When Yuanshi Tianzun arrived at Guanjiangkou with murderous intent, the entire Barren Mountain fell silent.
Nine Yuqing Dragon Shadows coiled among the clouds.
The Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage hovered above the Ruined Temple.
The chaotic edges hanging from the Pangu Banner sealed the void within a hundred-mile radius, inch by inch.
Before the temple, Xiaotian Dog crouched low, a growl rising in his throat.
A grain of incense ash landed between his brows.
His four trembling paws instantly steadied, and he actually braced himself against the Sage's pressure, baring his teeth at the sky.
Yuanshi Tianzun lowered his gaze.
Moss-covered stone steps.
Half an old door.
A few broken roof tiles.
And a clay Divine Statue hidden within the dim main hall.
Covered in dust and cobwebs, the statue's features were worn and mottled, as though the world had long since forgotten it.
Yet the moment Yuanshi's Sage's Divine Thought touched it, a purple-gray blankness blocked him.
No karma.
No allotted fate.
Nor any Heavenly Dao records.
The chill in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes deepened.
"Guanjiangkou."
"So you've been hiding here all along."
As his voice fell, the vegetation outside the temple bowed low in unison.
Mountains and rivers lost their voices.
The flowing waters stopped.
Only the Ruined Temple still stood silently at the end of the stone steps.
Yuanshi Tianzun stepped out of the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage.
Yuqing Saint Light descended toward the stone steps before the temple.
Hum!
The incense ash on the ground lit up soundlessly.
A ring of purple-gray Dao patterns spread out, forcibly blocking the saint light and stopping his foot three feet outside the temple.
Yuanshi Tianzun's expression turned utterly cold.
Ever since he had become a Sage, All Spirits in the Primordial World had bowed before the Yuqing Saint Light.
Now, incense