Against The Sky Supreme

After killing Li Gong, Tan Yun put away the primordial flame and primordial ice flame.

“Huangfu Zhong, over eighty thousand years ago, your son sent someone to kill me, and I haven’t settled the score with you yet. Now you're bullying me again!” Tan Yun's face darkened, “Very well, today I’ll make an exception and bully you to death!”

More than two hours later, as night fell.

At Tan Ancestor Mountain.

“Yun'er, great news! It’s a monumental piece of good news for you!” Dao Kun, plump and jovial, descended from the sky, landing on the peak of Tan Ancestor Mountain with a loud laugh.

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Dao Kun frowned and asked, “Where is everyone?”

As Dao Kun stepped into Tan Ancestor Pavilion and entered the main hall on the first floor, Xin Bingshuan had just broken through to the eighth layer of the dao god realm and was stepping out of Fang Sheng Hall.

Xin Bingshuan still wore a thin, butterfly-like, floor-length purple dress, her waist slim as a willow, her skin as white as snow. Despite the purple veil covering her face, her graceful figure exuded a beauty that could captivate anyone.

“Master, are you looking for Tan Yun?” Xin Bingshuan asked.

“Yes!” Dao Kun inquired, “Where is Tan Yun?”

“Master, Tan Yun is in Fang Sheng Hall. Please wait a moment while I go call for him,” Xin Bingshuan said, turning her delicate body and entering Fang Sheng Hall.

Before long, Xin Bingshuan stepped out of Fang Sheng Hall, gently shaking her head and saying, “Master, Tan Yun isn’t here; I don’t know where he went.”

At this moment, a voice filled with anxiety rang out from the peak of Tan Ancestor Mountain, “Supreme Saint Elder, something terrible has happened!”

At that moment, standing at the peak of Tan Ancestor Mountain were Xia'er and the three brothers, Li Jian, Li Feng, and Li Yu.

The four had just piloted the Divine Vessel back from Western Mystic Valley and happened to see Dao Kun entering Tan Ancestor Pavilion, so they flew down to Tan Ancestor Mountain.

Upon hearing this, Dao Kun and Xin Bingshuan both felt an ominous premonition and hurriedly rushed out of Tan Ancestor Pavilion.

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong with Tan Yun?” Before Dao Kun could speak, Xin Bingshuan asked anxiously.

“Yes, Saintess Xin.” Xia'er’s eyes brimmed with tears, “It’s all my fault; I put Tan Holy Son in danger.”

Hearing that Tan Yun was in danger, Xin Bingshuan’s delicate body trembled violently. For some reason, at that moment, she felt scared, scared of losing Tan Yun.

“Quickly tell me, what happened to Tan Yun!” Xin Bingshuan's beautiful eyes gradually filled with tears.

“Speak!” Dao Kun urged anxiously.

“Thud, thud—”

Xia'er and the three brothers hurriedly knelt before Dao Kun, and then Xia'er recounted the whole incident in detail.

“Tan Yun will definitely be fine!” Xin Bingshuan’s eyes were filled with tears, her voice quaking with endless rage, “If anything happens to Tan Yun, I, Xin Bingshuan, will not spare the murderer!”

“Whoosh!” Xin Bingshuan’s dress fluttered as she soared into the air, preparing to fly towards Western Mystic Valley.

“Bingshuan, I'll accompany you!” Just as Dao Kun shot into the sky, he suddenly trembled, then, with an excited expression, exclaimed, “Tan boy is fine; look, he’s back!”

Following his gaze, Xin Bingshuan saw Tan Yun in a white robe flying toward her from the horizon.

“Great, he’s fine.” Xin Bingshuan couldn’t help but smile through her tears.

“Whoosh!” Tan Yun floated in midair before Xin Bingshuan, puzzled, “Bingshuan, why are you crying?”

“Crying? Who’s crying?” Xin Bingshuan lowered her head, “I’m clearly smiling!”

“Uh.” Upon seeing the three brothers and Xia'er at the peak of Tan Ancestor Mountain below, Tan Yun understood everything.

Tan Yun looked at Xin Bingshuan and said, “There’s no need to worry; I’m fine, see, I’m perfectly okay!”

“I’m not worried about you; don’t be so self-important.” Xin Bingshuan said, a tear slipping down her cheek.