Shang Heyang said to Old Man Cangxu, "You attained the Dao a thousand years ago, Grandfather. Your divine powers are vast, your magic boundless. I can't be your only grandson—you have plenty of others."
Old Man Cangxu asked, "I have other grandsons? Where are they now?"
Shang Heyang pointed west. "Over in that direction. A band of villains has broken into your home and is slaughtering your other grandsons at will. Please hurry and save them, Grandfather! If you're too late, there'll be no saving them. Those villains will wipe out every last one of your grandsons!"
Hearing that his other grandsons were being slaughtered, Old Man Cangxu flew into a rage. As his anger surged, his body grew larger, until Shang Heyang looked like a doll beside him, cradled in his palm.
He had Shang Heyang guide him and flew back to Western Pole Mountain at top speed.
At Western Pole Mountain, the immortals were smashing through the Western Pole Religion.
Since the Western Pole Religion was "monotheistic," everyone from top to bottom worshipped Old Man Cangxu as their sole True Gods. Apart from him, there were only the twelve sect leaders who attended him, so there was no other god they could pray to now.
Besides the twelve sect leaders, there were thousands upon thousands of priests of every rank, Dharma Kings, and the sect leaders' disciples and grand-disciples. They poured out in swarms, staking their lives on defending their faith.
Shi Feiyang had brought far too many experts. Several were on the level of Heavenly Immortals, such as Divine Lord Lesser Yang, Ancestor Hollow Space, and Vibration Mountain Divine Lord. Though they were only Earth Immortals, their magical power was no weaker than that of Heavenly Immortals. Apart from the twelve sect leaders, killing the others was