Mount Taiyi shattered Peng Chongjian's final remnant and sank into the depths of Calamity Water.
This mountain had long since been refined into Peng Chongjian's Dharma artifact. It gathered, then shattered; shattered, then gathered again. Now, no one would ever raise it again.
The man who had carried this mountain away from the battlefield back then vanished today—but he had not died today.
The moment the Mountain-Moving True Person ascended to become True Monarch Blood River, the soul named Peng Chongjian had already died forever.
The three words "Peng Chongjian" belonged to the Blood River Sect's protector who declared, "Before Blood River, there was still a boundary—allow me to stand here"; to the foremost of Mountain-Moving, who dared challenge Bodhi Evil Ancestor with True Insight cultivation... Yet they were only a meaningless name.
Everything represented by that name had long been devoured clean, swallowed whole.
Meng Tianhai could not even be bothered to spare them a glance. He merely looked indifferently at the four Dao Derivation cultivators present, regret in his voice. "We could have ended this farce peacefully. You could have left safe and sound."
"You've been barely clinging to life for fifty thousand years, you old turtle. You don't think living long makes you formidable, do you?" Si Yu'an sneered. "Today truly is a farce. This Pavilion Master would like to see just how you intend to keep me from leaving safely!"
That blade of cogon grass which had sent Mount Taiyi flying leisurely turned, its tip pointing directly at Meng Tianhai.
With that turn, heaven and earth fell solemn. Sinful slaughter churned through the Mortal World, Calamity Water rolled in waves, and billows raced after one another. In that instant, muddy currents and clear currents alike, every single spray of water turned. Their crests were like sword