Only Jiang Shumiao, a chaotic god beyond the Six Paths, is not bound by any laws, thus enabling him to alter his past destiny.
If Wen Zhixuan had faced such a predicament five years ago, he would have undoubtedly wished he could slaughter the entire immortal realm.
But now his mindset has changed, and even for the sake of his son, he is unwilling to commit further killings.
But fate played a cruel joke on him.
He had finally made up his mind to turn over a new leaf, but these people kept pressuring him.
Are we going to surrender without a fight?
What should I do about my son?
Wen Zhixuan was torn between his inner turmoil and his own thoughts. When he looked up again, his eyes were cold and stern.
The Brahma Sword shone brightly with red light, and its powerful spiritual energy caused the surrounding immortal disciples to fall to the ground, coughing up blood.
Immortal Lord Zixiao and the others were shocked and quickly formed hand seals to defend themselves.
The spiritual energy dissipated, the surrounding trees and flowers withered, the river slowly dried up, and in the blink of an eye, the green mountains and clear waters transformed into a completely different scene.
"stop!"
A clear shout came from above.
The Vajra Shield shattered instantly, and both sides staggered back several steps. Wen Zhixuan suffered excruciating pain in his lungs and knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The three immortals, Zixiao and his companions, were slightly better, but their faces were still a little pale.
The light streamed down.
Jiang Shumiao appeared before everyone.
Immortal Lord Zixiao and the others quickly cupped their hands in greeting, "Holy Venerable One."
Seeing the mess and the ruined surroundings, Jiang Shumiao waved her hand, and the green hills and clear waters reappeared.
Divine power flowed through his palms and coursing through the bodies of all the injured disciples of the immortal sect.
In the blink of an eye, they were fully recovered.
Everyone was astonished and bowed their heads in gratitude.
Jiang Shumiao approached Wen Zhixuan, and light emanated from between his brows, gradually restoring his rosy complexion. His depleted dantian once again gathered spiritual energy.
He stood up, expressionless.
Thank you.
Jiang Shumiao could tell at a glance that he was rebelling again.
Then he thought about how they had been hunted down by the immortal sects during this time, and if he hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have exploded his dantian and died.
His anger subsided somewhat.
"I know you're upset, but don't take it out on me."
Wen Zhixuan paused for a moment, which was inappropriate for him.
Jiang Shumiao turned to look at the members of the Immortal Sect, "I know the whole story. The Rebirth Mirror only shows what was destined to happen. But I have broken all the rules. I assure you that the Immortal Sect will not be destroyed by Wen Zhixuan."
The three sect leaders exchanged glances, still hesitant.
"But…"
Jiang Shumiao was very unhappy about being questioned, but she still spoke kindly: "That thing was something I made when I had nothing else to do. It's not a rare thing. It's not flexible enough and can't adapt to the times. As cultivators, you shouldn't be so pedantic."
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