After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Above the sky, ten thousand golden lotuses bloom, and auspicious clouds fill the air.

But this extraordinary phenomenon, which originally represented the blessings of the immortals, was now shattered by a raging inferno.

Ju Liusun stood on the cloud, his eyes, which were originally half-open, were now wide open, and his eyes seemed to spew out tangible fire.

His gaze was fixed on the towering flagpole at the top of Jiepai Pass.

There stood his most prized disciple, Tu Xingsun, swaying pitifully in the wind like a piece of dried-out cured meat.

The body was twisted and the death was so gruesome that even he, a Golden Immortal who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but shudder.

Beneath Tu Xingsun's corpse, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, and Huang Tianhua, the three outstanding figures of the third generation of the Chan Sect, were locked in cages like livestock awaiting slaughter, each one dejected and devoid of any immortal demeanor.

"You brat! This is outrageous!!"

Ju Liusun roared in anger.

This sound was no longer the ethereal celestial music of the past, but a thunderous roar mixed with the terrifying magical power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Rumble—!

The clouds covering thousands of miles were shattered in an instant, and the sky above Jiepai Pass seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

The terrifying sound waves transformed into visible shockwaves, crashing violently against the defensive array of Jiepai Pass, creating ripples that filled the sky.

This is the Great Golden Immortal.

He transcends the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements; his anger can change the very fabric of heaven and earth.

On the city walls, countless soldiers defending the city were unable to stand under the absolute suppression from the level of life itself, collapsing to the ground, bleeding from their mouths and noses.

That feeling was like an ant facing the overwhelming sky, where even breathing became a luxury.

Even Xu Gai, the deputy general, was pale-faced and trembling as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes in despair.

It’s over.

This kind of power is simply beyond human resistance.

However, in the heart of this terrifying, apocalyptic atmosphere, atop the crumbling city walls, there lies a "sacred place."

Xiao Wuji remained seated at the antique tea table, the white jade teacup in his hand not even rippling.

Faced with Ju Liusun's earth-shattering roar, he merely frowned slightly, not out of fear, but out of disdain that the noise had disturbed his enjoyment.

"Kuo Noise."

Xiao Wuji gently put down the teacup, the porcelain cup clinking against the table with a crisp "ding".

The sound was extremely soft, yet it eerily pierced through the thunder and lightning, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his deep, abyss-like eyes calmly gazing at the furious Ju Liusun in the clouds.

There was no awe, no panic, only an undisguised disappointment.

"I thought that the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who were known for following the will of Heaven and the people and enjoying a peaceful and carefree life, must have been quite distinguished."

Xiao Wuji's voice was calm, yet every word was precious and resounded through the heavens.

"What I saw today was truly disappointing."

Upon hearing this, Ju Liusun, enraged, laughed coldly: "What a sharp-tongued remnant of the Jie Sect!"

"You killed my beloved disciple and dishonored my sect. If I allow you to leave with a whole corpse today, I will not call myself Ju Liusun!"

Xiao Wuji seemed not to hear his threat. His gaze was sharp as he looked Ju Liusun up and down, as if he were evaluating a piece of porcelain with serious flaws.

"A weak and unstable aura is an illusion created by elixirs; being entangled in karma is the foolishness of being unaware of one's impending doom; and one's mind is even more restless, easily becoming enraged and losing one's composure at the slightest setback."

Xiao Wuji shook his head, his tone carrying the sigh of an old master looking at an apprentice.

"It seems that the so-called Jade Void True Transmission has only cultivated a few magical powers, but has not cultivated even a fraction of the Great Dao."

"You have the name of a Great Luo Immortal, but not the substance. You think you can attain Quasi-Sainthood? That's just wishful thinking."

These words are a hundred times more vicious than any venomous curse.

It directly negated the achievements of Ju Liusun's cultivation over countless millennia, tearing away the fig leaf of the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect who were high above others!

"Shut up!!"

Ju Liusun was completely devastated. To be commented on like this by someone he considered a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect was an utter disgrace.

"Today I will show you the true power of the Great Luo! What an insurmountable chasm it is!"

Ju Liusun suddenly waved his right hand, and a golden light shot out from his sleeve.

The golden light swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into an ancient azure dragon tens of thousands of feet long.

Innate spiritual treasure—the Immortal Binding Rope!

This is not the imitation that Tu Xingsun had that could only bind people, but the natal spiritual treasure that Ju Liusun had refined over countless eons.

The azure dragon was constructed entirely of Daoist runes, and each scale emitted terrifying fluctuations that imprisoned time and space.

It roared as it swooped down, freezing the void in its wake, as if it wanted to refine Xiao Wuji and the entire Jiepai Pass into nothingness.

Faced with this devastating attack, Xu Gai was terrified out of his wits.

But Xiao Wuji remained seated.

He didn't even intend to get up; he simply extended a finger and tapped the table lightly.

"rise."

Spit out a word.

Rumbling--

A deep, muffled roar suddenly echoed from the depths of the entire Jiepai Pass.

That wasn't an earth dragon turning over; that was the roar of an ancient demon god!

Suddenly, twelve bottomless ravines split open in the ground around Jiepai Pass, and twelve scarlet beams of malevolent energy shot into the sky, instantly weaving into a massive, blood-red net that blotted out the sun.

【Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation (Incomplete Version)】—Activate!

This malevolent energy is neither innate nor acquired; it is the supreme malevolent energy left over from the beginning of creation, when the physical body of the great god Pangu transformed into all things.

This formation is specifically designed to corrupt the primordial spirit and destroy spiritual treasures; it is the nemesis of all cultivators!

"roar--!"

The ten-thousand-foot-long azure dragon, formed from the Immortal Binding Rope, was plunged into the blood-red giant net as soon as it entered its range, as if it had been trapped in a swamp of billions of tons of mud.

The golden light, which was originally incredibly vibrant and capable of imprisoning time and space, began to dim and become unclear under the erosion of this ancient and malevolent energy.

The azure dragon let out a painful cry, its massive body twisting and struggling wildly in mid-air, but no matter what it did, it could not fall even an inch further!

The attack, which was powerful enough to destroy everything, suddenly stopped a hundred feet away from Xiao Wuji's head.

Xiao Wuji sat at the center of the surging evil energy, his robes spotless.

He looked up at the trapped azure dragon, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then gave his final assessment.

"The magic weapon is a good magic weapon, but unfortunately the person using it is too stupid."

"Ju Liusun, is this all you've got?"

Above the clouds, Ju Liusun looked at his natal spirit treasure, which was tightly trapped. Faced with the murderous aura that made his primordial spirit feel pain, a trace of horror finally flashed in his angry eyes.

The aura of the Witch Clan? How is that possible?