Five Immortals Mountain.
Whoosh—
Five streaks of light plummeted from the horizon in panic.
The radiance faded.
Five slightly illusory figures emerged.
They were precisely the five True Persons who had returned in defeat from Chang'an.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it all!!!"
The instant he landed, Red Toad True Person let out a shrill roar.
The others wore equally dreadful expressions.
Though upon reaching the Tower-Climbing Realm, the Primordial Spirit became the foundation, while the physical body was no more than clothing that could be discarded at will.
Still, clothes... came in different grades.
This was an innate body one had carried from the womb, one that had accompanied them from an ordinary mortal, step by step, through String-Hearing, Lotus-Seeding, Lamp-Lighting...
It was like clothing worn for many years. Even if it had become tattered, every fold fit one's heart perfectly.
And now.
That clothing had been stripped away and torn to pieces.
Even if they reshaped their bodies in the future.
It would never feel the same in the end!
"If I do not avenge this grievance, I swear I am no immortal!"
At the center of the main hall.
Yellow Centipede True Person sat with a face as dark as water, saying nothing.
He occupied the seat of honor, coldly watching the four people below lose their minds.
His Primordial Spirit had suffered the gravest injury.
The pain of those fists smashing into his face still lingered in his mind. Whenever he recalled it, the bones around his brow seemed to ache faintly.
Yet compared to the destruction of his body, compared to that mad girl's tyranny.
What left him more speechless was this group of so-called Dao companions before him.
Yellow Centipede True Person narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the four of them one by one.