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Compared to the extremely warm and lively atmosphere inside the Pangu Hall, the atmosphere inside the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain, thousands of miles away, was so cold that it could freeze even immortals into popsicles.

In the very center of the main hall, Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on his Nine-Dragon Sandalwood Chariot, extremely agitated. The water mirror in front of him, used to monitor celestial secrets, had long since been shattered by a single slap. The Chan Sect had suffered repeated heavy losses, its fortunes plummeting, and his old face was turning green with rage every day.

Just then, an extremely violent twisting and tearing sound suddenly came from the void above the main hall.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

A dark, fleshy ball fell directly out of the spatial rift and landed miserably on the incredibly hard white jade floor of the Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked down and his old eyes widened instantly.

The thing lying on the ground wasn't wearing any clothes at all; it was completely naked, like a plucked, sickly chicken. The man was skin and bones, completely blind, with foul-smelling purple blood flowing from his eye sockets. Most terrifyingly, his skin was extremely loose, covered with dense brown age spots, making him look exactly like a frail, dying old eunuch.

"Master, save me! I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone!"

The ball of flesh rolled over on the ground with great difficulty, its hands tightly covering its genitals, and it opened its leaky mouth to let out an extremely shrill howl.

Yuanshi Tianzun recognized the voice all too well; it was none other than the Chan Sect's Vice Leader, Randeng Daoren, whom he had sent down the mountain to atone for his sins!

"Burning Lamp? Where have you gone looking like this?!" Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he trembled all over and questioned loudly.

Ran Deng frantically kowtowed on the ground, sobbing and crying with snot and blood streaming down his face, "Master! Those little beasts from the Pangu Palace have no martial ethics whatsoever! I had just arrived at the border of the Great Shang Dynasty when that rascal Lin Dasheng smashed my magic with a single blow. That little madman Lin Wu stabbed a bloody hole in my shoulder with his God-Slaying Spear!"

Randeng cried louder and louder, even his dentures trembled: "Lin Huang used the Five-Colored Divine Light to strip me of all my magic treasures and underwear! That little bastard Lin Yan even burned my Taoist robe with karmic fire."

"I, a dignified Quasi-Saint, was hung upside down like a dog by them, and almost hung on the city gate for them to watch as a monkey! Finally, that scoundrel Lin Xuan appeared, took out a broken black pen, and with one stroke, forcibly cut off five hundred years of my peak lifespan! He completely shattered my three flowers on the top of my head!"

Upon hearing these words, Yuanshi Tianzun felt his blood surging and a sweet taste rising in his throat.

The second-in-command of the Chan Sect, a powerful figure at the peak of Quasi-Sainthood.

Not only were all the magical treasures stolen while he was out on business, but his lifespan was also reduced to that of a cripple. He was even stripped naked and almost hung on the city gate for people to see! The reputation that Yuxu Palace had built up over hundreds of thousands of years was being rubbed into a cesspool by these little brats from Pangu Palace.

"Useless! Utterly useless! You can't even beat a few children who are only a few years old, why don't you just die!" Yuanshi Tianzun was furious to the extreme and stood up directly from the sandalwood chariot.

He suddenly raised his right foot and kicked the lamp on the ground hard.

"Bang!" Ran Deng screamed as he was kicked out of the main hall like a broken sandbag, tracing an extremely tragic parabola in mid-air before plunging headfirst into the frigid pool tens of thousands of feet deep behind Kunlun Mountain.

The water splashed up several meters high, and the lamp sank to the bottom without even making a bubble.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood on the steps of the main hall, panting heavily, with nowhere to vent his anger.

At the same time, in the far west.

Inside the main hall on Mount Sumeru, which was half-collapsed after being struck by lightning.

The Taoist Zhunti had a bald head, his right arm was empty, and his left hand was tightly gripping the chipped, broken pottery bowl.

A water mirror floated in front of him, and the image in the water mirror was directly connected to the Immortal Transformation Pool at the South Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court.

In the scene, Haotian is wearing a nouveau riche-looking yellow dragon robe and holding the extremely conspicuous God-Slaying Whip upside down in his hand.

More than 130 bald monks and a dozen or so Taiyi Golden Immortal messengers lined up in a long row, humiliatingly picking at the stinking mud from the cracks in the cloud bricks by the Immortal Transformation Pool.

"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten yet!" Haotian laughed wildly in the water mirror, and lashed the back of the fat monk at the front with an extremely vicious whip.

The fat monk was none other than Maitreya, the future successor of the Western Sect. Maitreya was whipped until he let out a pig-like scream, clutching his back and rolling around frantically in the dirty puddle.

"Maitreya! Didn't you preach about saving all sentient beings when you were in the mortal realm?"

Haotian stepped on Maitreya's bald head and arrogantly cursed, "Today, I'm giving you the entire ten thousand stinking latrines of the Heavenly Court! If you don't clean them properly, I'll send you to the Tushita Palace to burn in the furnace tomorrow!"

Terrified, Maitreya kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, and scrambled to pick up the slop bucket to get to work.

When Zhunti saw this, his eyes were bloodshot. All the wealth he had painstakingly built up over tens of thousands of years was being used like a menial laborer by that pushover in Heaven!

"Heaven is unjust! That old man Hongjun is biased! Lin Xuan, you bastard, you'll have no offspring!"

Zhunti's anger completely broke through his defenses.

He abruptly raised the broken earthenware bowl in his hand and smashed it violently onto the floor tiles. Shards of the bowl shattered everywhere. Immediately afterward, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of extremely concentrated dark golden holy blood sprayed directly onto the water mirror. His body went limp, and he fainted again on the moldy, tattered futon.