Old Ancestor Hongyun had fallen!
The news was like Nine Heavens' Thunderclap, instantly spreading throughout the Entire Great Desolation!
A veteran Quasi-Saint, a guest of the Purple Firmament Palace, an existence bearing Primordial Violet Qi, had actually met such an end!
The Great Desolation was shaken!
Countless mighty beings intertwined their divine senses, attempting to glimpse the heavenly secrets and trace the whereabouts of that final strand of Primordial Violet Qi.
In the west, the Spiritual Mountain Sacred Realm.
Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, golden lotuses swayed.
Daoist Jieyin sat upon the Twelve-petal Merit Golden Lotus, his face sallow and emaciated, his brows knitted in sorrow, as though he bore all the suffering of the west upon his shoulders.
Daoist Zhunti stood beside him, holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. His features were lean, wisdom shone in his eyes, yet an irrepressible urgency lingered within them.
"Senior Brother, Hongyun has fallen, and the violet qi has vanished. This is a heaven-sent opportunity for our west!" Zhunti said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.
"If we can find that qi, our west shall have three Saints. Why should we fear the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun?"
Hearing this, Jieyin's bitter expression deepened. He let out a long sigh. "Alas... Junior Brother, the heavenly secrets are muddled. I fear this will not be easy."
"How will we know if we do not try?" A sharp gleam flashed through Zhunti's eyes. "With you and me joining forces, as Saints, I refuse to believe we cannot deduce it!"
As soon as he spoke, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in Daoist Zhunti's hand radiated brilliantly, its seven-colored divine light sweeping toward the void.
Daoist Jieyin also chanted an incantation. The Twelve-petal Merit Golden Lotus released boundless golden light, merging into the void.
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