Zhun Ti trembled with rage, his eyes nearly bleeding.
The painstaking efforts he and his senior brother had poured in over countless eras, the Western sacred ground they had relied on to become Saints and establish themselves, had been utterly uprooted today by Qin Mu and Haotian joining forces!
From this day onward, they had truly become homeless wandering ghosts.
Beside him, Jie Yin's face was waxen-yellow, like a sheet of white paper, while his gaze was so sinister it seemed about to freeze over.
"Qin Mu is trying to wipe us out completely, leaving us no way out at all."
Jie Yin clenched his teeth, his voice hoarse as sandpaper grinding. "He has seized all authority over the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. He intends to turn the entire Primordial Wilderness into an impregnable domain of his Jie Teachings."
"Senior Brother, what do we do now?" Zhun Ti was sweating profusely in panic. "The Western Teachings are gone, our Fortune has been severed. What can we use to fight for the Immortal Seed?"
At the summit of Mount Sumeru, fierce winds howled as they swept yellow sand through the air.
Several dry cracks had split open across the bottom of the dried-up Eight Treasures Merit Pool, while all the surrounding spiritual trees had turned into ashen, withered branches.
Zhun Ti sat atop the Black Lotus, clutching his faintly aching chest. Saint blood dripped from his chin onto the cracked earth, producing a sizzling, scorched sound.
His shriveled face was full of despair and savagery. He stared fixedly at the eastern horizon, his molars grinding loudly.
"Senior Brother, are we really just going to accept this?"
Zhun Ti raised a hand and wiped the bloody froth from the corner of his mouth, his voice rasping like sandpaper. "Back