By the time Qing Xuanzi and the others arrived, the Three Sects Disciples had already been planted with the Demonic Path by Luo Hou.
Like mad demons, they slaughtered across the Primordial World. The twenty-five Hunyuan Golden Immortals Qing Xuanzi had painstakingly nurtured
were killing everywhere.
The human race suffered the greatest losses.
Qing Xuanzi's face turned ashen as he gritted his teeth. "Luo Hou, you cannot escape. I will cast your divine soul into the Nine Underworlds and make you endure heart-piercing torture for hundreds of millions of years."
"Junior Brother Qing Xuanzi, the urgent matter is to save these disciples. They are the pillars of the Mystic Sect and must not be destroyed."
Laozi's face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. Who could have expected Luo Hou not to flee, but instead return to the Primordial World?
Qing Xuanzi, however, was filled with fury. Pointing at the sky, he cursed, "Heavenly Dao, this is the Demonic Path you insist on protecting.
Fine. From this day onward, my human race will withdraw from the Primordial World and leave it to the Demonic Path you wish to protect."
Thunder rumbled continuously through the sky. Heavenly Dao was enraged.
Qing Xuanzi laughed in anger. "You still have the nerve to be angry? Go die."
After saying this, Qing Xuanzi brought out the Blessing Seed and began inscribing an oath: The Primordial World did not need Heavenly Dao, and would never need Heavenly Dao.
When Hongjun saw the oath Qing Xuanzi was inscribing, he was so horrified that his soul nearly fled his body.
"Stop, disciple! The Primordial World needs Heavenly Dao. Are you trying to kill your master?"
"Master, you will not die. But Heavenly Dao must die today. What use do I have for such a brain-dead