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

The moment the final word left his mouth.

The Jie Sect disciples felt a chill run through their bodies.

Those with prior offenses had their hearts leap into their throats.

Lü Yue, kneeling on the ground, was drenched in cold sweat.

Tongtian's indifferent gaze fell upon Lü Yue.

A hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes, but more than that, it was a frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.

Lü Yue's foundation and comprehension, when measured against the outer disciples of the Jie Sect, were among the foremost. Unfortunately, his nature was truly venomous.

Some trees that cannot be straightened must be uprooted entirely.

Because his roots were crooked, beyond any teaching.

A disciple like Lü Yue, left in the Jie Sect, could only be a scourge!

Tongtian's gaze toward Lü Yue gradually hardened, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Karma has its causes and effects. Today, This Humble Daoist will personally end Lü Yue, as a warning to others!"

As the words fell, Lü Yue instantly straightened his body, a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

His expression panicked, he shook his head repeatedly, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Master, give me another chance! I will never offend again!"

"You know your disciple's talent; before, my nature was insufficient."

"Now I understand—I will hold your teachings close to my heart and never repeat my mistakes!"

"Master, Master, I beg you, in the name of our past bond, spare my life!"

Even the Jie Sect disciples couldn't help but feel a trace of pity at Lü Yue's wretched state.

After all, they were fellow disciples, bound by sentiment.

Zhao Gongming parted his lips slightly, but Duobao beside him reached out to stop him.

Duobao's eyes were filled with nothing but coldness.

Karma—he had sown the cause, and now reaped the bitter fruit.

In his eyes, Lü Yue had brought this entirely upon himself; he had only himself to blame.

Opportunities had been given more than enough. It wasn't that Tongtian was cruel—it was that Lü Yue was useless.

Xuandan was also stunned by Tongtian's decisiveness.

At the same time, he sensed that this Uncle Master of his had changed from the impression he remembered.

As for what exactly had changed, he couldn't quite put it into words.

Tongtian closed his eyes, as if shutting out the pleas for mercy.

He waved his hand lightly, with not a trace of saintly might.

Lü Yue, still begging for mercy, scattered away with the wind.

His physical body and Primordial Spirit vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, it would seem as though Lü Yue had never been in this world at all.

Many Jie Sect disciples felt a pang of sorrow—some from genuine fellowship, others from a fox's grief over the hare's death.

Tongtian let out a soft sigh, then his face hardened once more.

His cold gaze swept back and forth across the Jie Sect disciples.

Those who had just breathed a sigh of relief tensed up instantly.

"Let those who have acted arrogantly and tyrannically under the banner of the Jie Sect step forward of their own accord."

"This Humble Daoist does not wish to say this a second time!"

The Jie Sect disciples exchanged uneasy glances, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

They had all just witnessed Lü Yue's fate.

If they confessed now, there might still be a chance for a turn.

But if Tongtian dragged them out, they feared they would end up keeping Lü Yue company.

After only three breaths, someone gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

With someone taking the lead, the psychological defenses of the remaining Jie Sect disciples collapsed entirely.

All those who had used the Jie Sect's name to throw their weight around stepped forward.

In an instant, several hundred Jie Sect disciples had gathered.

Tongtian's face darkened instantly, fury blazing within him.

Had he not looked, he would not have known; now that he saw, he was shocked.

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The problem children of the Jie Sect were truly this numerous.

It seemed he had never paid attention to this issue before.

Tongtian's cold gaze swept across the room as he raised his hand once more.

A cyan Sword Qi slashed through the offending disciples.

Screams rose and fell in succession, each aura growing feeble.

Some even had their eyes roll back as they collapsed unconscious.

Tongtian's indifferent voice echoed within the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"I strip you of one kalpa's worth of cultivation as a warning."

The surviving Jie Sect disciples, secretly relieved, bowed respectfully.

"We thank Master for his leniency!"

Tongtian gave a cold snort, as if fully venting the anger within him, his tone growing calmer.

"The Jie Sect was previously in disarray, and that was also due to This Humble Daoist's neglect in discipline, leading to disciples with talent but no virtue."

"This is This Humble Daoist's dereliction of duty. From today onward, This Humble Daoist will personally establish the Jie Sect's rules."

"If henceforth anyone dares to act arrogantly by virtue of being a Saint's Disciple and violates the Jie Sect's regulations..."

"Do not blame This Humble Daoist for disregarding our master-disciple bond and personally cleansing the sect!"

The Jie Sect disciples immediately fell silent in fear, bowing respectfully.

"We shall obey Master's decree!"

Xuandan, who had been idly watching the drama unfold from a corner, revealed a puzzled expression.

Hmm... something's off. Why is this plot developing differently?

According to the Prehistoric World novels from his past life, shouldn't Second Uncle Master be flying into a rage, then frantically shielding his disciples, and clashing with Master and Third Uncle Master?

Then, starting from disciplining disciples, it would spiral into a debate about their different paths, culminating in "Those with different paths cannot work together," and the Three Pure Ones would split apart.

After that, Third Uncle Master Tongtian would lead the Jie Sect disciples away from Kunlun Mountain and settle on Golden Ao Island, right?

So why is he reacting like this?!

Something's wrong—ten parts wrong, no, twelve parts wrong!

Xuandan stroked his chin, bewildered.

Just where did the problem lie?

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Xuandan stared with a puzzled look at Tongtian, who had suddenly become dutiful and selfless.

He suddenly realized that this Prehistoric World seemed to be developing in an unpredictable direction.

His advantage of knowing the Prehistoric World's course would be greatly diminished.

But then he reconsidered: if the Three Pure Ones remained harmonious and never parted ways...

Master was the strongest Saint, Second Uncle Master wielded the Xiantian Supreme Treasure Pangu Banner, and Third Uncle Master's Immortal Slaying Sword Array could not be broken without the Four Saints.

No matter how he thought about it, this outcome was far better than the Three Pure Ones splitting apart.

Xuandan immediately felt that this background could only be described in the Prehistoric World with two words:

Invincible!

The Three Pure Ones shared the same origin, their fortunes intertwined.

With their combined strength, the Prehistoric World had no opponent.

Yet, even as he rejoiced, he did not forget the Dao Ancestor's famous saying.

The grand trends of the world cannot be changed, but minor currents can be altered.

Thinking carefully, the Three Pure Ones splitting apart should also be a grand trend.

Whether changes would occur in the future, no one could say for sure.

Xuandan held no strong attachment to this matter; letting things take their natural course was fine.

Tongtian's stern attitude left the Jie Sect disciples trembling in fear.

Only after his words fell did he fall silent.

His expression returned to calm as he sat steadily on his Cushion.

Xuandan suddenly felt Master's gaze land on him.

He quickly cast aside his inner thoughts and stood obediently.

Laozi spoke unhurriedly.