A Soul Lamp Extinguished, Golden Immortals Stirred; Fury Descends to Seek Blood Vengeance

Clouds and mist lay like tufts of silk over the summit of Green Peak Mountain. Outside Purple Sun Cave stood two towering white-jade qilin, each a zhang tall. The purple silk banner hanging above the cave entrance fluttered in the mountain wind, and the two embroidered characters "Qingxu" glimmered with a faint golden light.

This was the cultivation abode of Qingxu Daode True Lord, a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.

The cave's bluestone floor was spread with cloud-patterned carpets, while luminous pearls embedded in the walls cast shimmering radiance over ritual whisks, pill furnaces, Jade Ruyi, and other magical artifacts resting on the racks. A faint trace of sandalwood incense drifted through the air, lending the entire grotto-heaven both solemnity and an air of pure elegance.

At this moment, the lean-faced Qingxu Daode True Lord sat cross-legged on a cushion in the center of the cave, half a scroll of Daoist scripture spread across his knees, his eyes slightly closed.

He was doing his utmost to calm his heart and still his breath, trying to suppress the killing intent he held toward Zhao Cheng.

These past days had truly been far from smooth for him. His disciple Huang Chengyu had first been captured by Zhao Cheng, even having his personal magical treasure seized. When word reached the Chan Sect, Qingxu Daode True Lord had lost all face before his fellow disciples.

Even he, who had always possessed a tranquil state of mind, had become somewhat agitated because of it.

Not to mention that his thousand years of cultivation had already accumulated no small number of trials of the heart. Now that the great tribulation of heaven and earth was approaching, the aura of slaughter throughout the universe was steadily thickening. Golden Immortals like him, on the verge of undergoing