"Hongjun! This Heavenly Dao of yours dares imprison me?!"
That roar tore across the shattered sky over Jiepai Pass, shaking cracks into the fear sealed within all beings' primordial spirits. Even the Dao patterns Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens thrashed in disarray.
Hongjun stood with his eyes lowered. Taishang and Jieyin lay among the broken rocks, gazing at Sect Master Tongtian with nothing but terror in their eyes.
Tongtian no longer drove his mythic great Luo Dao resonance against the Heavenly Dao's shackles.
He released all resistance.
The pressure, powerful enough to grind a Sage to dust, invaded his Dao body, crushed through his meridians, and pressed toward the depths of his primordial spirit.
Yet two sparks of Chaos ignited in his eyes, burning ever brighter.
Tongtian threw back his head and laughed. His laughter carried the taste of blood, and the pain of old hatred being torn open after so many years.
"You schemed against the Three Teachings, sat back and watched the Mystic Gate tear itself apart, and whittled away the Three Pure Ones' fortune to secure the foundations of your Dao orthodoxy."
He raised his eyes toward the Purple Heaven Palace Phantom, his smile pulling open the bloody cuts beside his lips.
"What a Dao Ancestor."
"What a teacher!"
The Heavenly Dao's pressure continued to descend, crushing fine cracks into the edges of the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram, yet Tongtian did not retreat a single step.
"My second elder brother, Yuanshi, prided himself on the Pangu orthodox lineage and despised those clad in fur and crowned with horns."
"So you pushed the boat along with the current, driving the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect ever farther apart."
"My eldest brother, Taishang, cultivated the Dao of non-action and spent his life preserving the Mystic Gate's dignity."
"So you