Chapter 327

Now, Zhunti was still fanning the flames beside him.

This made it impossible for Tongtian not to rage.

"Brother Tongtian, I was merely stating a fact, not mocking," Jieyin stepped forward, speaking rapidly.

"Is that so?" Master Yuanshi sneered. "But I don't think so—I felt mockery in Brother Zhunti's words."

"What Luo Fu has done is none of your business to discuss."

As he spoke, Master Yuanshi's aura locked onto Zhunti and Jieyin.

Facing the Two Western Saints, Master Yuanshi stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother Tongtian—this was not the future.

The Three Pure Ones were one.

Laozi beside him said nothing, but silently locked his aura onto the Two Western Saints as well.

This made Zhunti and Jieyin's faces darken.

But they could say nothing, do nothing.

How could these two Saints compare to the three Saints of the Three Pure Ones?

"Three Brothers, I too hope Brother Luo Fu survives this Heavenly Dao's calamity," Zhunti hurried to say. "But you've seen it—this power gathering in the Heavenly Dao's eye has already reached the level of Hunyuan Great Luo."

"Hunyuan Great Luo is no longer comparable to any previous cultivation realm."

In response, Tongtian Jiaozhu fell silent, ignoring Zhunti, his gaze fixed on his disciple.

Yes.

Though Zhunti's words carried a tone of gloating, there was no denying that, in some measure, what he said was true.

The power brewing in the Heavenly Dao's eye had reached the Hunyuan Great Luo level.

This power posed a grave threat even to us, Heavenly Dao Saints—how much more so for Luo Fu, who had only just broken through to Great Luo?

Perhaps Luo Fu's talent is astonishing.

But without the strength to match it, no matter how astonishing the talent, it means nothing.

Could his own direct disciple truly perish?

Thinking of this, Tongtian Jiaozhu's grip tightened on his Qingping Sword.

If his disciple truly faced death, could his teacher only watch helplessly?

"Tongtian," Laozi suddenly spoke. "If this truly is Brother Luo Fu's calamity, there is nothing we can do. Don't dwell on it."

As the elder brother, Laozi saw through some of Tongtian's thoughts and spoke slowly.

"You know that if you intervene, you'll only add yourself as another sacrifice. Luo Fu faces the Heavenly Dao—not some Hunyuan powerhouse."

"I know," Tongtian Jiaozhu whispered. "But I cannot accept it. If I can only watch my disciple die before my eyes and do nothing, do I still deserve to be Jie Sect's Jiaozhu? Do I deserve to be called a Heavenly Dao Saint?"

"Ah…" Laozi sighed, saying no more.

Laozi understood: if Luo Fu perished in this Heavenly Dao calamity, even without intervention, Tongtian Jiaozhu would likely remain broken for a long time.

No amount of persuasion could change that.

"Boom—"

Around the Heavenly Dao's eye, countless lightning bolts flickered wildly, while within the pupil, a power capable of shaking the entire world was being born.

It was the true power of Hunyuan Great Luo.

To the Heavenly Dao, this was merely judgment upon Luo Fu.

The Heavenly Dao knew only rules—no emotions.

If Luo Fu survives this Heavenly Dao calamity, then his Great Luo trial will be over.

But everyone present—even the Saints—held little hope.

The chance of Luo Fu surviving was too slim.

Even if he broke through to Great Luo Jinxian, what then?

Though the leap from Taiyi to Great Luo was immense, the gap between a Pre-Saint and Hunyuan Great Luo was even more staggering.

But no one knew.

When Luo Fu broke through to Great Luo Jinxian,

his soul, his consciousness sea, was undergoing a cataclysmic transformation.

An exquisitely mysterious power began surging within his consciousness sea, altering Luo Fu's soul and true spirit.

Though it did not increase the quantity of Luo Fu's soul,

in quality, his soul and consciousness sea were undergoing a staggering metamorphosis.

From a Heavenly Dao-level awakening.