The Devil Dao?
How was that possible?
Towering waves surged through Jieyin's heart.
He was numb.
Utterly numb.
Just a moment ago, Zhunti's divine sense transmission had been perfectly clear and adamant-Luohu was dead, once and for all.
His dao body had shattered, his Devil Dao laws had dissipated, and not even a wisp of his remnant soul remained.
Zhunti had witnessed it himself, done it with his own hands.
They were both Primordial Daluo Golden Immortals, born of the same root and source, originally one.
What Zhunti perceived, Jieyin perceived.
If Zhunti said Luohu was dead, there could be no mistake!
Every word of a Sage's transmission carried the weight of a thousand tons. How could it be wrong?
Yet now...
That Devil Dao aura spread over Vulture Peak, coiling among the disciples' corpses, cold, savage, and pure to the utmost degree.
And it was undeniably real.
So real that even Jieyin, a Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal, could not deny it.
The contradiction drove into Jieyin's heart like a sharp blade, leaving him momentarily at a loss.
Jieyin surveyed his surroundings, his blazing gaze sweeping every inch of space across Vulture Peak.
His expression was dark and still as deep water.
His lips moved slightly, and at last, he spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet it carried the supreme might of a Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal, exploding over Vulture Peak like a muffled thunderclap.
"Bastard!"
"Who dares wreak havoc in my Buddhist School?!"
His furious shout reverberated across hundreds of millions of miles.
Buddha light flared over Vulture Peak, and Jieyin's might poured forth as though tangible, shrouding the entire mountain in a murderous chill.
Though the surviving Buddhist School disciples turned pale beneath that might, they also felt somewhat reassured.
Master had stepped in.
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