The Chasm Between Victory and Defeat; The Four Saints Shatter the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation

After the great battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals Array came to an end, the Jie Sect would likely need long ages to recover its former glory after this clash, and its road ahead was bound to be beset with hardships.

At the same time, within the Zhuxian Sword Formation, in that scarlet forbidden domain, the Holy War had yet to cease.

Inside the formation, Sword Qi condensed from Killing Intent still surged without end, and the four towering sword gates shook from time to time, letting out metallic clangs.

On the Bagua Platform, Tongtian Sect Master's daoist robe was stained with dust, his hair bun slightly loosened. Holding the Qingping Sword, the sword intent around him was sharp and fierce, yet it could not hide the sorry state he was in.

He fought four alone, facing the joint suppression of Laozi, Yuan Shi, Nüwa, and Jieyin;

Even with the advantage of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he had still been battered into scrambling left and right, defending more than attacking.

His saintly Dao Body had gained Dao wounds.

Yet a Saint's Divine Sense illuminated all the heavens and perceived the tiniest details.

The collapse of the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, the dispersal or weakening of countless familiar Auras;

And that Five Elements Dao Rhyme that had finally smoothed away everything—how could any of it evade his perception?

Ever since he had proven the Dao and become a saint, he had preached the Dao, taught, accepted disciples, and instructed all without discrimination. Only after countless Yuanhui had he finally accumulated that magnificent scene of "Myriad Immortals Come to Pay Homage."

Yet in this short span of time, they had fallen in swathes, dispersed, or been abducted.

A sense of loss unlike anything before gnawed at Tongtian Sect Master's saintly heart.

Thinking