Xiqi military camp.
Randeng Daoren sat cross-legged atop a high platform, his expression as still as an ancient well.
When he saw Chijingzi being hurled out by Guangchengzi as a shield, body and soul annihilated, his True Spirit ascending the Investiture List, he did not even raise an eyelid.
In his eyes, Chijingzi's death merely added another name to the Investiture List and fulfilled another portion of Clarify Teachings' tribulation.
Nothing more.
Of those who could become Quasi-Saints and stand at the pinnacle of the Primordial Wilderness, which one was not cold-hearted, viewing all living beings as mere dogs?
Fellowship among disciples?
Before one's own path to the Dao, it was not worth mentioning.
What concerned him more was that Guangchengzi had actually been forced into such a predicament.
"Xuanyuan, Kong Xuan, San Xiao... Is Jie Teachings' fortune truly this prosperous?"
Randeng silently calculated in his heart.
Nearby, Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox Daji had transformed into were already pale with fright.
Though they too counted as Hunyuan, when had they ever witnessed such a world-destroying spectacle?
The strongest figures beneath Saints were fighting for their lives, Dharma treasures self-destructed, fellow disciples slaughtered one another, Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortals shed blood...
All of this far exceeded their imagination.
"Immortal Master... Elder Immortal Guangchengzi... he... he'll be all right, won't he?" Ji Fa asked in a trembling voice.
Guangchengzi was Xiqi's greatest support. If he fell, what could Xiqi use to contend against Great Shang?
Randeng did not answer, merely turning his gaze toward the distant West.
Mount Sumeru, Great Thunderclap Temple.
Saint Jie Yin and Saint Zhun Ti were also observing this battle.
When he saw Guangchengzi murder his fellow disciple, an undisguised smile appeared on Saint Zhun Ti's suffering-worn face.
"Senior Brother, what a splendid performance of