Human Race, Shouyang Mountain, Eight Views Palace.
As Tongtian sent forth his sword light, the pill fire within the furnace before Taishang flickered gently. Taishang slowly opened his eyes, and the Taiji Diagram emerged behind him. A stream of yin-yang qi shot forth, flying westward.
"Receiving Guide, Zhunti, this time, you have crossed the line."
Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
Yuanshi raised his eyes toward Mount Sumeru.
The Pangu Banner fell into his hand.
The next moment, a streak of Chaos Sword Qi slashed out from Kunlun's main peak, sweeping across a sea of clouds for ten thousand miles before descending directly outside Mount Sumeru.
Yuanshi's voice reached the west alongside the sword qi.
"Planting spies in our Mystical Sect—do you think we are so mild-tempered?"
Outside Mount Sumeru, the ten thousand golden lotuses drew together more solidly, yet the Buddha light upon them was no longer as dazzling as before.
For the first time, the auras of Saints collided so clearly beneath the heavens of the Primordial World, startling all its mighty figures into turning their eyes toward western Mount Sumeru.
At the foot of Mount Sumeru, Bitter Bamboo, kneeling on the ground, felt the clash above him at the level of Saints and was so terrified that he did not dare lift his head.
Seeing the Three Pure Ones act at once, Receiving Guide spoke calmly.
"Three senior brothers, Bitter Bamboo willingly left the Interception Sect and joined our western faith. Why must you be angered?"
Zhunti spoke as well.
"Indeed. Bitter Bamboo has already left the Interception Sect and come west in search of a path to survival. If senior brothers still insist on pursuing the matter, would that not be beneath a Saint's bearing?"
Tongtian stood within Sword Gorge on Gold Turtle Island and spoke slowly.