Chaotic air flow surged outside Zixiao Palace, and Tongtian's fingers dug deeply into the mysterious jade railings. Three thousand years have passed since the Zhuxian Sword Formation that tore apart the ancient world was broken, and he has been imprisoned by his master in this highest place of heaven. The sea of clouds below suddenly rolled, revealing the broken image of Jin'ao Island - between the collapsed jade pillars of Biyou Palace, the Holy Mother of Wudang was being tied to the Immortal Killing Platform by the Immortal Binding Rope.
"Did you see it? This is the consequences of disobeying the destiny." Daozu's voice carried the pressure of heaven, and the purple sky thunder condensed into a prison dragon chain above Tongtian's head, "The energy to intercept the teachings has been exhausted. Those of your disciples who wear hair and horns should be on the list of gods."
