"This... this?"
That ragged, hunchbacked old Daoist stood atop a cloud. As a disciple beneath a Saint and an expert of the current Primordial Wilderness era, he was, for a moment...
Caught completely off guard and utterly baffled.
It exploded?
Not only had it exploded, it had...
In an instant, without giving him even half a chance to speak, burned itself utterly to ash!
What kind of move was that?
He had not come out and wandered the world for several tens of thousands of years. Had Daoist Sect Qi Refiners already become this wild?
He had said nothing more than the Western Teachings' usual opening line:
'Fellow Daoist, you have karma with our Western Teachings. We may naturally forge a karmic bond.'
Was that not normal? Was there something wrong with that?
Why had it turned out like this?
Why had it directly self-destructed its incarnation?
Could it be that their Western Teachings' covert efforts to sow discord among the Three Teachings had been exposed? If they had been exposed, then something must already have gone wrong. How could it...
"Heh."
While the hunchbacked Daoist was still doubting himself, he suddenly heard a cold laugh from behind him.
Only then did he realize that he had already been entangled by a strand of Dao rhythm. Heaven and earth, the ten directions and eight sides—the cosmos had been sealed by that Dao rhythm.
The hunchbacked Daoist was ordinarily quite shrewd. Trusting in his cultivation, he had not taken that Jie Teaching immortal Zhao at all seriously, and so had directly shown himself to stop the Sea God's incarnation and discuss a small matter.
But an unexpected change had suddenly arisen!
The Sea God had self-destructed, even his ashes drifting away, and Zhao Gongming seemed to have become... enraged because of