The chaotic currents churned outside Zixiao Palace. Tongtian's fingers dug deep into the black jade railing. Three thousand years had passed since the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation shattered, tearing the Honghuang world apart. Ever since, his Master had imprisoned him at the highest point under Heaven's will. Suddenly, the sea of clouds below roiled, revealing a ruined image of Golden Turtle Island. Between the fallen jade pillars of Biyou Palace, the Holy Mother of Wudang was bound with an Immortal-Binding Rope on the Execution Platform.
"Do you see? This is what happens when you defy fate." The Dao Ancestor's voice carried the pressure of Heaven's will. Violet Heaven Thunder gathered above Tongtian, forming chains to imprison a dragon. "The Jie Sect has run its course. Those disciples of yours, born with feathers or horns, deserve to be put on the Investiture of the Gods."
