Zhunti's incarnation had been forced down.
At the Golden Rooster Ridge pass, Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his Five-Colored Daoist Robe billowing in the fierce wind.
Several deep cracks split the wall beneath his feet, and traces of golden Sage blood still lingered deep within the mountain.
The scene from moments before remained seared into his eyes.
The God-Demon Phantom's six arms had descended together.
The Seven Treasures Buddha Light had shattered.
Zhunti's incarnation had plummeted from the sky and smashed into a deep crater in the mountain.
Kong Xuan remained motionless for a long time.
He had seen a Sage's incarnation fight.
He had also personally experienced Zhunti's Great Dream Heart Sutra.
That Dream Art, which bypassed the Five-Colored Divine Light and penetrated straight into his Primordial Spirit, had nearly dragged him into the Western Religion.
Yet now, another incarnation of Zhunti had been forced into the dust before everyone by Yang Jian, acting under a single edict.
The Hell Furnace had devoured all the Seven Treasures Buddha Light.
God-Demon Sealing had forcibly suppressed the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body.
Were such methods truly something a third-generation disciple of the Mystic Gate could wield?
Kong Xuan's gaze settled on Yang Jian's brow.
The Purple-Gray Dao Pattern there was fading little by little.
He saw it clearly.
Yang Jian's own cultivation had not surpassed the Quasi-Saint realm.
What truly made Zhunti wary was the will carried within that Dao pattern.
Guanjiangkou.
The Ruined Temple on Barren Mountain.
That Dao Venerable who had never truly acted himself.
Kong Xuan commanded the five elements origin. From birth, he had stood above countless beings of the Primordial World.
Phoenix Clan Royal Scion.
The first peacock between heaven and earth.
The foremost beneath the Sages.
He had heard these titles far too