While Red Cloud and Zhen Yuanzi discussed the scriptures and the Dao, Wind Cloud and the others also gained much from their travels through the Primordial World.
Somewhere in the west of the Primordial World, a sprawling complex of palaces stood atop mountain peaks amid the clouds. The palaces radiated brilliant golden light, glorious divine splendor, and an aura of immortality.
At the center of this sprawling palace complex stood the grandest hall of all, named Void Spirit Hall.
Void Spirit Hall was the cultivation abode of Void Spirit Daoist, a Daluo Golden Immortal of some renown in the Primordial World.
At this moment, Void Spirit Daoist sat cross-legged upon a cloud bed. A cyan treasure saber floated before him.
A strange, misty phenomenon emanated from the treasure saber, surrounded by an extraordinary current of energy. It gave off an edge so sharp it seemed ready to burst forth—it was the Lesser-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Wind-Chasing Blade.
"Bad news, Master! Someone has invaded the treasure vault! Our vault has been completely ransacked!"
An anxious cry came from outside.
Void Spirit Daoist opened his eyes, golden light flashing within them. He put away the Wind-Chasing Blade and rushed out of the hall.
"What did you say?!"
When he heard that someone claimed the treasure vault had been looted, Void Spirit Daoist initially thought he had misheard.
Once he confirmed that the treasure vault truly had been robbed, Void Spirit Daoist could no longer sit still. He immediately gathered tens of thousands of troops.
The leaders were all Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.
The theft of the treasure vault was no small matter.
As the most heavily guarded place, if this place could be robbed, would the sect's defenses not be as full of holes as a sieve? Would the Void Spirit