Fu Dongsen could have simply hidden inside the Taiyi Primordial Tower. But by doing so, he would have completely given up on the idea of moving the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect. Even now, the continuous interference was causing his progress to slow down or even come to a halt. Before his eyes, the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect that had previously begun to stabilize was once again becoming restless.

However, at this moment, a phantom figure suddenly materialized in mid-air. Then, reaching out, it seemed intent on pressing down on the Mighty Celestial Dragon formed from Monk Faqing’s Buddhist Law Willpower. But Monk Faqing had held back some strength while acting, always guarding against his surroundings. Golden Buddhist light had already condensed into a Treasure Bead, hidden in the shadows, which now emerged to block the approaching hand. The Treasure Bead vibrated and instantly shattered. But the Mighty Celestial Dragon swung out a palm, counter-grabbing at the newcomer. The newcomer flipped their palm, and after another tough clash with the dragon claw, they gracefully retreated. Their figure seemed to be enveloped in a thin mist, carrying not a trace of worldly dust, nor revealing any sign of their identity.

Monk Faqing watched the figure and chanted a Buddhist invocation, "The Buddha is compassionate. Have Celestial Master Li Qingfeng and Taoist Li Hongyu both perished by your hand?"

"Why bring up ancient history?" the mysterious visitor replied lightly. After relieving Hong Jie, their figure descended back onto the Taiyi Primordial Tower.

Xiao Xueting held onto her sword without moving, not rushing forward immediately, but watching the other party intently. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Hong Jie’s Immortal Soul emerged from the North Abyss Divine Spear, regaining human form, and she bowed to the mysterious visitor, "Greetings, Emperor."

Inside the Taiyi Primordial Tower, Fu Dongsen made the same gesture, "Greetings, Emperor."

The person spoke, "Dongsen, continue."

Fu Dongsen acknowledged the command. He was finally able to focus without being distracted, earnestly controlling the Taiyi Primordial Tower and Qingxiao Manor to calm the restlessness of the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect and attempting to move it away.

Xiao Xueting said, "Since you’ve already raised the banner of the so-called Mortal Tao Country, why continue to hide? The so-called Emperor shows not a hint of integrity or openness. Could it be because we often meet and are familiar with each other?"

The mysterious visitor responded indifferently, "Those who understand my heart say I worry, and those who do not, question my desires."

Perhaps I can’t fully guess your complete plan, but what you’re thinking right now is quite clear... Monk Faqing thought to himself.

Xiao Xueting also glanced in his direction.

Regardless of Monk Faqing’s relationship with Dragon Tiger Mountain or the people in the Celestial Master Mansion, the situation at the Celestial Master Mansion had reached a point where Faqing himself had to appear. This clearly indicated one thing: Xu Yuanzhen, it seemed, truly could not make it back. At least, not in the short term.

Given these circumstances, this so-called Emperor naturally no longer needed to wait. Securing the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect as soon as possible was the best strategy.

Monk Faqing turned to look at the gleaming gold of the Pure Yang Realm, then at Dragon Tiger Mountain, and finally at the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect, which was beginning to be shaken by the Taiyi Primordial Tower and Qingxiao Manor.

Should I exert more effort? If I push harder, there’s a risk of invoking the Avici disaster again. Then we would all truly, literally, go to Hell together... The monk sighed inwardly. But it shouldn’t come to that, should it?

Across from him, Hong Jie stood holding the North Abyss Divine Spear. "Emperor, shall we break through the External Scenery of the Divine Court?" she asked.

The mysterious person replied, "Tang Xiaotang’s mana sustaining the External Scenery of the Divine Court should dissipate now."

Wei Qiyue’s cultivation at the Second Layer of the Eighth Heavenly Layer was manageable. However, Tang Xiaotang had taken in both the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King of the Ninth Heavenly Layer and Rong Guangchen, who was at the Perfection of the Eighth Heavenly Layer, into the External Scenery of the Divine Court. Even if it wasn’t forcibly broken, the External Scenery was destined not to last much longer.

As if to confirm his words, the golden sphere began to show signs of unraveling even before his voice faded. Then, Tang Xiaotang, holding the Celestial Master’s Sword, appeared from within. Yuan Mobai followed closely behind, and then came Lei Jun. After that... there was no one else.

"Hm?" Hong Jie suddenly widened her eyes.

Where was the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King? The Thousand Leaves Butterfly King, equivalent to a Human Race cultivator of the Ninth Heavenly Layer realm! He seemed to have been covertly attacked by that strange, horsetail whisk-like Spiritual Object from the Celestial Master Mansion and was dragged into the Pure Yang Realm. Not much time had passed since then. How could the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King just disappear? Had he already quietly escaped using his Innate Divine Ability of stealth and teleportation? But that made even less sense. Why hadn’t he revealed himself yet?

And... where was Rong Guangchen? Rong Guangchen of the Taoist Dan Ding Sect, a cultivator at the Perfection of the Eighth Heavenly Layer realm, the most senior and oldest cultivator in Pure Yang Palace! Where was he? With the defensive power of Rong Guangchen’s Nascent Soul Transformation Great Elixir at Perfection, he should have been able to withstand even a blow from the Celestial Master’s Sword for a short time. But where was he now?

Wei Qiyue, too, had not appeared.

Three great experts related to the Mortal Tao Country had entered the Pure Yang Realm, and now they were all gone without a trace?

Fu Dongsen, who had just calmed down and was beginning to focus wholeheartedly on maneuvering the Taiyi Primordial Tower and Qingxiao Manor to relocate the Ancestral Altar of Wanfa Sect, was also involuntarily stunned.

It was true that Tang Xiaotang, Yuan Mobai, and Lei Jun were all beings with vast Divine Skills and exceptional abilities, and they possessed treasures like the Celestial Master’s Sword. But when facing the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King, Rong Guangchen, and Wei Qiyue, even if Tang Xiaotang’s group could win, how could they possibly kill both the Thousand Leaves Butterfly King and Rong Guangchen? Wei Qiyue might have been in mortal danger, but the other two? Let alone within such a short timeframe—how could that be possible?

It wasn’t just Hong Jie and Fu Dongsen on the opposing side who were startled; even Xiao Xueting was somewhat surprised.

The mysterious figure, whose form was usually shrouded in mist, obscuring his features, now had eyes that suddenly sharpened. His gaze, now clear and bright, focused intently on Lei Jun and the other two who had just emerged from the Pure Yang Realm.

The next moment, his gaze flickered as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Suppress!" the mysterious person urgently shouted to Fu Dongsen inside the Taiyi Primordial Tower.