A Palm Subdues an Emperor

Once, between four towering peaks.

Vast black clouds shrouded Eastern Sumeru. Before the True Buddhas themselves, a figure in dark robes soared into the sky and stood before the Three Immortals Sect, cutting down nearly ten Great Freedom Bodhisattvas of the Bodhi Sect in succession!

He had brought endless glory to the immortals, suppressing the monks single-handedly and leaving those arrogant, overbearing baldies without even the courage to raise their heads.

With a single doctrinal debate, he had established his position as foremost among the myriad immortals.

Though the Bodhi Sect had opposed it desperately from top to bottom, the immortals had never abandoned the idea of elevating this young man to the highest seat. They could all imagine that if Shen Yi became the Immortal Emperor, the Three Immortals Sect would surely usher in an unprecedented golden age.

But now, this man had reappeared before the immortals—only to stand on the opposing side.

The expressions of the immortals were complicated.

There was fury at having been toyed with in his palm, as well as fear of that boundless universe from the past.

Many wished to question what the Three Immortals Sect had ever done to wrong him, that he would defect from the sect so resolutely.

Xuanwei Zi slightly raised a hand, suppressing the unrest among the immortals. He drew a deep breath and stared at that figure. He opened his mouth, wishing to urge the other man to turn back before it was too late, but in the end, he swallowed the words again.

At this point, there was already no road back.

It was truly regrettable...

"Set the Myriad Immortals Formation and aid the Emperor in capturing the demon emperor!"

Xuanwei Zi suppressed the trace of complexity in his eyes and gave the order in a deep