Shouyang Mountain.
Eight Sceneries Palace.
Laozi sat motionless on his cloud bed. The Purple Purity Dao Light around him had dimmed to a haze, and his withered face was ashen.
He gazed toward the East Sea, at the celestial visions filling the sky, the Three Thousand Chaos Demon God Illusory Shadows, the purple qi stretching across hundreds of millions of miles, and the golden lotuses blooming everywhere.
His eyes, once serene and free of worldly cares, now held nothing but a bottomless, lifeless gloom.
"High-grade Chaos Demon God..."
He murmured under his breath, his voice hoarse as a Fierce Ghost:
"He actually reached such a realm..."
He remembered the past.
Back then, Xuandu had joined the Interception Sect as no more than a young Human.
He, Laozi, Grand Pure Sage and heir to Pangu's orthodox lineage, had stood high above the Great Wilderness, looking down upon all creation.
He had never taken that junior seriously.
But what about now?
The Human Sect was finished, and the Kongtong Seal was gone.
Xuandu, meanwhile, had attained the Dao in a hundred years, mended the sky and supported the heavens, and now possessed the pedigree of a High-grade Chaos Demon God.
As for Laozi, his cultivation had plummeted, and his Dao Path had dimmed.
"Pfft!"
Laozi spat out a mouthful of Purple-Gold Saint Blood!
His body swayed, and he sank onto the cloud bed, his aura completely thrown into disarray.
The last trace of color drained from his withered face.
Kunlun Mountain.
Jade Void Palace.
Yuanshi stood before the palace gate. The Jade Purity Immortal Light around him flickered unsteadily, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hovered over his head, its radiance dim.
He gazed toward the East Sea, at the celestial visions filling the sky, the Three Thousand Chaos Demon God Illusory