"This method lies outside the Primordial World Dao Canon?"
The compassionate smile on Zhunti's face finally faded.
The phantom of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree hovered in his palm, its seven-colored treasure light flickering.
That sweep had carried the sage Dao resonance of this avatar of his, and had also drawn upon a thread of the Western Teachings' fortune.
Yet the furnace behind Yang Jian had swallowed it.
Swallowed it clean.
Not even a wisp of Buddha light had escaped back to him.
Before Xiqi Camp, Jiang Ziya gripped the God-Beating Whip, his knuckles white.
Nangong Shi and the others stood frozen, forgetting even to breathe.
That was Saint Zhunti's avatar.
That was the Dao resonance of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
Yet Yang Jian had swallowed it all in a single furnace!
Yang Jian stood outside the camp gates, his Black Armor fluttering, the Purple-Gray Dao Seal between his brows burning slowly.
He did not retreat.
Nor did he say another word.
He bore his master's edict.
Kong Xuan would remain at Golden Rooster Ridge.
The Western Religion was not permitted to take him.
The coldness in Zhunti's eyes eclipsed his compassion inch by inch.
"An evil art outside the tribulation, and you dare sully the treasure light of my Western Religion."
His fingers tightened.
The phantom of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his palm shuddered violently.
The next instant, he directly ignited all the sage Dao resonance within this avatar and poured it into the treasure tree.
Boom!
The light of the seven treasures—Metal, silver, lapis lazuli, giant clam shell, agate, coral, and amber—shot into the sky.
Seven-colored divine radiance intertwined into a long river spanning the heavens, its pressure throwing the laws above Golden Rooster Ridge into turmoil.
Jiang Ziya's expression changed sharply.
"Retreat!"
But it