Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, and You Won't Split Up?

Xuan Du stepped forward with a smile and replied.

"After all, with Master and the two Uncle Masters on Kunlun Mountain, one is certainly at ease."

After swallowing the medicinal pill, Duobao's injuries had mostly healed.

He once again resumed his bold and unrestrained demeanor.

"Descending the mountain is a trial; Kunlun Mountain is home, a place to settle down."

Guang Chengzi suddenly spoke up.

"I nearly forgot to congratulate you, Junior Brother—on challenging the Great Luo with your sword, the Taiyi Dao is now complete."

The other Xuan Sect disciples came to their senses and offered their congratulations one after another.

Their gazes toward Duobao were filled with admiration.

They truly could not forget the scene of Duobao pointing his sword at the Great Luo.

Such courage was rare even across the entire Prehistoric World.

Xuandan raised an eyebrow slightly, walked over to Huanglong, and wore an expression of surprise.

"Oh, Senior Brother, this spiritual sword of top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure quality is truly remarkable."

Huanglong's face immediately broke into a delighted grin as he caressed the spiritual sword with fondness.

"Of course—it was once the companion treasure of a Quasi-Saint True Dragon, perfectly suited to This Humble Daoist."

Hearing someone praise it, the corners of Huanglong's mouth nearly stretched to his ears.

This Humble Daoist would like to see who still dares to call me the Four-None True Person!

Amid the harmonious scene on Kunlun Mountain, a single shadowy figure stood out in discord.

It was Lü Yue, who had just broken free, staring at Xuandan and Huanglong with a venomous gaze.

Dong!!!

A bell tolled.

"All disciples of my Xuan Sect, come to the Eight Sceneries Palace at once."

Summoned by the Saint, the Xuan Sect disciples dared not delay and hurried to the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Gathered within the Eight Sceneries Palace, the direct disciples stood at the front, the nominal ones at the back.

A vast sea of figures carried a hint of the might of the Myriad Immortals Come to Court.

The Three Pure Ones exchanged smiles—this was the flourishing scene of the Xuan Sect.

Suddenly, a voice rang out coldly.

"I beg Master to seek justice for this disciple!"

The voice echoed through the Eight Sceneries Palace, lingering long without ceasing.

The previously somewhat noisy Eight Sceneries Palace fell instantly silent, so quiet that a dropped needle could be heard.

All eyes fell upon Lü Yue.

Lü Yue's expression was venomous as he kowtowed respectfully, his tone filled with grief and indignation.

The smile on Saint Tongtian's face vanished completely, replaced by indifference, and his tone turned noticeably colder.

"Speak, then—what grievance do you have?"

Lü Yue shot a covert, sinister grin at Huanglong, then spoke with extreme wrongedness.

"Reporting to Master, this disciple followed your command, descended the mountain for training, and cultivated peacefully in the East Sea."

"Then that Chan Sect's Huanglong, relying on being a Senior Brother, suppressed me for no reason."

"Your disciple said he was a Jie Sect disciple, Fellow Disciples of the Three Sects, and a disciple of Saint Tongtian."

"Who would have thought that this fellow would disregard even Master's face and strike directly? Your disciple feels utterly wronged—and even more so, wronged on Master's behalf!"

Huanglong was momentarily stunned, then rage surged within him.

He was shocked by the other's skill in twisting black into white and shamelessness.

He quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said.

"Uncle Master, Lü Yue's words are nothing but a reversal of right and wrong."

"If he had cultivated peacefully, This Humble Daoist would never have had any dealings with him."

"It was Lü Yue who, relying on his status as a Saint's Disciple, flaunted his power and acted arrogantly and unruly."

"Cultivating the Poison Path, he showed no regard for the lives of the Sea Race. This Humble Daoist advised him kindly, yet he beat me severely for no reason."

"Had it not been for Junior Brother Xuandan's help, whether I could have returned to Kunlun Mountain is unknown. I beg Uncle Master to see clearly!"

As his words fell, the Eight Sceneries Palace grew even more silent.

Countless gazes shifted back and forth between Huanglong and Lü Yue.

Laozi and Yuanshi remained silent, their expressions calm.

All were waiting to see how Saint Tongtian would handle this.

Lü Yue, seeing no movement, was just about to add more fuel to the fire when—

Boom!!!

Saint Tongtian's oppressive aura shot straight into the heavens as he suddenly erupted in fury.

"Wretched disciple, silence!"

Chapter 36: Something Was Deeply Wrong—How Had the Situation Turned Out Like This?

Tongtian was no longer the gentle, lecture-giving figure he had once been.

His vast pressure surged out like a bursting flood, relentlessly battering against Lü Yue's body.

Lü Yue, a Golden Immortal, clenched his teeth, kneeling on the ground, his entire frame trembling.

He suddenly felt like an insignificant grain of sand among the three thousand worlds.

If Tongtian so much as conceived the thought, he could erase him completely.

Before Tongtian, he was no longer the mad scholar who had poisoned the East Sea—only an ant that could be annihilated at any moment!

He did not know why his Master had suddenly become so enraged.

He tried to speak, but the words lodged in his throat like a fishbone; he could not utter a single syllable.

Tongtian's icy gaze fell upon Lü Yue, angered by his failure, grieved by his misfortune.

He scolded him harshly, with the bitterness of a man disappointed in his own steel.

"As a Saint's Disciple, you do not follow the teachings of my Jie Sect, seizing a thread of life for all beings—instead, you bring calamity to the living."

"The facts are laid before you, yet you still dare to twist black into white before This Humble Daoist. What audacity!"

"Or do you truly believe that This Seat is unaware of your deeds?!"

The moment the words fell, Lü Yue felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss, his whole body chilled, cold sweat streaming down.

So...

His Master knew everything.

Tongtian continued.

"If you had truly cultivated well, This Humble Daoist would certainly have rewarded you."

"But you cultivated in the East Sea without regard for the lives of the Sea Race—such a deed, so injurious to Heaven's harmony—how do you intend to argue your way out of it?"

The voice, like rolling thunder, exploded beside Lü Yue's ear.

He pressed his forehead against the floor of the Eight Sceneries Palace, daring not utter a single word.

Tongtian was still blazing with fury, his voice cold.

"You committed such an absurd act, and yet you dared to do it under the banner of the Jie Sect."

"This Humble Daoist previously instructed that upon descending the mountain, you were not to claim yourselves as disciples of the Jie Sect."

"You spoke endlessly of obeying your Master's commands—was this decree nothing but wind in your ears?!"

Lü Yue, prostrate on the ground, was already trembling all over, swallowing again and again.

His heart pounded wildly with terror.

He tried several times to speak, but Tongtian's frigid glare forced the words back down his throat.

Meanwhile, among the many Jie Sect disciples.

Those who had used the Jie Sect's name to do things during their trials down the mountain were frozen stiff.

They all hung their heads, not daring to meet Tongtian's eyes.

Since joining the Jie Sect, they had never seen their Master so furious.

In the past, no matter what wrong they had done, their Master would always let it pass with a smile.

At most, he would offer a few words of admonishment, with no real punishment.

Today, they smelled something different—their Master was truly angry.

They trembled all over, not knowing what punishment awaited Lü Yue.

Tongtian swept his cold gaze over all the Jie Sect disciples.

Many of the guilty ones had already begun to shake.

Seeing such a scene, his anger only grew, and he truly realized how great the Jie Sect's problems were.

Tongtian let out a cold snort, making the hearts of all three sects' disciples present race.

"Before this, This Seat was too lenient with you."

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. My Jie Sect must change as well."

"From this day forward, anyone who uses the Jie Sect's name to do evil—death!"