The Unruly Immortals

Within Da Liang territory, a giant pillar that constantly sprouts twisting branches stands between heaven and earth, its twisted tendrils relentlessly claiming every space.

A massive, grotesquely bloated body hovers among the clouds; this thing is none other than the immensely powered-up Li Huowang.

"Hah!!" With four mouths on different parts of Li Huowang's body opening simultaneously, the giant jade axe in his hand swung up, crashing down heavily onto the pillar.

But before the fractured pillar could fall, Li Huowang, enveloped in evil qi, was already at the gap below the pillar, raising the giant axe again and roaring furiously as he continued to chop the falling pillar.

The pillar reaching out from the White Jade Capital kept descending, but now, tainted by the Prime Minister, no matter how far it fell, Li Huowang would instantly cut it down.

With the seven-wheeled cultivation skill, Li Huowang used the Lion Dance Palace to bind with the Prime Minister, and the pillar from Fusheng Heaven was no match.

Li Huowang chopped upward from below the pillar, slashing back into the sky from Da Liang, and finally supported it again, returning to the starlit sky.

Seeing the chaos and disorder from within the White Jade Capital spewing from the breached hole, spreading towards the mortal world.

Li Huowang roared and with a burst of strength in one hand, smashed the jade axe in his hand fiercely at the breach, completely severing the bizarre pillar's reach into the mortal world.

However, Li Huowang knew it was not enough, far from enough; the breach remained, letting it be would only cause it to grow larger.

His dozens of bloodshot eyes fixated on the jade axe in the breach; under his gaze, the jade axe deformed rapidly, ultimately returning to its previous form and plugging part of the breach.

But this was far from over. Under Li Huowang's constant angry glare, the previously fallen Mao's Gate fragments reversed at the same speed.

Big and small shattered jade pieces soared from the ground, rapidly returning to their rightful place.

A piece of shattered jade not much smaller than the Eight Immortals table swiftly swept past Li Huowang, with a faint red seal atop it.

Li Huowang glimpsed the words "Zhuanxu" on the left of it before it vanished in front of him, adhering back to where it belonged.

The shattered Mao's Gate was reassembled through Li Huowang's cultivation power, and the gaps between disappeared quickly, transforming it back into a mountainous giant jade pendant that hung between the White Jade Capital and the mortal world.

Although Mao's Gate was repaired, the situation hadn't improved much. Li Huowang remembered what was happening in the White Jade Capital at this moment.

Seeing that within Mao's Gate, the chaos was getting pushed up by something again, Li Huowang opened his six mouths, roaring, reached behind himself with one hand, fiercely pulled out his spine, and charged into Mao's Gate without hesitation.

The previously chaotic White Jade Capital had completely changed, with various Heavenly Dao colliding and merging within, like tides affecting Li Huowang at the moment.

The Fate Commander closest to him now was the Formless Bodhisattva, with smooth and graceful movements; her "hem" fluttered unpredictably in the air, giving an illusion of being underwater.

A pale, strange halo enveloped the back of her head, making it hard to see her face. But when close enough, they saw the halo was composed of countless varying sizes of white eyes.

The light from behind the Bodhisattva radiated outward, as if illuminating and assimilating the surroundings.

His acute perception felt that this Fate Commander seemed to have another side, but he lacked the organ to perceive it, so he couldn't tell what it was.

Li Huowang didn't know who this was, but he knew it must be the Fate Commander of the White Jade Capital, indeed. Last time, when risking it all with Master Danyang, he had seen this entity.

"Help, goddamnit! Don't just stand there!" Li Huowang shouted at the Fate Commander, charging towards the breached, dark sky.

With a stumble underfoot, Li Huowang tripped over the tall threshold and fell forward.

"Watch out!" Yang Na chased from behind, supporting Li Huowang and gazing at the dilapidated temple.

Outside, a torrential downpour raged, and the long-unrepaired countryside temple fared no better, with a drizzle inside.

Various dust-covered broken Arhat statues were haphazardly arranged, looking particularly frightening under the occasional flash of lightning.

From the cigarette butts on the ground, Yang Na deduced someone had been here, but evidently, they hadn't done anything proper.

The various Arhat images had grime sloppily smeared over them, and some damaged statues were clumsily reassembled.

Yang Na led the panting Li Huowang past an Arhat with a broken index finger, assisting him to rest by the altar.

Just then, Li Huowang suddenly spoke, staring intently at the Arhat's broken finger, and burst into wild laughter, "Hahaha! It was just a finger, all I struggled so hard against was just a finger!"

"But you think this will scare me? You think I'll be afraid?! Dream on!!" Li Huowang suddenly stood up, stomped heavily on the ground, and lunged at the fingerless Arhat.

The clay Arhat was large and heavy; colliding with it was like an egg hitting a stone. Accompanied by a dull thud, Li Huowang immediately started bleeding from the head.

Yet Li Huowang was undeterred, raising the military knife in his hand, hacking madly at the clay statue of the fingerless Arhat.

At this moment, Yi Donglai stood outside the temple, dazed in the heavy rain, watching everything inside.

"Get out of the way! I'll help you!" Yang Na raised her gun, firing two shots at the clay statue's head.

Through their relentless effort, the tall clay statue finally began to shed its layer of paint, becoming precarious, with some broken areas revealing the supporting bamboo framework inside.

Finally, with a crash, the fingerless Arhat statue collapsed, burying Li Huowang beneath it.

Hearing Li Huowang's violent coughing from within the swirling dust, Yi Donglai gritted his teeth, ready to rush into the ruined temple to help.

"Stop right there! Don't move!!" Li Huowang's angry shout halted Yi Donglai's steps.

With fear and awe in his eyes, Li Huowang looked at Yi Donglai outside the ruined temple, his voice trembling, "We can do it, but you can't! Don't come in!! Don't ever come in!!"