Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.
Deathly stillness, oppression, despair.
The Saint's Dao Field that had once shone with ten thousand beams of immortal light and a thousand strands of auspicious color now seemed as if it had been scoured for millions of years by the Yin Wind of the Nine Netherworlds, every corner seeped with bone-piercing cold and deathly aura.
Inside the Great Hall, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, True Person Yu Ding, True Person Taiyi... the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Clarify Teachings, along with Immortal Official Nanji and Yun Zhongzi—beings who had once been so glorious and so arrogant throughout the Primordial Wilderness and the Three Realms—now all looked like dead dogs with their spines ripped out, slumped one by one on their cattail mats, faces ashen as death.
Their gazes were hollow, their Dao hearts shattered, as if half of their three souls and seven spirits had been lost.
Just now, at the very instant Primordial Heavenly Venerate had been utterly erased by the Spear of Destruction, True Spirit and all.
From the depths of all their Primordial Spirits had come an indescribable agony, as though the heavens had collapsed.
That was the most fundamental karmic connection between them and their Master being completely severed.
Their greatest backer, that Saint master who had sheltered them from wind and rain, who had allowed them to act without scruple and regard all living things as straw dogs—Primordial Heavenly Venerate...
He was truly gone.
Not like Haotian, who could still revive after falling from his Saint Position, but completely and utterly erased from this world.
Body and spirit extinguished.
"Wh-what... what do we do?"
True Person Huanglong was the first unable to bear this pressure. His voice carried a sobbing tremor, and his whole body shook like chaff in a sieve.
"Master... the old