The Unruly Immortals

"Master Zuo Qiuyong!" Touzi continued to persuade the hermaphrodite before him, "Although I don't know what grievances you had with Wu Sheng's Old Mother, with the great enemy at our doorstep, can't you distinguish what's truly important?"

"Wu Sheng's Old Mother is currently engaged in battle with the Fate Commanders from Fusheng Heaven. If you go troubling Wu Sheng's Old Mother now, you're just dragging them down."

"Think about it: if they lose, could you possibly stand alone against the entirety of Fusheng Heaven?"

"Moreover, Wu Sheng's Old Mother is now connected with the other Fate Commanders. Attacking Wu Sheng's Old Mother now would clearly provoke these other Fate Commanders. Once they recover, what do you think they'll do to you?"

Confronting Zuo Qiuyong, Touzi spoke with both reason and emotion, making the stakes abundantly clear from all perspectives.

Li Huowang even thought that, if he were in Zuo Qiuyong's position, he would definitely halt the order to hunt down the White Lotus Sect and first investigate thoroughly.

But Li Huowang knew that what he thought wasn't important. What was crucial was whether Zuo Qiuyong believed the words Touzi spoke.

Zuo Qiuyong stood there, awkwardly twisting the pink silk scarf around the hand adorned with the Dragon Phoenix Ring, as if weighing something.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Huowang stepped back to Li Sui's side, "Suisui, Touzi said he came under your instructions? Is what he said true?"

He remained skeptical about Touzi's words, but while he distrusted Touzi, he had faith in his daughter.

Xuan Pin spoke no words, yet some appeared on the Rotating Light Mirror hovering by Li Huowang's side. "Indeed, it is true. What he said is correct, Dad, regarding this matter, he stands with us. We must trust him."

"If we cannot even trust him ourselves, no one else will either."

Seeing these words, Li Huowang was slightly taken aback but soon realized something and nodded immediately.

At that moment, a series of hazy images flashed before Li Huowang: it seemed he was holding something while chasing after a yellow figure.

"What is that?" Li Huowang was momentarily stunned, then pressed on his head forcefully, "I mustn't let my thoughts run wild... I can't afford even a moment of stray thinking right now!"

The more Li Huowang resisted such thoughts, the more chaotic his mind became, with tangible entities beginning to uncontrollably manifest around him.

"Drink!!" Li Huowang grabbed a large iron ball with one hand, smashing it violently against his head. The ball appeared heavy and tough, causing his head to bleed and his skull to sink slightly after only a few strikes.

By the time Bai Lingmiao intervened, Li Huowang had already stopped. He reached out and grabbed Bai Lingmiao's hand, shaking his head until the pain, initially concentrated on one side, was evenly spread throughout his head.

"It's okay, it's okay... I'm much better now," Li Huowang murmured to himself. In this situation, he could only use the clumsy method of enduring the pain caused by Bahu to clear his thoughts.

He then politely declined Bai Lingmiao's support and looked again towards Zuo Qiuyong in the distance. This was the crucial moment; no mistakes could be made.

Finally, under Li Huowang's gaze, Zuo Qiuyong stirred—the chin he had no need to shave slightly lifted, and after a brief cough, he looked at Touzi. "Humph~"

"Little Touzi, your eloquence is indeed admirable. You almost moved us. But there's a problem: why should we believe in your Oblivion Path? Moreover, one more thing."

Saying this, Zuo Qiuyong paused, as if preparing something, and his body slowly began to float in the air under everyone's gaze, a swathe of white clouds rising from beneath his feet. "Further, what makes you think you people qualify to speak of this with me? What authority do you have?"

"Our years climbing step by step from Da Qi to Tianchen, were so that anyone speaking to us should do so kneeling!"

With a thunderous boom, a mountain-like immense pressure directly pressed on Li Huowang's back, forcing him deep into the ground.

Seeing everyone struggling under his weight, a wicked smile unfurled on Zuo Qiuyong's face, "Any balancing would be done between us and the other Fate Commanders. What do you count for, intending to balance with us?"

As Zuo Qiuyong finished speaking, he raised his right hand, unveiling a spinal bone from his sleeve. With a swift shake of the spine bone, the world changed abruptly, transporting them back to the Capital City of Da Liang.

Now, the previously serene Da Liang had already descended into chaos, with the military forces and bandits from Tianchen Country rampaging within the city,

slaughtering any White Lotus follower and anyone daring to obstruct them under the blade. The cacophony of battle cries and screams continuously filled the Capital City, as Da Liang's military and the Astrological Bureau mobilized, transforming the entire Capital City into a battleground.

Floating above, Zuo Qiuyong gazed with satisfaction at the masses struggling for survival beneath him. "You seem to have forgotten one thing: this extensive effort wasn't merely to kill the White Lotus Saintess alone. I'm here to annihilate the entire White Lotus Sect!"

No sooner had he spoken than a portal opened in the sky, pouring people from Tianchen Country down like rain,

through which could be seen the towering fox mask, his body now taller. Apparently, he had absorbed the Heart Pan of Da Qi along with the Zhijian of Da Liang.

"This guy has orchestrated a diversion! He's been aiming at the White Lotus Sect from the start!" Li Huowang roared, drawing the Spinal Bone Sword, stomping forcefully on the ground, and leaping towards Zuo Qiuyong.

Determined he felt, assured that soon he'd kill this bastard, certain of his triumph!

The sword swung, easily slicing the opponent in two. Yet Zuo Qiuyong's body split with a smile, his sundered halves rapidly growing and mending. In no time, two impeccable Zuo Qiuyongs stood before Li Huowang.

"Little creature, kneel!" As Zuo Qiuyong pointed at Li Huowang, his body rapidly aged, and the apertures on his face swiftly merged together.

Just as Li Huowang tore away his eyelids with his fingernails, he saw Li Sui's broad figure blocking the overwhelming pressure from Zuo Qiuyong for him.

Xuan Pin's red Taoist Robe slipped off, revealing Li Sui's body covered in writhing tentacles.

Innumerable black tentacles continued to stretch out, something emerging from their depths.

They were heads, heads completely dominated by tentacles, not solely those of Shangguan Yuting, but also dog heads, bear heads, heads of youths, arrayed of every age and gender.

Amidst the swirling chaos of jet-black tentacles, a tower of human heads stacked in neat order rose like a skull pagoda, wedged between Li Huowang and Zuo Qiuyong.