Then he would be cast back into the cycle of reincarnation and become Tathagata, Buddha of the West.
At Xiao Long's words, Daoist Duobao stopped advancing.
Since Tong Tian Cult Master had long been prepared, Laozi had no way to gain even the slightest advantage.
He had not gained anything at all. It was nowhere near as easy as the original story made it sound, where he had struck Tong Tian Cult Master a few times with his staff.
In the end, Laozi also noticed that the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was changing. He knew that if he truly waited for Tong Tian Cult Master to shrink the formation's attack range,
then leaving would not be nearly as easy as it was now.
"Junior Brother! I have already seen through your sword formation. Just wait for me to break it!"
After leaving behind that threat, Laozi turned and departed without lingering for battle.
He intended to leave through the Immortal Trapping Formation.
After all, that was how he had entered.
Seeing Laozi leave, Tong Tian Cult Master did not pursue him. Instead, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
When Laozi emerged from the Immortal Trapping Formation, he was about to mock his junior brother, Tong Tian Cult Master, once more.
After all, he had claimed he could enter whenever he wished, and now he had indeed done so.
But before he could speak, he felt something strike his head.
Only then did he realize that, for some unknown reason, Tong Tian Cult Master's magic treasure—the Purple Lightning Hammer—was hanging above the Immortal Trapping Formation!
It landed squarely on Laozi's forehead.
Just as Laozi was about to make off with the Purple Lightning Hammer, Tong Tian Cult Master arrived.
He retrieved the Purple Lightning Hammer and laughed heartily at Laozi.