Although Tongtian and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable were at odds.
Tongtian could still be relied upon when it came to important matters.
Surely he would not refuse to protect juniors like them.
However fiercely the Three Pure Ones fought, that was a matter for their generation.
When it came to the next generation, they would hardly take their grievances out on these juniors.
While the group was discussing this.
Tongtian descended from the sky.
He had not followed Daochen to the Heavenly Court.
Nor had he entered seclusion to cultivate.
These past days had given him quite a headache as well.
His feelings toward the Primordial Heavenly Venerable were complicated.
In truth, although Tongtian would hardly clap and cheer over his becoming a puppet, he did feel that he had somewhat gotten his just deserts.
Yet now that he had truly lost him, he felt the fox's sorrow at the rabbit's death.
After all, the Three Pure Ones were one, sharing the same blood and origin. How could he truly be so heartless as to remain indifferent to him?
That feeling had grown especially strong after his return to the Primordial World.
He had been keeping an eye on the Chan School disciples all along.
When they came together to Xuan Du's Eight Views Palace.
He had already known.
Yet he had never shown himself, not because he did not want to, but because he did not know how to face these martial nephews.
As long as they still called him martial uncle, he ought to involve himself in this matter.
And so, when Guangchengzi uttered the words "Martial Uncle Tongtian."
Tongtian's defenses crumbled.
He considered himself anything but indecisive.
But where affection was concerned, he could not be cold-blooded and heartless.
He had founded the Jade Void Sect and