In the Primordial Wilderness, within Xiqi's military camp.
At this moment, the morale of Xiqi's army was somewhat low.
They had suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle.
Even the fellow disciples Jiang Ziya had invited had been defeated.
Jiang Ziya knew it was unsuitable to fight again, so he could only withdraw the army and let them rest and recover.
Inside one tent, layer upon layer of restrictions had been set up.
Four Daoists sat facing one another.
Their faces were solemn.
They were four of the famed Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan School.
They were Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Samantabhadra Zhenren, Cihang Zhenren, and Juliusun.
"None of you wants to speak? Then I'll go first."
"If Taiqing Martial Uncle hadn't acted this time, I think we would all have been sent to the Investiture of the Gods List."
"It would have been fine if we could preserve a trace of our origin and enter Changsheng Heaven."
"I'm afraid we might instead be mercilessly slain, with a trace of our true spirit entering the Investiture of the Gods List."
"Not only would we be imprisoned for all eternity, but we would also have to serve that gatekeeper boy Haotian."
"Wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?"
Samantabhadra Zhenren was the first to speak.
Duobao had set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and all twelve of them had been trapped within it.
The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation truly deserved its title as the Primordial Wilderness's foremost killing formation.
Even when the Twelve Golden Immortals unleashed every method at their disposal and continually bombarded the formation's four gates with all kinds of divine abilities and treasures, it was useless.
At that time, they had experienced firsthand what despair truly meant.
Had Taiqing Martial Uncle not acted at the final moment, they