On Mount Sumeru.
By the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Jieyin abruptly opened his eyes, his face, compassionate for countless eons, now filled with shock.
He had sensed it.
Deep within the mountain, Four Sword Lights shot into the sky.
Killing Aura surged like a tidal wave.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
It was the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!
"How is that possible?!"
Zhunti cried out, his voice hoarse.
"Isn't the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation in Tongtian's hands?"
"How could it appear beneath Mount Sumeru?"
"Xuandu!"
"It's Xuandu!"
He abruptly rose to his feet, golden light blazing around him.
His eyes were filled with fury and fear.
Fury, because Xuandu had intruded upon his sacred ground.
Fear, because the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation lay beneath his feet.
Jieyin said nothing.
He merely stared fixedly into the depths of the mountain, at the Four Sword Lights soaring skyward.
An indescribable chill churned within his heart.
Xuandu.
He had borrowed the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
Why had he come to Mount Sumeru?
He did not know.
But he knew clearly that whatever that Green Clad Figure was doing would surely shake heaven and earth.
It surely had nothing to do with them.
And surely... had everything to do with them.
"Junior Brother."
Jieyin spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Sit down."
Zhunti froze.
"Senior Brother?"
Jieyin looked at him, his gaze as calm as water.
"Beneath the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, none but the Four Sages can break it."
"Even if the two of us rush down there, we will only be courting death."
"We may as well sit and wait for him to come out."
Zhunti's entire body shuddered.
He looked at Jieyin, at those calm eyes that nevertheless revealed despair.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Yet no sound came out.
Courting death.
That was right.
Courting