Before Jiepai Pass, killing intent burned until the void turned white.
The Pangu Banner in Yuanshi Tianzun's hand had already risen. Heaven-Opening Divine Fiendish Qi churned out, and the space of Chaos outside the Immortal Slaying Formation formed and perished layer upon layer, only to be torn into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
The Two Sages of the West stood on the other side. The Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit shed ten thousand streams of golden radiance, while the branches and leaves of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swayed. Seven-colored treasure light roamed outside the formation's gate, ready to sweep deep into the sword formation at any moment.
The Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda hovered above Taishang Laojun's head. Mysterious yellow qi fell in a thick curtain, shielding him so tightly that not even a breath of wind could pass through. He held his flat crutch crosswise, Dao patterns already rising and sinking at its tip.
The Four Saints' auras interwove, trapping Sect Master Tongtian at the center of the formation.
Only a hair's breadth remained before the great battle erupted.
Sect Master Tongtian held the Qingping Sword. Mythic Great Luo Dao Resonance flowed through his robes, keeping the bindings cast down by the Four Saints outside his body, layer by layer.
He gazed at these former fellow disciples before him. There was no fear in his eyes, only a clarity settled over long years.
After today, the name of the Three Pure Ones would be closed away by the years.
The Mystic Gate's old order, too, ought to reach its end.
He would tread across the dust left by the old world's collapse and open another path for all living beings with his own hands.
Just as the sword qi was about to erupt,