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

I said: When cause and effect are reversed, they will backfire!

Haotian's voice resounded throughout the void, and the laws of the emperor emerged from his body. A huge golden phantom suddenly appeared behind him, dressed in imperial robes, with a majestic face and eyes that seemed to hold the long river of destiny flowing through them. Everything was already destined under his gaze.

Everything in the void froze as his words fell. The five mysterious lotuses were frozen in the air, then turned back and transformed into a five-colored whisk, which he lightly flung down at Jieyin.

Each strand of the whisk seemed heavier than Mount Tai, and it also exuded a sharpness that could easily cleave through the void. It swung down towards the guide's face with what appeared to be slow speed.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Zhunti swung the Seven Treasures Tree repeatedly, but it did not stop the Xuanlian whisk at all. Jieyin's eyes were filled with fear. He felt that he was locked on by the whisk. Although this thing was his spiritual treasure, he could not control it in the slightest.

No matter how his divine sense fluctuated, the Five-Colored Mystic Lotus Duster did not respond to his call. His body formed a defense with magical power, and a small white lotus appeared. Haotian could tell that it was only an acquired spiritual treasure, and a small mirror, a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, also appeared in his hand.

Jieyin gritted his teeth, slapped his forehead, and a pagoda-shaped spiritual treasure appeared, covering himself. This was his companion spiritual treasure, and also the treasure he used to sever the three corpses—the Jieyin Treasure Banner.

But all he did was in vain. Jieyin watched helplessly as his defenses crumbled like paper under the attack of his whisk. The Xuanlian whisk slammed down lightly, and Jieyin screamed in agony.

"Senior brother—" Zhunti's mournful cry echoed in the void. Jieyin covered his face with his hands, and blood could be seen seeping out from between his fingers. As he removed his hands, his entire face turned blood red, and it could be seen that the flesh had been cut open by the whisk, and in some severe places, the bone was visible.

With tears in his eyes, Zhunti carefully channeled his magic power into the wound. He only suffered superficial injuries; Haotian only wanted to embarrass him and did not use his full strength. But his senior brother was different.

Jieyin was panting heavily as his magic power continuously repaired the injuries on his face. He knew that Haotian had done it on purpose, as revenge for him striking first.

As the five-colored lotus whisk prepared to strike again, Zhunti channeled all his magical power into the Seven Treasures Tree, unleashing a massive beam of seven-colored light. Jieyin also extended his withered hand, a space forming within it, and softly uttered a single word: "Illusion!"

His palm suddenly grew larger, radiating a dreamlike and illusory true meaning, carrying the meaning of ultimate bliss and freedom. He took the Xuanlian whisk that had been brushed by the Seven Treasures Tree into it and suppressed it. A look of surprise flashed in Haotian's eyes. Is this the famous dream-based Dao-proving supernatural power?

However, it is still in its early stages and should not be underestimated.

"Junior brother, what kind of supernatural power is this?" Jieyin breathed a sigh of relief. The bloodstains on his face had disappeared, leaving only numerous wounds, which looked particularly terrifying.

Haotian pursed his lips, not letting himself laugh out loud. He had heard a saying: "I'll scratch you into potato shreds!"

Nowadays, the guides have truly turned into potato shreds, only they've been brushed with a whisk.

"Golden words, a divine power created by this humble Taoist." Haotian glanced at Zhunti sideways, his eyes filled with disdain. To deal with you, this humble Taoist doesn't even need to use his divine power.

Zhunti opened his mouth, a look of dejection flashing in his eyes. He really couldn't withstand such a supernatural power with the support of his cultivation. Even his senior brother suffered a great loss. Although there was an element of carelessness, defeat was defeat!

"Junior Brother's talent is beyond my reach!" Jieyin said calmly, as if he hadn't just been injured.

Haotian became wary. This guy was truly capable of swallowing insults. He had just been injured and lost face, yet he could still talk to him calmly and even praise him. His temperament was not to be underestimated.

He would never have been able to bear such a humiliation, since he had never suffered any disgrace since birth, and with his master protecting him, no one would dare to treat him like this.

Haotian's eyes flashed with a cold light. "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring!"

He had no doubt that if given the chance in the future, these two would definitely take revenge. They were only acting this way now because they realized they were no match for him.

Haotian didn't speak, but stared intently at the two of them. Last time at Zixiao Palace, he wanted to get rid of them, but was stopped by the Heavenly Dao. Now was a good opportunity. He wrapped strands of law power around his fingertips and slowly walked forward.

Jieyin's expression suddenly changed. He saw the overwhelming killing intent in Haotian's eyes. Zhunti nervously gripped the Seven Treasures Tree, exchanged a glance with Jieyin, and the two began to retreat quietly.

Looking at that murderous intent, the two of them felt a chill run through them, sensing that they were about to die.

Footsteps sounded as Haotian stepped forward. Jieyin and Zhunti's faces gradually turned pale, their swollen faces devoid of color. Haotian's footsteps seemed to pound on their hearts.

"Do not kill them. Ten thousand years before the Three Lectures begin, come to Zixiao Palace alone." As Haotian raised his finger, his body suddenly stiffened. Hongjun's voice rang in his ears, causing a storm to surge in his heart.

Why!

Almost again!

Last time it was the Heavenly Dao, and this time it's actually the Master. Does that mean these two can't be killed?

"Junior brother..." Seeing the power of law dissipate from Haotian's fingertips, Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief and said timidly, "I know I was wrong."

The dreamlike space in Jieyin's palm reappeared, ready to be unleashed at any moment. Even though Haotian stopped, he dared not make a rash move.

Haotian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, calmed his thoughts, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and then looked at the two calmly: "In the future, do not recklessly perform acts of salvation in the East."

"Yes! Yes!" the two replied hastily.

"You are the Bodhi Tree of the Golden Spirit Root. Hand over a section of the Bodhi Tree trunk from your original body. If it can be planted, you also have twelve Bodhi seeds."

Zhunti looked troubled. He could take out the Bodhi seeds, but the Bodhi branches would cause him great damage. If he handed them over, he feared he would not make any progress before the third sermon.

"Senior brother, the Bodhi branch has damaged me too badly. I still have a top-grade spiritual root Bodhi tree. How about I give it to you?"

Seeing Zhunti's obsequious manner, Haotian said coldly, "Don't test my patience. You're not qualified to bargain with me. Then hand over your superior spiritual root as well."

Seeing the impatience in his eyes, Zhunti shut up in frustration, and with a wronged expression, took out a miniature Bodhi tree and twelve white jade-shaped Bodhi seeds, which emitted a series of Daoist auras and had a refreshing feel.

Haotian looked over, his gaze carrying a heavy pressure. Zhunti's body immediately trembled. He gritted his teeth and snapped his left arm hard. He immediately groaned, his face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. After a flash of divine light, the severed arm transformed into a Bodhi tree branch, which was very similar to his Seven Treasures Tree.

Haotian reached out and grabbed the Bodhi branch. He took out the jade bottle and placed it together with the willow branch to keep it alive.

Zhunti's arm slowly grew back, but it was not as solid as before. He was weak and looked at Haotian cautiously: "If Junior Brother has nothing else, I will go back to recuperate first."

Haotian snorted lightly: "We'll talk about fate another time. Senior Brother, you'd better be careful."

The two froze, then transformed into streaks of light and flew westward.

Haotian stood still for a moment, then coldly withdrew his gaze. He was smart enough not to summon the three corpse avatars to help him, otherwise he would have directly crippled them.

It seems that neither the master nor the Heavenly Dao would have any reason to stop him from killing the original body!