Nuwa Can No Longer Sit Still, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation Descends! Shouyang Mountain.
Outside Eight Sceneries Palace, the void shattered, and the purple clouds were completely annihilated.
Shen Ni's pitch-black figure hung beneath the sky like a mountain.
His blood-gold eyes turned southward. The radiance of the three giant eyes in the direction of Mount Sumeru made his scales tremble faintly.
"Heavenly Dao Eye, Human Dao Eye, Earth Dao Eye."
"With all three eyes unleashed, Hongjun is fighting for his life."
Zhen Yuanzi stood at his side, his azure robes fluttering fiercely, his expression grave.
"Yuanshi's aura... has vanished."
"Taotie succeeded."
Nether River nodded, his crimson robes billowing.
"With Yuanshi dead, the Heavenly Dao's origin has lost another tenth."
"Hongjun won't be able to hold on much longer."
Shen Ni nodded and lowered his gaze toward the wretched, withered figure within Eight Sceneries Palace.
Laozi sat sprawled amid the ruins, the Taiji Diagram suspended above his head, its black and white lights flickering unsteadily.
That withered face was now filled with despair.
He had sensed the aura of Yuanshi's fall.
He had sensed the aura of the Chan Sect's ancestral grounds collapsing.
He had also sensed the aura of the Jie Sect immortals gathering at Mount Sumeru.
His Second Brother was dead.
His Chan Sect was finished.
His Dao Path had been severed.
Laozi slowly raised his head and looked at the rain of blood in the sky.
He looked at Shen Ni's pitch-black figure, at Zhen Yuanzi's fluttering azure robes, at Nether River's billowing crimson robes.
The corners of his mouth slowly split into a miserable smile.
"Second Brother... go in peace..."
"Your elder brother... will soon come to join you..."
Shen Ni lowered his gaze, with not a trace of pity in his blood-gold eyes.
"Laozi, when you