Disliking the Disciple for Being Too Slow at Battering the Heavenly Court, the Master Personally Snaps Off a Brick!

Southern Jambudvipa.

A barren mountain.

A ruined temple.

Inside the temple, the divine statue had long since collapsed, covered in spiderwebs and a floor full of dust.

Only the dilapidated offering table right in the center remained somewhat clean.

Before the offering table, a young man wearing a plain cyan robe was lazily propping up his chin and looking at a light mirror suspended in the void before him.

The scene presented within the light mirror was precisely that of the Thirty-Three Heavens, before the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

From Yang Jian shattering the Heavenly Gate with a single punch, to the Star Dou Great Array being roared to pieces, and then to the Queen Mother sacrificing the Plain Cloud Boundary Banner.

Everything was portrayed with absolute clarity, as if one were personally on the scene.

This man was naturally the mastermind behind all this, the master of the Ruined Temple, Gu Changqing.

"Sigh."

Watching Yang Jian fall into the Illusion Realm within the light mirror and the Queen Mother laugh with frantic triumph, Gu Changqing could not help but yawn, letting out a disgusted sigh.

"Dawdling and dragging their feet."

"It's just fighting the Heavenly Court, how did they manage to make it so strenuous?"

In his view, this second disciple of his was good at everything, except that sometimes he was too persistent in using his own strength to solve problems.

Physical Body Power was undeniably tyrannical, but when facing such bizarre methods involving the Divine Soul and laws, it was ultimately prone to dragging down the tempo.

Especially since the opponent also held an Innate Spiritual Treasure with decent might.

"This woman called the Queen Mother is quite interesting, though."

Gu Changqing's gaze landed on the Queen Mother, a hint of playful amusement adding to his lips.

"She's