Daoist Jieyin gazed at the phantom of the platinum World Tree, a rare ripple surfacing in the depths of his eyes.
If he could obtain this incomparably wondrous heaven-and-earth spiritual root, the entire Western Religion would benefit without end.
He formed seals with his hands, Golden Light emerging from his palm as he viciously struck toward the World Tree.
As for the immortal formation before the World Tree, he paid it no heed. Without that Mystic Sect Other Shore presiding over it, it could not hold out for long.
His Causal Glazed Buddha Light descended upon the immortal formation. In an instant, it inverted cause and effect. From the depths of the formation, boundless pure Buddha Light seemed to arise, slowing the formation from within.
Yet at that moment, a mass of cloudlight suddenly manifested in the void above.
Upon the cloud, a figure in white robes appeared first, holding a divine banner.
His features bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Yang Huai's. At that moment, he shouted.
"Old thief, I calculated long ago that your thieving heart had not died! Take a blast of Chaos sword qi from me!"
With a slight urge of the divine banner, what seemed like boundless chaotic power gathered and transformed into an axe-light that hurtled toward Daoist Jieyin.
At the same time, figures clad in purple and azure Daoist robes respectively manifested in the surrounding directions.
Taiji flowed around the purple-robed Daoist, and a Taiji Diagram appeared in his hand.
Expressionless, he merely unfurled the Taiji Diagram in his hand. A white jade golden bridge likewise manifested, faintly capable of suppressing the ten directions of space-time and turning them into primordial chaos.
Matchless, majestic divine power locked onto Daoist Jieyin's true body.
Behind the azure-robed Daoist, four streams of sword qi