Randeng Wants to Defect

Back in those days, how glorious had their Chan Teachings been?

When their Twelve Golden Immortals walked through the Primordial Wilderness, which one of them had not been escorted before and behind, with Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage?

Let alone ordinary Rogue Cultivators—even Quasi-Saint cultivators had to be polite when they saw them and respectfully address them as "Exalted Immortal."

But now?

Their Master, Primordial Heavenly Venerate, had only just fallen, his bones not yet cold, and these ants who had once not even dared to breathe loudly were already impatient to jump out and trample them underfoot.

When the tiger fell to the level plains, it was bullied by dogs.

This enormous fall from grace made these proud and arrogant Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings feel worse than if they had been killed.

"Things that don't know life from death! Once I go out, I'll turn every last one of them to ash!" one Golden Immortal roared, about to charge out of the Great Hall.

"Stop!"

Guangchengzi shouted sharply and blocked him.

His expression was likewise ugly to the extreme, but as Senior Disciple Brother, he had not yet been overwhelmed by rage.

"The situation outside is unclear. Don't act rashly!" Guangchengzi stared fixedly beyond the Great Hall, his divine sense passing through the Mountain-Protecting Array to probe toward the source of the voices.

In the next instant, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, at some unknown point, tens of thousands of living beings had already gathered in a dense mass.

A black, crushing expanse blotted out the sky and covered the sun, banners unfurling, killing intent surging into the heavens.

Among these people were Demon Kings with horns growing from their heads, aquatic races clad in scales and armor, demonic cultivators with eerie auras,