Tongtian's Fury, Late Primordial Unity Golden Immortal

"Jieyin, how dare you deceive me like this?!"

At the critical moment when the golden light filling the heavens and the Buddhist swastika divine patterns were about to forcibly alter Xuan Liu's Primordial Spirit memories completely—

"Rumble!!!"

The sky of this space suddenly shattered inch by inch.

Two streams of incomparably pure clear qi, carrying the power to sever past and future—

Descended across the river of time with a thunderous boom, tyrannically arriving within this space.

As the clear qi transformed, all manner of heavenly and earthly phenomena erupted wildly of their own accord.

Beneath the stream of clear qi on the left, countless golden lotuses burst forth from the ground.

Upon every lotus, the intent of Taiji, Liangyi, and the Four Symbols flickered in and out of view.

They forcibly crushed those Western blissful lotuses into specks of dust between heaven and earth.

Within the stream of clear qi on the right, countless exceptionally fierce azure sword rays erupted.

Sword intent ran rampant, shattering space inch by inch wherever it passed.

"Swish, swish!"

The clear qi gathered, and two saintly phantoms that stood between heaven and earth swiftly manifested.

One was white-haired and clad in a Taiji Yin-Yang Daoist robe, his expression calm and composed. It was Supreme Elder Laozi.

The other had sword-like brows and starry eyes, with an earth-shaking sharpness radiating from his entire body. His saintly eyes were fixed tightly upon Daoist Jieyin. He was none other than the Interception Sect's leader, Tongtian Cult Master.

"Master! Eldest Martial Uncle!!"

At the sight of these two phantoms, an indescribable surge of ecstasy flashed through Xuan Liu's heart.

His taut Dao body and rigid spine gradually relaxed at this moment.

He understood that, under the Western Saint's scheme—

A turning point had finally arrived.

"Many thanks, Elder Brother, for taking action this time and helping my treasured disciple resolve this calamity."

Tongtian Cult Master's saintly phantom gave a Profound Sect salute.

Then he suddenly turned around.

The instant he touched that wisp of Daoist Jieyin's divine sense, he roared, "Jieyin! You are, at any rate, a Heavenly Dao Saint who made forty-eight great vows."

"Yet now, for the sake of a junior disciple of my Interception Sect who is merely a mid-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, you have committed such a shameless and vile deed!"

If not for his elder brother suddenly discovering that the Profound Sect's fortune had declined—

And then using great divine abilities to deduce that Xuan Liu, his fifth personal disciple, was suffering the corrosion of the Western side sect—

He would likely still have been completely kept in the dark by those two martial brothers!

Faced with Tongtian Cult Master's undisguised supreme fury, which nearly threatened to overturn heaven and earth throughout the Primordial World—

Daoist Jieyin's divine sense, which had been forming the flower-plucking hand seal and smiling as though Xuan Liu were already in his grasp—

Now stiffened fiercely upon that bitter, sallow face like a dried gourd.

No matter how he calculated, he had not expected Supreme Elder Laozi's attainments in deduction to be so profound.

Even after the two Western Saints had joined forces to conceal the heavenly secrets—

He had still discovered that Xuan Liu had fallen victim to their scheme.

This was bound to bring them more or less some trouble.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, please quell your anger for now."

Daoist Jieyin flicked his long sleeve aside and pressed his palms together as he explained, "This matter is purely a misunderstanding. This poor Daoist sent this wisp of divine sense to the East Sea not to break the rules and forcibly seize a worthy talent from your sect."

"Rather, this poor Daoist sensed in the unseen that this Martial Nephew Xuan Liu was fated with the West. Thus, I came only to impart some of the Western Sect's supreme wondrous methods to Martial Nephew Xuan Liu and form a good affinity."

Upon hearing Daoist Jieyin's stubborn, sophistical excuses, Tongtian Cult Master flew into a complete rage, saintly power erupting wildly around him.

What did he mean, fated with the West in the unseen?

And he wanted to impart supreme Western methods and form a good affinity?

What qualifications did those crooked paths and heterodox ways of the West have to compare with his Shangqing wondrous methods?

The two were simply beyond comparison.

"Utter nonsense!"

Tongtian Cult Master's face darkened as he said through gritted teeth, "Does imparting wondrous methods require concealing the heavenly secrets?!"

"Does it require using your conversion method to forcibly convert my disciple's Primordial Spirit?!"

How could he possibly listen to such shameless explanations?

He had finally taken in such a treasured disciple—one with monstrous talent and profound fortune—

A disciple who could even selflessly offer the Twelve-Petal Pure World White Lotus to the Dao lineage.

And now, that bald donkey from the West had nearly pried him away and turned him into a puppet!

Such a shameless act, one that touched the lifeblood of the Interception Sect—

Had completely pushed this Shangqing Saint, who commanded slaughter and warfare, to the brink of rampage.

"Jieyin, it is one thing for your Western Sect to be barren and backward, but under the great trend of the Heavenly Dao, you dare stretch your hand right to the gates of my Interception Sect on Golden Ao Island!"

Tongtian Cult Master let out a roar and said furiously, "If I do not give your Western Sect a lesson today that you will remember for the rest of your lives—"

"The great powers of the Primordial World will think that anyone can bully my Shangqing Dao lineage!"

With that, his movements were exceptionally swift and decisive.

The Shangqing phantom raised two fingers of his right hand as a sword and casually slashed through the air at Daoist Jieyin's wisp of divine sense.

"Rumble!!!"

Hundreds of millions of azure sword rays, radiating endless majesty and formidable auras—

In the span of an instant, surged like an enraged tide and completely engulfed Daoist Jieyin's phantom.

Without the slightest suspense, they directly shredded that wisp of Daoist Jieyin's saintly divine sense into nothingness.

"Crack!"

As that wisp of Daoist Jieyin's saintly divine sense completely returned to nothingness—

This vast white space, formed through the dream-entering art—

Could finally no longer endure the tearing of the supreme sword intent, and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The saintly phantoms of Supreme Elder Laozi and Tongtian Cult Master gave Xuan Liu a slight nod in the void.

Then they both transformed into clear qi that filled the sky and vanished completely.

"Boom!!"

Xuan Liu's consciousness instantly returned to his body. He drove the ocean-like Shangqing Dharma power within him—

And crashed fiercely against that barrier in his cultivation.

"Rumble!!!"

As a deep and majestic roar resounded through the clouds—

That barrier representing the late stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal did not even withstand a single breath before shattering into pieces.

Dao laws tempered him; his joints thundered.

The phantoms of three thousand divine kingdoms revolved and intertwined behind his head, steadily becoming more solid.

At this moment, the torrents of Dharma power and vital energy within Xuan Liu swelled madly by hundreds and thousands of times.

The pressure radiating from his entire body completely crossed the vast gulf between clouds and mud.

He had finally broken through his shackles and smoothly advanced into the late stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

"I've finally broken through to the late stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. It truly wasn't easy!"

Xuan Liu's eyes lit up as he murmured.

Who could have imagined that a perfectly ordinary secluded cultivation session to break through to the late stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—

Would draw the Western Sect's scheme and nearly result in him being converted into a puppet.

Fortunately, Master and Eldest Martial Uncle had appeared in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

It seemed that he would have to keep a lower profile when traveling through the Primordial World in the future.

He only wondered how Master would handle this matter.

With Master's temperament, he would not directly storm Mount Sumeru, would he?