable domain for the Interception Sect."
"Senior Brother, what do we do now?" Zhunti was sweating with panic. "The Western Teachings are gone, our Fortune has been severed. How are we supposed to fight for the Immortal Seed?"
Atop Mount Sumeru, fierce winds swept yellow sand past them.
Cracks scored the dry bed of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and every spirit tree around it had withered into an ashen husk.
Zhunti sat on the Black Lotus, clutching his aching chest. Saint blood dripped from his chin onto the parched earth with a scorching hiss.
Despair and savagery filled his gaunt face. He stared toward the eastern horizon, his back teeth grinding audibly.
"Senior Brother, are we really going to accept defeat?"
Zhunti wiped the bloody foam from his lips, his voice rasping like sandpaper. "Back when the treasures were divided at Zixiao Palace, we were Dao Ancestor Hongjun's direct disciples. We led our own sect and struck awe across countless worlds."
"Who would've thought Qin Mu, that junior, would uproot everything we had? Even Haotian, who used to be a gatekeeping attendant, dares to shit on our