Golden Khan Ongqinfu had fallen. His skull was shattered, yet his body still stood tall.

As his life reached its end, the blazing, overwhelming vitality locked within his wounded body finally broke free. All the unrestrained masculine qi burst out in a blazing surge, roaring outward in every direction like a scorching tide.

The once icy, lifeless realm of the Yellow Springs trembled—no longer a realm of cold death, but now tinged with intense heat.

Along with the outpouring of blood and qi from Ongqinfu's broken form, wisps of golden light, like a glowing mist, also spread out. The sight was unlike anything produced by a typical martial cultivator.

Earlier, many warriors of the Golden Khanate had followed him into the Yellow Springs—among them the likes of Onger Asir and the Blood Wyrm, both masters of the Ninth Heaven. Yet one by one, they fell into the Forgotten River, and even their powerful energies couldn’t compare to Ongqinfu’s.

As his blood and qi drained away, Ongqinfu’s corpse turned pale and grey.

Lei Jun exhaled deeply, letting his manifested form of the Thunder Emperor dissolve.

When his true self reappeared, he staggered slightly before steadying himself.

His injuries were flaring up again. The Water of Solitude and Nine-Colored Flowing Radiance he had sealed within his body had been stirred, weakening their suppressive effect.

Lei Jun’s expression remained calm, merely shaking his head.

Even though he’d replaced the Nine Heavens Immortal Capital Talisman with the Nine Heavens Jade Pivot Talisman, manifesting the Thunder Emperor again in his current condition had clearly overtaxed him—his wounds risked worsening.

Still, Golden Khan Ongqinfu had been dealt with first.

Lei Jun put away the makeshift weapon he'd used—the Falling Heaven Whip.

He now focused on stabilizing the Yellow Springs.

Although he’d sealed the Yellow Springs gate leading to the Former Song Realm during the talisman formation earlier, he took extra precautions now to reinforce it.

The realm’s fabric had weakened after enduring the formation’s consumption and the havoc wreaked by a powerhouse like Ongqinfu.

Lei Jun circulated his internal power into a black-and-white Tai Chi diagram, which sank into his chest and abdomen, while his external power calmed the chaotic Forgotten River and stabilized the surrounding void.

Gradually, the searing heat of the Yellow Springs subsided, and its cold, deathly stillness returned. The world turned gray once more, and silence reigned.

Only then did Lei Jun pause, sitting to rest and recover. He opened his Great Dao Vision, using the Water of Solitude and Nine-Colored Flowing Radiance to treat his injuries.

Flesh wounds were easy enough to heal, but first, he needed to expel the lingering martial blade intent left behind.

For now, he only suppressed it—full cleansing would take more time.

But he had to return to the Two Jin Realm.

After handling some final matters in the Yellow Springs, Lei Jun left quickly.

—

Meanwhile, outside the now-sealed Yellow Springs gate, cultivators from the Golden Khanate and demonic beasts of the Guixu Abyss had gathered in confusion.

Normally, if someone from Li Shushan Sect like Ji Yao resisted an invader like Ongqinfu, the Yellow Springs would flood, repelling the intruders before closing the portal.

But this time, it had shut completely like a trap being sprung. Highly irregular.

At first, the Khanate warriors were confident. Their Khan would overpower whatever tricks the enemy had, subdue the Yellow Springs, and reopen the path to the Former Song Realm.

But as time dragged on with no sign from Ongqinfu or those who entered with him, even the most loyal began to doubt.

“What’s the situation now?” asked Harsen, the Lotus Division Lord of Sumeru, arriving alongside Master Danta, a Ninth Heaven cultivator.

The Golden Khanate warriors looked at each other in silence.

They were aware of what had occurred in Kongsang and Sumeru. Ongqinfu’s move into the Yellow Springs had involved both the Venerable Sage of Wisdom and Sumeru’s Buddhist sect.

“Since the Khan entered the Yellow Springs, we’ve heard nothing. It’s been a long while,” said the Sea-Covering Flood Dragon King from the Guixu Abyss to the Sumeru monks.

“We tried to reopen the portal, but failed. There were some spatial disturbances earlier, but all is calm now.”

Harsen and Danta’s expressions darkened.

Alslang, Ongqinfu’s son, who had rushed to Sichuan, questioned Danta with a scowl: “Is there something in the Yellow Springs you haven’t told us?”

Danta sighed, “I’ve shared everything I know.”

Alslang roared, “Then how do you explain this?”

Midway through his outburst, he suddenly fell silent, face darkening further. “Something must’ve changed in the Yellow Springs while we were in the dark…”

The Flood Dragon King said, “Earlier, all matched what you described: the Li Shushan artifact cultivators and that ominous bell—no abnormalities.”

Harsen frowned. “Only a handful have the power to ambush the Khan. We only saw Zhang Wantong and Tang Xiaotang in Kongsang. Xu Yuanzhen and Lei Jun should be in the Two Jin Realm—but what if there’s been a shift there? Even the White Lotus Holy Master Jingjiu might be involved.”

“The Li Shushan Sect has little reason to ally with the Tang Daoist sect… unless the Tang Daoists had already taken control of the Yellow Springs.”

“Come to think of it, the timing of that portal’s reopening was… suspicious.”

Alslang gritted his teeth. “First, let’s focus on reopening the Yellow Springs!”

—

Lei Jun returned to the Two Jin Realm and soon met Tang Xiaotang, who had just arrived from Datong.

The two met each other’s eyes, and both looked visibly weakened.

Tang Xiaotang’s first words: “This time, are you really hurt or just faking it?”

Lei Jun replied, “Still need to deal with the Yuqing Miluo Grotto-Heaven and Saha Realm, rushing around nonstop. No time to fake it. If I had time to rest, maybe I could pretend.”

Tang Xiaotang: “How bad?”

Lei Jun: “Can’t go all out again or I’ll risk a relapse. But I can still use the Bridge of Profound Transcendence, so no danger to my life.”

“The Eight Scenes Cloak of Taiqing and Nine Heavens Immortal Capital Talisman are damaged and need repairs. The Yellow Springs is stable, but all my formations there were burned out. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t have helped much against Venerable Puguang compared to how they worked on Ongqinfu.”

Tang Xiaotang puffed her cheeks. “Still, you took down Ongqinfu.”

Lei Jun: “Thanks to your groundwork—between the space-bending Kunpeng and Ongqinfu’s martial form, both could easily escape if not restrained. Not to mention that monk, the Venerable Sage of Wisdom…”

Tang Xiaotang: “Yeah, when he transformed into the Immovable Wisdom King, it was fine—until he removed the lotus crown. Then he was scarier than Ongqinfu.”

Lei Jun: “How’s your condition?”

Tang Xiaotang waved it off. “The Three Heavenly Treasures are intact. My injury came from internal backlash from the Primordial Dharma Realm, but I can still fight. I’ll rest afterward.”

Lei Jun: “As long as you can use the Bridge.”

The two headed south toward the Southern Jin’s Little Western Paradise.

There, Xu Yuanzhen stood, hands clasped behind her back.

Before her was a massive glowing talisman, shimmering like a door.

The original void portal from the Two Jin Realm to Saha had vanished.

Xu Yuanzhen’s talisman sat precisely where that gate once was.

Saha’s World of Endurance, turning in cycles, had successfully sealed itself from the mortal realm. Only Xu Yuanzhen had left a narrow crack.

She turned and glanced at Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang with a faint smirk.

Tang Xiaotang crossed her arms, glaring at Xu Yuanzhen’s smug face.

Lei Jun remained calm. “Her Majesty the Empress is staying in Sumeru for now. The portals there—to the Former Song, Great Ming, Current Han, and Two Jin Realms—have reopened. She’ll likely remain in Sumeru a while longer.”

The Kunpeng Demon Saint had returned to Guixu.

The Venerable Sage of Wisdom occupied Kongsang. Though unwell and in need of long rest, his control there remained. And Kongsang might now also connect to the Current Han Realm.

Zhang Wantong had to remain vigilant.

Xu Yuanzhen said, “If you two are good to go, let’s begin.”

Tang Xiaotang: “Always ready!”

With that, she waved her sleeve.

Her Heavenly Master’s Seal and Heavenly Master’s Sword lit up with thunder and flew out.

Nine-colored light manifested around her, revealing a broad Daoist robe.

She removed the robe and sent it forward with the Heavenly Master’s Seal, keeping only the lightning-charged Heavenly Master’s Sword.

Lei Jun and Xu Yuanzhen weren’t surprised.

The nine-colored Heavenly Master Robe, infused with the Nine Lights and Nine Qi of the Primordial Chaos, merged with Xu Yuanzhen.

Lei Jun studied the glowing talisman in the void and nodded. “The World of Endurance—not the Nirvanic Pure Land.”

He retrieved the Heavenly Master’s Seal, pulsing with purple, gold, and blue light.

Then he produced three talismans—one for himself, the others handed to Xu Yuanzhen and Tang Xiaotang.

At their feet, three illusory bridges began to form—origin unknown, destination unseen—connecting heaven and earth, past and present.

They were the Bridges of Profound Transcendence, exclusive to Ninth Heaven, Level Five Daoist sages.

All three sat cross-legged on their bridges.

Above Lei Jun, the Heavenly Master’s Seal manifested a three-tier altar of glowing purple, gold, and blue light.

Tang Xiaotang laid the sword across her knees. Purple lightning wove into a massive storm cloud above her head.

Xu Yuanzhen, clad in the Heavenly Master’s Robe and glowing with the Primordial Nine Lights, gathered power into a Dragon-Tiger Talisman above her.

Then, she and Tang Xiaotang both activated their talismans.

Xu Yuanzhen’s talisman blazed and formed a vast phantom realm of heaven and earth.

Far away, over Mount Longhu’s Taqing Dutian Grotto-Heaven, Lei Jun’s previous talismans lit up in response, forming an array that connected their energies across space.

Tang Xiaotang’s talisman conjured a purple illusion with Biyou Immortal Mountain faintly visible.

Similarly, over the Shangqing Thunder Court Grotto-Heaven of the Tang Daoists, purple lightning danced. Talismans Lei Jun had left there now formed a great array centered on Biyou’s peak.

Lei Jun’s own bridge had no dramatic display at first.

But over time, subtle shadows and aura began to surface.

His, Xu Yuanzhen’s, and Tang Xiaotang’s bridges slowly merged.

Each bridge had its own unique texture, but now they melded seamlessly.

Harnessing the power of the Three Celestial Grotto-Heavens and the Three Heavenly Treasures, a new immortal bridge was formed.

In front of Lei Jun, misty visions began to appear—flowing immortal energy swirling around a hazy core.

Though he had never seen it with his own eyes, Lei Jun recognized it from his sect’s ancient records: this was the Yuqing Miluo Grotto-Heaven.

Now, that grotto became the anchor, guiding their unified bridge into Saha.

Xu Yuanzhen’s glowing talisman dimmed and warped the surrounding void, forming a dark, abyss-like portal.

The unified immortal bridge extended into the portal—not a direct path, but more like tunneling underground.

With the Three Heavenly Treasures and Three Grotto-Heavens empowering it, the bridge pierced through darkness and reached forward.

Inside Saha, within the Thunderclap Temple—

Venerable Puguang summoned the Abbot Baoneng of Southern Jin’s Little Western Paradise, Abbot Duming of the Five Dynasties’ Western Paradise, and other senior Buddhist disciples.

He didn’t hide anything—he told them of Master Chonghui’s death and the loss of the Immovable Wisdom Lotus Platform.

The monks’ hearts were heavy.

“Such is karmic cause and effect,” Puguang said serenely.

Baoneng and Duming pressed their palms together. “Amitabha.”

Back during the Penglai Ruins incident, Puguang had taken the alias Yan Keji and joined the research into ancient Daoist talismans and the Heavenly Palace. That had sown discord between Saha and the Daoists of Mount Longhu.

But the core of their current conflict was the Yuqing Miluo Grotto-Heaven.

It had once belonged to the Daoist talisman sect. Had Saha returned it, they might not be enemies now.

Puguang had attained the golden body of a Buddha, but the Tang Daoist sect—bolstered by Mount Longhu—remained a formidable foe.

Especially with other enemies like Ling Mountain and Sumeru still out there.

But Puguang could not return the Grotto-Heaven.

Not because he wouldn’t—but because he couldn’t.

During the Han Dynasty’s final catastrophe, Saha had fractured. By chance and through vast power, Puguang had fused the Yuqing Miluo Grotto-Heaven into Saha to repair it.

It had also become central to his own cultivation path.

He couldn’t give it up—nor Saha.

Even if one day it might no longer be a separate Grotto-Heaven, the Taoists would still have to agree to surrender it fully.

“For now, we must prepare…”

Just then, Puguang’s gaze flickered. A ripple passed through his heart—his spiritual field stirred with dust.

His sharp senses warned him.

Someone was breaking through the barrier of the World of Endurance.

The method was unmistakably Daoist.

They weren’t immortals yet—but they were subtle and refined.

Three Ninth Heaven, Level Five sages of the Talisman Sect, empowered by all three Grotto-Heavens, were using their Bridges of Profound Transcendence…

Puguang had heard of Zhang Wantong’s abilities.

He had thought she might manifest fake avatars of Ninth Heaven Daoists using her divine powers.

If so, he wouldn’t fear her—his lineage specialized in discerning truth from illusion.

But then he realized the truth:

These were real disciples of Mount Longhu.

That meant…

Even Lei Jun had reached Ninth Heaven Level Five Full Completion?

In an instant, Puguang understood everything.

He had intended to merge the Kshanti World and Saha completely, transforming it into a Nirvanic Pure Land.

Though the price would be enormous, once sealed off, Saha would become even stronger than the layers of forbearance within the Kshanti World.

Unfortunately, Lei Jun and the others had already crossed through the layered lands of the Kshanti World.

The Immortal Bridge extended forward and successfully brought them into Saha.

Upon entering the Saha realm, the Immortal Bridge split into three once more, becoming a Bridge of Profound Understanding for each of Lei Jun, Xu Yuanzhen, and Tang Xiaotang.

As soon as they arrived and had barely stabilized their footing, boundless golden light surged in all directions, solidifying into substance and rippling outward in waves, enveloping all three of them.

It was also a Great Luo Mantra, but far stronger than the one previously cast by Master Chonghui.

Lei Jun stepped forward on his Bridge of Profound Understanding.

His foot remained on the bridge, but his figure flickered continuously, vanishing and reappearing with every movement.

Each flicker dodged another wave of the Great Luo Mantra's bombardment.

Xu Yuanzhen remained seated on her own bridge, unmoving.

Her body seemed ethereal, as if she didn’t exist in this world. Even the Buddhist divine ability of the Venerable Puguang, capable of perceiving one’s true nature, passed through her without resistance.

Around Tang Xiaotang, streams of invisible and colorless mystical energy flowed, enveloping both her and the bridge.

When the golden radiance touched that mysterious Primordial Qi, its momentum weakened slightly. As it drew near Tang Xiaotang, she took a step forward. Though seemingly slower than Lei Jun, she too successfully avoided each wave of golden light.

Venerable Puguang manifested his Buddhist Golden Body, which did not appear particularly large. His gaze was devoid of emotion as it swept over the suddenly appearing trio.

The Talisman Sect of Daoism, at the fifth perfected layer of the Nine Heavens and having attained the Five Qi Toward the Mysterious, was truly profound.

But against one who had already opened the Immortal Gate, it could not be taken lightly.

Yet these three before him—not only were they far beyond their peers in divine power and abilities, but their Bridges of Profound Understanding were also exceptionally refined—and each had their own unique abilities...

His gaze ultimately settled on Lei Jun.

Back when Lei Jun caused a stir beside Xu Yuanzhen at the Small Western Paradise of Southern Jin, he only showed the cultivation level of the fourth layer of the Nine Heavens.

Later, when Master Chonghui went missing and was eventually reborn, though details were scarce, Lei Jun’s displayed power was similar to when he attacked Mount Longhu during the Great Han period.

Whether intentional or not, it had led the Venerable Puguang to misjudge him.

Or perhaps... he should reflect that it was his own wishful thinking, poisoned by the desire of greed... The Venerable sighed inwardly.

Transforming the entirety of Saha into a Nirvanic Pure Land would block it off more thoroughly than the Kshanti World—but unless absolutely necessary, he was reluctant to use it.

The Kshanti World could be reversed at will. Saha could always return to the mortal world.

But once the Nirvanic Pure Land was complete—not even he could undo it at will.

In a way, it would be no different than sleeping in the void.

Of course, it was still better than how Golden Khan Ongqinfu slumbered in the void.

Even in this Pure Land form, he could continue cultivating—unlike the void where time was wasted.

However, the world was changing fast. The flow of spiritual energy in the lands of Eastern and Western Jin had already begun. If Saha missed the transformation, even if it returned later, the situation would be disadvantageous.

More importantly, transforming Saha would disrupt key milestones in his own cultivation.

If Lei Jun stayed in the fourth layer of the Nine Heavens for just one more day, it would be good news for Saha.

But unfortunately...

Venerable Puguang withdrew his gaze from Lei Jun.

Around his body, Buddhist light surged—not to manifest the Dawei Tianlong Bodhisattva Dharmakāya, but instead taking the form of a powerful shaman from the Wu Sect.

A Celestial Witch King.

From the Blessing and Vow Lineages.

For a Buddhist master who attained the Buddha-body through the Vow Lineage, there were three major forms of cultivation: Function, Appearance, and Substance.

“Function” referred to pervading all Dharma realms.

The first level of Function was the nature of all beings’ minds, which could reflect inwardly and manifest both reward and transformation bodies.

At this level, a Golden-Body Venerable could produce incarnations that revealed all beings.

In the past, Venerable Puguang had taken the form of the high-level Daoist of the Pill Cauldron Sect, Yan Keji—a mere warm-up.

Now, he transformed into a Celestial Witch King.

Ordinarily, within the same sect, higher cultivators had overwhelming advantage over lower ones.

But considering Daoist Zhou Tian’s earlier defeat, the Venerable avoided taking the form of a Talisman Sect Immortal, choosing instead another path.

Martial cultivators, due to their nature, often posed significant threats to certain lower-level opponents.

But since the trio from Mount Longhu’s Tianshi Mansion—Xu, Tang, and Lei—were all here, it seemed that even the foreign Martial Immortal allied with the Sumeru Buddhist Sect had little success against them.

In a flash of thought, the Venerable chose to first appear as a Celestial Witch King from the Blessing Lineage, intending to strike unseen and unheard.

Xu Yuanzhen, who had dealt with him numerous times, appeared distracted, looking around at the scenery within Saha.

But above her, purple lightning arced across the sky.

A thunder dragon-shaped manifestation of the Nine Heavens Thunder Ancestor wandered the skies, ever shifting.

Yet the sky above Saha began to change.

The heavens seemed divided into Nine Fields.

Xu Yuanzhen’s path differed from Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang, who often took unconventional approaches. She delved deeper into her existing studies, honing them to perfection.

Now, the “Nine Heavens” aspect of the Thunder Ancestor manifestation was clearer than ever.

From Central Heaven (Juntian), to East (Cangtian), Northeast (Mintian), North (Xuántian), Northwest (Youtian), West (Haotian), Southwest (Zhutian), South (Yántian), and Southeast (Yángtian)—each realm took shape.

The thunder dragon roamed these realms, blanketing the Saha world. Each held a faintly visible deity within.

These nine deities pulsed with light, intermittently thundering with masculine lightning.

The shaking thunder repelled all evil.

Suddenly, eerie green mist emerged around the three.

Purple lightning rained down. Though it shattered, it also tore through vast swathes of green mist—neither side yielding.

Meanwhile, beneath the sky, beside Tang Xiaotang, another mystical flame appeared—different from her golden Pure Yang Celestial Thunder.

A silver flame.

Utterly yin and utterly pure.

“Senior Sister, maybe ease up a bit,” Lei Jun called out, as the Lingxiao Pure Yin Talisman appeared, forming silver thunder.

Tang Xiaotang pouted but didn’t argue.

In the next moment, the golden Pure Yang Thunder around her faded, and within the silver flame, an invisible Primordial Qi dispersed.

As it dispersed, the silver flame returned to its original form—a golden flame of pure yang.

This was Tang Xiaotang’s Pure Yang True Fire, cultivated for many years.

After achieving Five Qi Toward the Mysterious, she continued cultivating in seclusion.

She had long surpassed the level of a Pure Yang Immortal Body, reaching the Primordial Dao Body—above both Pure Yang and Pure Yin.

With Primordial Qi as a guide, she could now freely convert Pure Yang Thunder and True Fire into Pure Yin counterparts and back again—though not simultaneously, the transformation was effortless.

She had originally intended to combine Pure Yang Thunder and Pure Yin Fire. But seeing Lei Jun’s signal, she reverted to Pure Yang Fire to merge it with his Pure Yin Thunder.

As dragons roared and tigers howled in the sky, a gold-silver Taiji diagram hovered above.

Yet the combined attack did not immediately unleash.

Instead, more Primordial Qi rose around Tang Xiaotang, merging into the gold-silver Taiji diagram.

The colors faded.

A black-and-white Taiji diagram—primordial and transcendent—emerged.

From it, a beam of light condensed and shot downward toward Venerable Puguang.

It didn’t appear as radiant as the earlier Dragon-Tiger strikes.

But the Venerable’s eyes narrowed.

He immediately manifested the Dawei Tianlong Bodhisattva Dharmakāya to face it directly.

Though Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang were wounded, this combined strike far exceeded their previous efforts.

Pure Yang and Pure Yin merged, returning to the primordial.

This was the Primordial Dragon-Tiger Strike.

Between form and formlessness, returning to the origin—even the Venerable’s Dharmakāya and Reward Body, despite their mastery of emptiness, could not conceal his true self. He had to confront it head-on.

Against that subtle beam of light, neither the Great Luo Mantra nor the Heavenly Dragon Zen Chant could match its focus—broad attacks were too dispersed.

Concentrating all power into a Prajna Seal, he finally stopped the light just before it struck—but his palm stung and cracked, as if pierced by an awl.

Thunder roared in his ears.

Green mist was kept at bay by Xu Yuanzhen’s Nine Fields. As time passed, the purple hues above gave way to pale green, but purple thunder still fell—surrounding the Venerable and his Wu Sect form.

He remained calm and motionless, but throughout Saha, countless stupas, bodhi trees, and lotuses lit up with Buddhist light, shielding him from the falling thunder.

But now, starlight gathered over Xu Yuanzhen, revealing the form of a Stellar Deity.

Unlike the usual Doumu Star Goddess seen from Mount Longhu’s line, her manifestation was now significantly different.

Dense talismans sparkled like the Milky Way—not clustering around her, but spreading out like a vast sea of stars, descending with her.

In sync, Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang descended.

They stood on their own Bridges of Profound Understanding, flickering in and out of sight.

Dark tendrils appeared in mid-air, seeking to entangle—but both dodged them with ease.

Seeing this, Venerable Puguang sighed, raising a black alms bowl.

But he didn’t attack.

He tossed the bowl toward Thunder Sound Temple.

In an instant, golden light flashed—Thunder Sound Temple shrank and was absorbed into the bowl.

In its place stood a meditation staff. Above it, a faint image flickered—resembling the Sixfold Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva.

After the temple vanished, a deep chasm appeared below, glowing faintly with Buddhist light.

The Venerable picked up the staff and bowl, gazed at the chasm, then sighed and shook his head.

He left his incarnation behind to block the trio and fled into the void, decisively departing from Saha.

As the starlight of Xu Yuanzhen enveloped the Wu Sect form, Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang pressed forward.

But Saha’s stupas and jeweled trees now shone together, forming a vast cloud of dragon might—blocking their path.

“Trying to pin someone down on their home turf—it’s really tough,” Lei Jun shook his head. “If we were all uninjured, maybe we’d try.”

Tang Xiaotang put her hands on her hips: “Where do you think he went? Daju?”

Lei Jun: “Probably won’t be easy to track. The Wu Sect’s Wuluo and Wugu managed to return, but the Buddhist Sect lost two Nine Heavens experts in Daju. The Venerable has few leads.”

Xu Yuanzhen looked up at the sky. “More people arriving? I’ll leave it to you.”

Despite holding the advantage of home ground and immense strength, the Venerable still chose to flee—giving up on Saha and all his prior efforts.

Once Lei Jun and the others pierced the Kshanti World, it became flawed.

In battle, the Venerable had no time to complete the Nirvanic Pure Land transformation.

And even if they didn’t consider the Empress Zhang Wantong or the Sumeru Sect’s Wise Venerable...

The Witch King of Lingshan, his long-time rival, was no doubt on his way.

The Venerable could not be everywhere. The broken Kshanti World could not help Masters Duming and Baoneng stop the Witch King at the door.

If he didn’t leave now, he might not leave at all.

Pity—one moment of attachment, one wishful thought, one selfish greed—and he had lost everything.

“I don’t know what that monk is thinking, but if I were him, I’d be coughing blood by now,” Tang Xiaotang muttered, looking into the chasm. “Is that the Yuqing Miluo Heaven down there?”

Lei Jun: “Yep. All three major heavens are finally back in our sect’s hands.”

Xu Yuanzhen: “You two handle it. I’m going to look around.”

Lei Jun: “Senior Sister, check out Yuqing Miluo Heaven first. I’ll welcome our new guests.”

Tang Xiaotang nodded in satisfaction, then blinked. “Even though I agree we’re the new masters here, you’re getting into character awfully fast.”

Lei Jun just waved at her with his back turned.

At that moment, all of Saha quaked.

The Witch King of Lingshan had arrived.