Zhang Yu.
An inheritor of the Mystic Sage lineage of the Great Dao of True Martial, Daoist name [Ning Xiu], a True Lord's Blood Heir.
Traveling through the great void, he took one last look at Kunlun. The thunderbolt manifestations had faded completely, gathering only within the Sword Mound. That earth-shaking might of tribulation punishment had vanished.
"What a pity..."
This Calamity-Splitting Great True Person had been a truly outstanding figure. Through everything, he had held fast to his identity as a righteous cultivator, only to dash headlong against altar thunder, a Dao that could never be attained...
To mete out punishment on Heaven's behalf and judge all things-even an Immortal could not do that in this age.
Much less someone of the purple mansion realm?
Zhang Yu's heart was heavy. He was one of the few cultivators in his lineage who revered the methods of primordial beginning. Watching such an exalted master of altar thunder perish for nothing, just as he had once witnessed Deng Zhuoxin's death, he could not help feeling sorrow.
"What a pity... he took the wrong path."
Though aided by the power of Void-Stepping, he still spent considerable time returning to his sect's mountain gates in the Chu Lands.
Upon entering Blessed Sage Heaven, several young Daoists came forward to pay their respects. All were descendants of the Zhang clan. Calling him Ancestor, they asked about the attempt to attain the Dao at Kunlun.
Though good-tempered, Zhang Yu had no desire to say much now. He dismissed the juniors one by one and prepared to report back to the True Lord.
His true qi suddenly stirred.
It was as though water and fire had exploded within Zhang Yu's inner scenery, forcing him to vomit jade blood. At that very moment, every cultivator of true qi