Sect brothers… killing sect brothers.

Everyone stared blankly at the scarlet ten-thousand-li rivers-and-mountains painting in the sky, fear on their faces, and something like bewilderment too.

Crown Prince Ziyang turned his eyes to the throne high in the sky and the figure in the swaying ink-dark robe, and more or less understood why Situ Fuhai had screamed like that before he died.

He'd thought he was cutting down an enemy prodigy before the man could fully grow—and it had turned out to be a sect brother of his own immortal sect.

The terrifying clash everyone had dreaded was, at bottom, a fight inside the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect.

And on that immortal stele, Shen Yi stood far higher than Situ Fuhai, a branch sect master!

“Huh?”

Ye Jiu and Qi Yansheng exchanged a look. If they hadn't known this was Shen Yi, one look at the ten-thousand-li rivers-and-mountains painting in the sky would probably have led them to the same idea.

Ji Jingxi looked helpless.

They had been calling him Sect Master Shen all this time, and in other people's eyes he'd turned into a sect master of the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect.

Of course, none of that mattered much.

So many strange things had happened around Shen Yi that his name being on that immortal stele didn't seem all that surprising.

What mattered more was that he had proved once again that his decisions never went wrong.

However arrogant and absurd a decision looked, before strength like his, every obstacle turned out to be nothing.

To kill two Boundless Dao-Sovereign sect masters openly, in front of all Xihong—even the Nanhong Seven of old, led by Senior Brother Qin, would hardly have dared think of it, let alone do it.

Anyone in their right mind could foresee the terrible storm the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect would raise next to shore up the standing that had been challenged.

This newly risen giant was already as big as the two Dragon Palaces to the east and north, and it had a Dao Realm expert to hold it down.

Once they were truly enraged and started…