"When our Peacock Venerable arrives, Jiang Yun, you'll learn what happens when you offend the Soul River!"
"Jiang Yun, just wait for Peacock Venerable's wrath! When the time comes, you won't escape even with wings!"
To them, Jiang Yun's actions were a blatant challenge to the Soul River's authority. The white peacock, Peacock Venerable, was one of its supreme powerhouses, his strength unfathomable.
Once he arrived, Jiang Yun would face a terrifying calamity. He would be punished severely.
The Heavens and Myriad Realms watched the turmoil. Perhaps Jiang Yun was about to unleash an even greater storm.
The Dao Ancestors denounced Jiang Yun, fury filling their eyes as their voices reached the battlefield.
Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng's spirits lifted, but after his lips twitched for a moment, he still did not dare provoke Jiang Yun with more threats.
Before another Dao Ancestor arrived, he would be the one taking the beating.
Yet Jiang Yun faced the denunciations raining from every direction with the same stern expression. There was no fear in his eyes; if anything, a hint of anticipation lurked there.
Within the eighteen abysses deep in the Underworld, and throughout the Heavens Sacrificial Sea, the Underworld's Dao Ancestors fought or recovered from their wounds, hidden in various worlds.
These Dao Ancestors had no territories of their own in the Underworld. Instead, ancient halls loomed through the mist of Chaos in rifts of time and space.
When news of Jiang Yun's suppression of Dao Ancestor Gui Du emerged, the Underworld's Dao Ancestors awoke from seclusion one after another. Laws wove across the sky above the Underworld, and waves of pressure surged.
"Good! Well done, Dao Origin!"
A Dao Ancestor in black robes, holding a bone scepter, clapped and laughed. The ghostly green flames around him leaped wildly with his laughter.