The Karma of the Primeval Great World

The atmosphere instantly froze. Ling Yun stared at the smiling old Daoist across from him, his gaze gradually sharpening.

Casting aside his usual calm and easygoing manner, he suddenly rose to his feet, an overbearing aura that stood above heaven and earth, ruling all beneath the sky, surging around him.

Staring at Daoist Tianming, he asked, "Immortal gods?"

Daoist Tianming suddenly smiled. "Why should Your Majesty concern yourself with such things? This old Daoist is different from those immortal gods."

"The Heavenly Realm?"

Ling Yun's gaze turned razor-sharp. It was as if two blazing suns rose and fell within his pupils. At this moment, his cultivation fully recovered, and he became that supreme Heavenly Lord once more.

Heaven and earth changed abruptly. The lively tavern before them, along with all its clamorous noise, vanished without a trace.

The two appeared amid an ancient forest in the Desolate Mountains. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, with faint peals of thunder rumbling within them.

Daoist Tianming was still holding a chicken leg, grease all over his mouth as he ate. He showed no panic whatsoever, still smiling as though nothing had happened.

"You have something I want?" Ling Yun asked.

As time passed, the aura around him grew ever more terrifying. This ancient world itself seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

He raised his right hand. Winds and clouds churned across the heavens as dazzling golden light scattered the dark clouds and shone down. A colossal golden sword tore through the air, stretching across the sky.

The enormous golden sword occupied the entire firmament, even larger than the mountain range beneath their feet. Its tip pointed directly at Daoist Tianming.

Facing such a grand and terrifying killing move, Daoist Tianming showed no alarm. Only after finishing the chicken leg in his