Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

Seeing the fear on Tongtian's face, Laozi showed no pity and simply stepped forward slowly.

Tongtian gritted his teeth, and the four swords of the Zhuxian Sword Formation moved simultaneously. The four sword energies of green, white, red and black merged into one, empowering the Qingping Sword, and thrust it towards Laozi.

A black dot suddenly appeared in the void, instantly swallowing all the surrounding space. A blue lotus bloomed, its petals composed of densely packed sword energy, resembling a sword lotus. The lotus heart was subject to birth, death, illusion, and rebirth, endlessly cycling. With each birth and death, the sword energy multiplied. This was a world where only swords existed.

A sharp, cold light burst forth, and the saints couldn't help but close their eyes. Even Yaochi turned her head away, not daring to look anymore. Although this sword did not pierce them, it made them feel the chill from their very souls.

There was not much pressure; it was just an ordinary sword strike, yet it could completely obliterate a saint from his very essence, leaving no trace.

"Interesting." A hint of meaning appeared in Yang Mei's eyes as he gently moved the willow branch in his hand, shielding the saints from the sword energy.

Haotian flicked his finger, protecting all the immortals and gods in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. As for Jieyin and Zhunti, who were too close and whose eyes were bleeding from the stab, they were not within his consideration.

Hongjun nodded in agreement: "The power of destruction, ending everything, this Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was truly the right choice for him. Even Rahu couldn't achieve this back then."

"Unfortunately, it was still suppressed by the realm. This sword is powerful, but it cannot fight against opponents several levels higher."

As Laozi effortlessly struck with his crutch, without a trace of fire or smoke, only the yin and yang energies swirling around him, the Tai Chi phantom flashed by and the Qingping Sword was knocked away. Tongtian's eyes revealed a look of shock, and his wrist and even half of his body felt sore and numb.

Laozi swept his coiled dragon crutch lightly, dispersing all the malevolent energy on the four swords of Zhuxian. They then fell powerlessly, and the great formation instantly collapsed.

With the third strike, Laozi swung his dragon-shaped crutch upwards, striking Tongtian directly on the chin. A piece of gleaming white jade fell to the ground, and Tongtian flew backward, his mouth full of blood.

The saints' eyelids twitched violently; the attack was ruthless!

If I'm not mistaken, Fellow Daoist Tongtian's teeth have been knocked out!

Haotian clicked his tongue: "Three clenched fists shatter the Intercepting Sect's dream!"

Hongjun glanced at him helplessly, and the other saints also looked like they wanted to laugh but dared not, and could only purse their lips tightly.

The three emperors looked rather solemn, but could only sigh.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken, and the Xuan Bird exploded. It then regained its original size, but was only one-tenth of its original size, and flew towards Chaoge on the verge of death.

Tongtian's momentum instantly weakened after losing the support of the two great formations, and he became somewhat listless.

The disciples of the Jie Sect in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation had bloodshot eyes, and even the disciples who had been taken away by Zhunti turned their heads away, unable to bear to look anymore.

"Stop harming my master!" Two women shouted fiercely, their killing intent filling the air. The four phantoms merged into one, and a small tower crashed down on Laozi. It was none other than the Golden Spirit Mother, who was forcibly holding onto her last breath.

Another woman had a serene face, but her brows were now filled with anger. She was none other than the Holy Mother Wudang. Two round beads flew out from her hands, leaving winding traces in the void, and quickly caught up with the Four Symbols Pagoda.

The No Return Pearl flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the two were within arm's reach of Laozi. Just as the Four Symbols Pagoda was about to smash into them, Laozi didn't even blink.

A wide sleeve swept over lightly, dimming the spiritual light of the Four Symbols Pagoda and the Pearl of No Return. The two Holy Mothers felt an overwhelming force assail them, causing their chests to deflate.

"Pfft—" Blood gushed from the mouths of the two men, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Tongtian screamed in agony, his voice trembling with tears: "Second Brother, don't kill them!"

Yuanshi snorted coldly, pointed his hand, and the necks of the two Holy Mothers instantly stretched out, making it extremely difficult for them to breathe. Their faces turned red, as if invisible ropes were suspending them in the void. Divine light surged, preventing the two from falling into a deep sleep.

The remaining disciples in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation felt as if their hearts were being torn apart. This was their direct disciple from the Jie Sect, and also their senior sister who had taught them supernatural powers and techniques!

As they stepped forward one by one, carrying their weapons, Yuanshi gave a light snort. All the disciples who remained on the Jie Sect's side were suspended in the void by invisible ropes. This made Longji and the others' eyelids twitch, and even Lianyin and Zhunti couldn't help but move a little closer.

"What a deep bond between master and disciple!" Yuanshi seemed to exclaim, yet also mocking, "It makes me look like a villain!"

I'm disciplining my younger brother, and others dare to interfere?

He picked up the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand and said coldly, "For the sake of these wicked creatures, you have disregarded your own path of cultivation. Have you ever thought of me and my elder brother!"

"For their sake, I'll see how many blows you can withstand, and let them see with their own eyes how much you, as their master, have endured for them!" With that, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi was thrown out.

"Thump—"

The sound of metal clashing rang out instantly, particularly jarring in the silent space. Tongtian's forehead swelled up with a large bump as Laozi's coiled dragon crutch lashed down on him, causing Tongtian to cry out in pain repeatedly.

Yuanshi's eyes reddened, and his eyes were filled with hatred. You disregarded yourself for the sake of your disciples. What will happen to your foundation after the Great Tribulation?

Brother and I haven't considered this at all. Today, we'll teach you a lesson!

The sun, moon, and stars converged, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, though clearly a blunt weapon, was like a short staff in Yuanshi's hands, constantly lashing at Tongtian's face.

The disciples of the Jie Sect were all filled with tears. They couldn't even faint, nor could they put up any resistance. They could only watch helplessly as their master was brutally beaten by his two senior uncles.

Master is a saint, acting on behalf of Heaven. How can he suffer such humiliation!

The disciples of the Jie Sect were so filled with hatred that their eyes turned bloodshot, and even Yaochi on the other side turned her head away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Nuwa's eyes flashed with pity, and she couldn't help but speak up: "Senior brothers, please stop! Senior Brother Tongtian is, after all, a Heavenly Saint. If you humiliate him like this, how will he have the face to lead the great sect in the future!"

Lao Tzu remained calm and silent, but his hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

Yuanshi, taking a moment to spare, looked at Tongtian's bruised and swollen face, hardly recognizing him as the renowned Tongtian Sect Leader of the prehistoric world, and his heart softened for a moment.

But a glance at the Jie Sect disciple beside him hardened his heart instantly: "He is a Heavenly Saint, immortal and indestructible. How could I possibly kill my own brother?"

"As for saving face for him?" Yuanshi sneered, his voice filled with hatred. "Today, I will strip him bare before all living beings in the primordial world and see how he will still have the face to lead a great sect."

"In the future, I will take half of the fortune from the Chan Sect for his cultivation, and then the Jie Sect will be completely destroyed!"

"No—" Tongtian was so shocked that he sat up abruptly, as if he were on his deathbed. These were the only disciples left in his Jie Sect!

"How dare you talk back!" A cold glint flashed in Yuanshi's eyes. His chest was filled with anger. Without even using the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, he slapped Tongtian across the face, making Tongtian's head turn to the side.

After an unusually loud sound, even Yuanshi was stunned. Tongtian stopped, lowered his head, covered his cheek with his right hand, and felt the feedback from his cheek.

It wasn't very painful, just a tingling, almost numb feeling of heat.

The tingling and hot sensation was a novel feeling for him.

Tongtian blinked, and tears finally fell. Heaven and earth let out a mournful cry. The Qionghua flowers within a radius of ten thousand miles slowly closed, and the spiritual trees folded their branches. An inexplicable sense of sorrow permeated the air.

The sage shed tears, and Heaven and Earth were moved.

He watched as all the saints in the void rose to their feet, and some immortals and gods had their eyes flickering, but dared not raise their heads to look.

The sun cast its rays, and the lingering turbid energy danced and swirled in the sunlight.

Tongtian felt his ears ringing and his mind was completely blank.

"Second Brother, hit me!" He looked at Yuanshi with a stubborn gaze, but without a trace of hatred.

Yuanshi opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

He knew that Tongtian wasn't referring to what had happened before; the earlier reprimands were from an elder brother, but this slap...

Yuan Shi's mind trembled, even his lips were shaking. What would his younger brother think of him?

Will I come to hate him completely because of this?

"Yes!" Yuanshi, seeing Tongtian's weakened state, hardened his heart instantly, turned his head away, and said, "This humble Daoist is going to beat you!"

"Twelve Golden Immortals, heed my command! If any disciple of the Jie Sect dares to set foot on Kunlun Mountain in the future, my disciples of the Chan Sect will kill them instantly, and afterwards banish their primordial spirit to the Nine Netherworlds to be burned for countless eons!"

"Yuanshi, how cruel you are!" Tongtian's expression began to harden. He gave a sorrowful smile, "My disciple is also your junior disciple!"

"What did you call me, huh?" Yuanshi's eyes widened in anger, but his expression calmed down. "Try calling me Yuanshi again!"