Clang!
A clear sword cry rang across the sky as four divine swords, radiating the baleful aura of slaying immortals and gods, tore through the air and hovered overhead.
"If you insist on going, I won't stop you."
Sect Master Tongtian pushed the Four Swords of Zhu Xian forward. His expression turned grave. "Take the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation with you! If that old demon tries anything, set up the formation and tear the entire Kunlun Mountain range out by the roots!"
Qin Mu looked at the four swords, their murderous gleam laid bare, and shook his head with a rueful laugh.
He reached out and gently pushed them back.
"Master, leave the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation in Penglai to safeguard the Interception Sect's Fortune."
"To deal with one Primordial Heavenly Demon, the Grass Sword in my hand is enough."
With that, Qin Mu wasted no more time. Beneath his feet, an azure-gold divine lotus of the Great Dao burst into bloom.
A neat doorway of azure light split the void. He stepped through and vanished without a trace.
High on the cliff, Sect Master Tongtian stood alone in the sea breeze. Gazing into the empty void, he murmured to himself.
"That brat's temper is even more domineering than mine was back then..."
Meanwhile, deep in the northwest of the Primordial Continent.
Kunlun Mountain, once a sacred land of the Mystic Gate where Ten Thousand Immortals Paid Homage amid swirling Auspicious Clouds, had become a sunless demon realm of slaughter.
Black demonic clouds from the Nine Netherworlds blotted out the sun, staining the sky for hundreds of millions of miles as dark as ink.
Mountain ranges lay broken and spirit springs had dried up. In their place, ravines of the Abyss ran thick with demonic blood.
Deep within the hall