Some Rejoice, Some Grieve

"Did you hear? That Senior Disciple Brother from the Jie Cult failed to achieve Dao and is now close to death!"

"What? That's impossible..."

"I heard it was because he committed too many evil deeds, and then suffered Great Dao backlash."

"I also heard he's a demon who kills without batting an eye, and he's ruthless enough to kill his own Junior Brother..."

"No way! Isn't that cause for celebration?"

On a desolate island in the East Sea, two Golden Immortals were gossiping.

However, like a rumor snowballing, by the time it reached them, it was already an unknown, countless version of the story.

In their mouths, Ye Changqing had become a demon who suffered heavenly punishment.

The Heavenly Dao punishes evil; this was definitely positive energy!

Even if Ye Changqing heard this without knowing it was about him, he would have to applaud.

Of course, this was just the idle chatter of a few minor monsters. Those who truly knew the truth were the great powers of the Primordial World.

Before Ye Changqing achieved Dao, the disciples of the Jie Cult had boasted, "Our Senior Disciple Brother will definitely achieve Primordial Unity and become the Ninth Saint of the Primordial World!"

The past grand ambitions still echoed in people's ears, but now they were slapped in the face.

The many mighty figures of the Great Desolation couldn't help but sigh, lamenting the fall of a heavenly talent.

In the Netherworld Underworld, Houtu Ancestral Witch... no, it should be Empress Pingxin, sighed.

He couldn't overcome the Heavenly Dao's schemes after all?

If she had the chance, she planned to help Ye Changqing, at least to let him reincarnate.

In the Chaos Wa Huang Palace, Empress Nuwa looked in the direction of the Primordial World, but a certain figure appeared in her mind.

If possible, she wanted to repay that favor.

In the Wuzhuang Temple in the Primordial World, Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi also sighed.

His old friend, Old Ancestor Hongyun, had died because of the Saint Position.

Now Ye Changqing had followed in his footsteps.

However, they soon came to terms with it.

On the path to Becoming a Saint, how many brilliant individuals were called the First in all ages, yet only a few could leave their names in the River of Time.

More people were like Ye Changqing now, appearing like a fleeting comet, and then disappearing without a trace.

Take Eastern Emperor Taiyi of the Demon Race and Dijiang Ancestral Shaman of the Witch Race from back then, for example. No one mentioned them anymore.

Of course, only a very small number of people felt sorry for Ye Changqing.

The majority were a group of schadenfreude-filled individuals.

Their teachers and elders had often used Ye Changqing as a role model to educate them.

Now that he had fallen into misfortune, who wouldn't try to put him down?

Especially the Saint's disciples who had been suffocated by him, they were weeping with joy.

Tens of thousands of years!

The person who had hung over their heads had finally fallen from grace.

Especially the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who were also from the Pangu Orthodox Lineage under the Three Pure Ones.

Their past ambitions filled their chests again, and each of them uttered sentiments like, "Ye Changqing is nothing special."

The veteran Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World also breathed a sigh of relief, having lost a powerful opponent like Ye Changqing.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Old Ancestor Minghe was smug and free of any worries.

"Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing, how are you going to seek revenge now?"

In the Northern Darkness Sea, huge waves surged, and a giant fish leaped out, swallowing millions of miles of seawater and devouring billions of sea creatures.

With this supply of flesh and blood, Demon Master Kunpeng reformed a new physical body.

He transformed into a gloomy man with a hooked nose, looking in the direction of Golden Ao Island with hatred in his eyes.

It was a pity that Ye Changqing had the protection of a Saint, so Demon Master Kunpeng could not grind his bones to ashes to quench his hatred.

RUMBLE!

Suddenly, a rainbow pierced through the sky above the East Sea, its sound like thunder. The two minor monsters who had been discussing Ye Changqing felt a tightness in their chests, their throats sweetened, and they spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hiss..."

"A Grand Unity Golden Immortal Demon King..."

Their faces showed displeasure, and they wanted to demand an explanation, but when they saw the fierce beast, they couldn't help but gasp, and immediately abandoned the idea of seeking revenge.

A great monster at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm could be considered a dominant Demon King in the Primordial World, someone they could not afford to offend.

What's more, it was merely someone's mount...

"Those are the Three Fairies of Sanxiao from the Jie Cult..."

They recognized the three beauties on the monster's body at a glance and shouted out their earth-shattering titles.

Those were Saint's disciples!

Let alone them, even their backer, the Dragon Clan, would have to show them some respect.

The moment they thought of Ye Changqing, whom they had just been discussing, their faces changed, and they covered their mouths with their hands.

That Ye Changqing was their Senior Disciple Brother...

Whoosh!

A graceful figure descended from the sky, transforming into the appearance of a young girl.

Besides Bixiao, who else could it be?

At this moment, her small face was full of anger, and her chest rose and fell with her fury.

Plop!

The two monster immortals immediately knelt before her, slapping themselves and begging for mercy.

Don't be fooled by Bixiao's young appearance; her strength had long reached the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm. Even from tens of thousands of miles away, she had heard the conversation between the two.

In her heart, Senior Disciple Brother Ye Changqing was like a god, not to be blasphemed!

A Senior Disciple Brother must not be insulted!

Bang!

She swept the two Golden Immortals away with a flick of her sleeve, sending them crashing into several mountains.

She knew that the two were not bad people, so she merely taught them a small lesson.

After the three sisters of the Xiao family left, the two whose faces were swollen like pig heads finally crawled out of the dirt.

Today, they truly understood what it meant for disaster to come from one's own mouth.

After the three sisters of the Xiao family, more streams of light flew overhead.

Some rode mounts, some stepped on flying swords, and some rode black clouds...

"Heavens! What on earth is going on?"

Seeing so many Jie Cult disciples in a single day made the two monsters extremely puzzled.

Of course, this also attracted the attention of other forces, especially the Dragon Clan, the Lord of the Four Seas.

In the East Sea Crystal Palace, the Old Dragon King continuously received reports from Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals and Sea Patrol Yakshas.

The Jie Cult's myriad immortals were scouring the East Sea for Immortal Herbs and Spirit Medicines.

The Dragon Clan was now in decline and had pledged allegiance to the current Heavenly Court. This matter soon reached the ears of Haotian Shangdi.

Haotian Shangdi began to discuss taking advantage of the Jie Cult with the Holy Mother of Yaochi.

They had just received the mandate from Old Ancestor Hongjun to re-establish the Heavenly Court and had no one to command.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi happened to possess the Innate Spiritual Root Peach Tree bestowed by the Dao Ancestor.

Currently, there were three thousand six hundred Peach Trees in the Peach Garden. The first twelve hundred trees bore small flowers and fruits, ripening every three thousand years; consuming them would grant immortality and lightness of body.

The middle twelve hundred trees had layered flowers and sweet fruits, ripening every six thousand years; consuming them would lead to ascension and eternal life.

The last twelve hundred trees had purple patterns and kernels, ripening every nine thousand years; consuming them would grant longevity equal to that of heaven and earth.

Now that Ye Changqing's life was fading and his lifespan was depleted, this was a perfect opportunity to win over the Jie Cult with the Peaches!