The few remaining disciples of the Three Sages Sect were utterly shaken, hiding away in some forgotten nook to evade the pursuit of evil spirits.
Ever since arriving here, they had fallen straight from their ideals into harsh reality. The Three Pure Ones had discovered that the evil spirits here were simply too fierce.
They had originally been brimming with ambition, intending to slaughter their way in all directions. Instead, the evil spirits had beaten them so badly they fled in disarray. Of their already few disciples, scarcely any remained alive.
They themselves had not fared much better, nearly meeting their end in the west. Had they not run fast enough, they would have been finished long ago.
Even now, they had only killed a few evil spirits around the fifth level of Primordial Taiji, and it had taken every ounce of their strength. Their target of one hundred thousand merit points remained impossibly far away.
At that moment, they hid in the shadows and gazed up at the projection deep in the sky, their faces filled with shock.
"This thing..." Laozi mused, racking his brain to recall what it was.
"Could it be..." Suddenly, inspiration struck him, and an astonishing light flashed in his eyes.
"I know. This is the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor!"
"The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor? What kind of figure is that?" Tongtian asked in confusion. After all, he was not a native of the True Realm and knew little of its affairs.
Laozi shot him a look and rebuked him, "I always told you to read more ancient texts and learn about the True Realm, so you would not end up like this—encountering an opportunity and not even recognizing it."
After scolding him, Laozi recounted the deeds of the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor.
Once he