The Faces of Those People

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of earth-shattering blasts threw the entire Chaos into turmoil.

Old Ancestor Minghe's strike already possessed no less might than a Saint's blow.

On Golden Ao Island, the Postnatal Spiritual Treasure Mysterious Light Mirror that Daoist Duobao had brought forth radiated a dazzling light, so blinding that no one could open their eyes.

Crack!

The bronze mirror suddenly exploded into countless fragments.

Daoist Duobao suffered a backlash, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Disciple Brother!"

"Senior Disciple Brother..."

With the spiritual treasure destroyed, everyone lost sight of the depths of Chaos.

Yunxiao's brows furrowed tightly as she mobilized her divine sense and probed into Chaos with all her might.

"Foolish!"

Sect Master Tongtian's sharp rebuke struck her divine sense back into her body.

She seemed to have forgotten that the Two Sages of the West were still outside the island.

If they seized hold of her divine sense, the consequences would be too dreadful to contemplate.

"I believe Senior Disciple Brother will definitely emerge safe and sound!"

Bixiao looked at her sister and spoke with incomparably firm eyes.

"That's right! Senior Disciple Brother is invincible beneath the heavens. He'll definitely be safe!"

"Long live Senior Disciple Brother!"

The rest of the Jie Cult disciples also came to their senses and began cheering Ye Changqing on.

The Chaos qi churned incessantly, becoming even more violent under the influence of the explosive energy.

Even Old Ancestor Minghe, the one who had caused it all, was forced back several million li before he barely managed to steady himself.

"Hahahaha!"

"That Ninth Saint Position must be mine, Old Ancestor Minghe's..."

Just as he was beside himself with triumph, a light shout came from within the vortex of Chaos qi.

"Sever!"

Old Ancestor Minghe's laughter came to an abrupt stop. By the time he reacted, a sword had already pierced through his chest.

"That's impossible..."

Old Ancestor Minghe stared at Ye Changqing before him, then exploded into a cloud of bloody mist.

When he condensed into form again, he was already at another Blood God Son ten thousand li away.

So long as his sea of blood did not run dry, and even one Blood God Son clone remained, he could live forever without dying.

Seeing that he had played every trump card he possessed yet remained helpless against Ye Changqing, Old Ancestor Minghe snorted coldly at the void.

"If you still refuse to act, then I'm done with this."

"Let this brat take the final Saint Position..."

The instant his words fell, the shadow of a ruler crossed space and shot straight toward the back of Ye Changqing's head.

"The Qiankun Ruler?"

"Old Thief Randeng, show yourself!"

Ye Changqing shattered the void with a single sword strike, forcing Daoist Randeng out of hiding.

In the Primordial World, Sect Master Tongtian, who was battling the Two Sages of the West, caught his breath. His movements slowed by half a beat, and Daoist Zhunti nearly wounded him.

Since Daoist Randeng had acted, the identity of the person who had previously blocked a sword for Old Ancestor Minghe was all but obvious.

"Randeng, you scoundrel!"

"Venerable Primordial, was this at your command?"

While fiercely battling the Two Sages of the West, Sect Master Tongtian questioned Venerable Primordial.

But how could Venerable Primordial admit it?

And even if he did admit it, so what?

These Heavenly Dao Saints all had their Primordial Spirits entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, and all they did was act in accordance with the Heavenly Dao.

Yet Ye Changqing now wished to defy the heavens. It was only natural for them to strike at him.

What was more, even if Venerable Primordial did not act, Old Ancestor Hongjun would likely act as well.

Sect Master Tongtian felt only that he had been betrayed—and betrayed by his closest elder brother.

Right then, he intended to abandon the Two Sages of the West and rush straight to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain to demand an explanation from Venerable Primordial.

With a single sword strike, green lotuses bloomed across the East Sea, and wherever the lotuses blossomed, sword light crisscrossed.

After this blow, the Two Sages of the West were forced back. Sect Master Tongtian took one step forward, about to reach Kunlun Mountain.

Bang!

Suddenly, a Small Pagoda shot out from the side and smashed toward him.

Sect Master Tongtian swung the Qingping Sword and collided head-on with the Small Pagoda, only to be stopped in his tracks.

"Good, good, good!"

"You really are quite..."

He felt as though his chest were full of pent-up fury. So all along, he had placed his trust in the wrong people.

A streak of azure light arrived from the horizon in an instant, landing beside Sect Master Tongtian and transforming into an old man riding an ox.

The Small Pagoda that had attacked Sect Master Tongtian swayed as it flew back, hovering above the old man's head and spilling down countless streams of mysterious yellow energy.

The Heaven and Earth Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, the only Innate Merit Supreme Treasure in the Primordial World, was Laozi's Companion Spiritual Treasure.

Only then did Sect Master Tongtian recall what Ye Changqing had said before—telling him to see those people's true faces clearly.

He had still been wondering who exactly "those people" were. Now, he had found the answer.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist!"

The Two Sages of the West breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Laozi and hurried forward to greet him.

This fellow, who never showed his hand, was the most terrifying of the Three Pure Ones.

In truth, they were also afraid of Sect Master Tongtian going mad after Ye Changqing was assassinated.

After all, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords' reputation stood there. Even if they were immortal and indestructible, they would still be skinned alive.

Laozi dismounted the Green Ox. After nodding to the two of them, he walked before Sect Master Tongtian.

"Tongtian, put away your sword!"

He ordered in a tone that brooked no doubt.

"Hmph!"

"What a Red Flower, White Lotus Root, Green Lotus Leaf..."

Sect Master Tongtian laughed in fury.

Back then, the Three Pure Ones had traveled the Primordial World together and happened upon the Twenty-Four Grade Creation Azure Lotus.

The Twenty-Four Grade Creation Azure Lotus split into three. The red flower became the Coiled Dragon Cudgel, which Laozi obtained.

The white lotus root transformed into the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, which belonged to Venerable Primordial.

The green lotus leaf became the Qingping Sword and fell into Sect Master Tongtian's hands.

Red Flower, White Lotus Root, Green Lotus Leaf had originally described how the Three Pure Ones were one family. Now, it looked like the greatest irony in the world.

Within the chaos, Daoist Randeng and Old Ancestor Minghe joined forces to attack Ye Changqing.

Since they had already torn off all pretenses, Daoist Randeng struck with his full strength from the very start.

As fellow disciples under the Three Pure Ones, he knew full well how terrifying Ye Changqing was.

Back on Kunlun Mountain, Ye Changqing had suppressed the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals with one hand.

Even Daoist Randeng had failed to gain the slightest advantage against him.

As the three battled fiercely in the chaos, a Great Fish surfaced from the Northern Darkness Sea of the Primordial World.

With one leap, it transformed into Kunpeng and soared ninety thousand li into the sky, silently entering the chaos as well.

An Oil-green Sword appeared soundlessly behind Ye Changqing.

Demon Master Kunpeng had made his move too!

Demon Master Kunpeng's face was twisted with fury as well, as though he wished he could devour Ye Changqing alive.

Once upon a time, he had been the one closest to attaining sainthood.

When the Purple Sky Palace expounded the Dao, he had clearly secured a meditation cushion, yet had been forced to surrender his chance at sainthood.

Afterward, he, Di Jun, and Taiyi ambushed Old Ancestor Hongyun and obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi from him.

But before the Hongmeng Purple Qi had even warmed in his hands, it vanished without a trace.

Having missed sainthood twice left him utterly stifled and bitter.

If Ye Changqing, this junior, succeeded again, he would lose his third opportunity—his final opportunity.

Three veteran Quasi-Saints joining forces against a junior had already made all living beings in the Primordial World laugh at them.

The most terrifying thing was not bullying the weak with the strong, but that the three of them had ganged up on one person—and still lost...