Zhunti had the least personal virtue of all the Saints. His skin was incredibly thick, and he often forcibly converted living beings, using "this treasure is destined for me" as an excuse to rob them of their magical treasures.
But!
In one respect, he also had the greatest public virtue.
At least where the Western Lands were concerned, he could be called selfless, even perfect.
Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones might not be willing to give everything for the living beings of the east. Their pride, for instance, was something they could not cast aside. But Zhunti... he was willing to brave boiling water and raging fire for the Western Lands, whatever the cost.
In Chaos.
Seeing his junior brother fall at Hongjun's hands, Jieyin clutched his chest, overcome with grief and agony. Then he stood up and spread his fingers. Whoosh! The Jieyin Treasure Canopy flew back into his grasp.
He and Zhunti were not blood brothers like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, nor had they been born from the division of a single Primordial Spirit like the Three Pure Ones. But the bond between him and Zhunti was no weaker than that of any pair of brothers in the world, even Dijun and Taiyi.
"Hongjun, pay for my junior brother's life!" The next instant, Jieyin launched himself forward, swinging the Jieyin Treasure Canopy down hard at Hongjun.
Powerful fluctuations of the Purification Law surged.
Looking at Jieyin courting death before him, Hongjun closed his eyes and said helplessly, "You... why must you force my hand?"
With that, Hongjun opened his eyes and swept his arm out. Destructive Demon Light and Purple Heaven Divine Thunder roared forth together.
Bang! The Purification Law was shattered, and the Jeweled Canopy was knocked from Jieyin's hands. The Destructive Demon Light and