Within Lingyun Peak's cave abode, Chaos Energy Flow silently surged.
Xuandu sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion, his green robes gently fluttering, black hair like ink cascading over his shoulders.
His eyes were slightly closed, his mind as tranquil as an abyss. Only the Chaos Colored Martial Dao Rune deep within his Purple Mansion slowly revolved, drawing in and exhaling the Hunyuan Dao Rhyme within the cave abode, so dense it was nearly tangible.
He had naturally sensed with perfect clarity the Sword Intent soaring into the heavens from Biyou Palace and that utterly undisguised resolve to protect a disciple.
Master Tongtian was declaring to the Great Wilderness Saints that the Jie Sect stood with Xuandu.
"Master has been thoughtful."
Xuandu murmured in a low voice. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and warmth flashed through his eyes.
Tongtian's protectiveness of his disciples was known throughout the Great Wilderness.
To protect his disciples, he had dared to set up the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation and make enemies of the Four Sages. Such boldness and determination were rare even among the Saints.
With such a master stationed there, the Jie Sect could make Myriad Immortals Come to Court and enjoy flourishing fortune.
"As for the Saints' schemes..."
Xuandu's gaze turned slightly cold as it swept across Kunlun Mountain, Western Mount Sumeru, and even Wa Huang Palace Outside Thirty-Three Heavens.
Yuanshi's killing intent, the West's greed, Nuwa's resentment, Laozi's silence...
Though the waves of Spiritual Sense, overt and covert alike, tried their utmost to conceal themselves, under Xuandu's Zenith Heaven Spiritual Sense, they remained as clear as lamps in the night.
"Just a pack of clowns."
Xuandu slowly shook his head, neither sad nor happy.
Over a hundred years of planning, employing a step by step strategy at every turn, he had