The many Grand Elders of the Tower of Reincarnation nodded one after another. "The Great Pagoda Edict makes a fair point."
"Indeed, it should be so."
"Holy Son Pei is still too narrow-minded."
"The Chongming Sect failed to teach its disciples properly and led them astray. You can't blame him entirely..."
Just then, a Black-robed Figure suddenly darted out of the Blood Sedan. With a long blade on his back, he stood in midair, nodded slightly toward the Glazed Pagoda, and declared in a clear voice, "Pei Ling, Holy Son of the Chongming Sect, has come to challenge you."
"Please, Great Pagoda Edict, enlighten me!"
Hearing this, the newly appointed Great Pagoda Edict nodded slightly and sighed. "A talent capable of saving the world, staying in a sect as grasping and greedy as the Chongming Sect... What a pity!"
With that, he rose to his feet, then stepped forward, instantly leaving the Glazed Pagoda to stand in midair, just like Pei Ling.
The vast blue sky stretched overhead, the blazing sun hung high, and the seven great sects each occupied their own position, all watching the scene without blinking.
Pei Ling's black robe fluttered in the wind. The Blood Sedan had already been put away, and he stared intently at the Glazed Pagoda as well.
At that moment, a figure in gray robes suddenly appeared high in the sky opposite him.
The figure was completely covered by unadorned gray robes, dressed no differently from the many cultivators of the Tower of Reincarnation. A palm-sized Glazed Pagoda hung at the waist, and within it, a blood-colored shadow writhed and coiled like a living creature.
A vast, surging aura surrounded him. The dreadful presence of a Sea of Corpses and Blood, of slaughtering countless billions, swept toward them, seeming to corrode the