Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

At that moment, a resolute glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes. With a thought, the entire underworld seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, shaking violently.

Within the underworld, a chilling atmosphere pervaded, and the cries of ghosts and wolves echoed endlessly. Driven by this powerful force, hundreds of souls involuntarily flew out from the depths of the underworld, scattering haphazardly through the air.

Houtu was shocked to see this. She immediately stood up, her aura surging, and tried to suppress these out-of-control souls.

Her eyes revealed anxiety and anger. "What's going on? What is that old bastard Hongjun trying to do? He's utterly arrogant!"

Houtu pondered to herself, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations. Runes flew from her hands and enveloped the souls.

However, these spells seemed to have sunk into the sea, having no effect whatsoever, and Houtu was also shaken and forced to retreat repeatedly.

Houtu watched helplessly as the souls departed, and could only roar in fury, her voice filled with resentment and despair. "Hongjun, you've gone too far!"

Houtu was filled with anger. She knew Hongjun was powerful, but she never expected him to have such a great influence on the underworld. This made her feel deeply frustrated and uneasy.

Meanwhile, the Tongtian Sect Leader was also startled when he saw this scene.

"The underground passages have not yet been restored, and the Underworld is indeed powerless against Hongjun. Now that he can attack the Underworld, do you think the Witch Clan can still survive?"

This scene further solidified his resolve to join the Tongtian Alliance. He now deeply understood that in this grand game of celestial chess, only by uniting the forces of all sides could they have even a sliver of hope of resisting Hongjun. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he plotted his next move.

Under Hongjun's control, those souls streaked across the sky like shooting stars and arrived at Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stood atop the palace, looking down with an air of absolute confidence. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of Western Sect disciples were resurrected.

The disciples, who had been looking confused, were filled with excitement and joy when they saw Jieyin and Zhunti. They rushed forward and burst into tears.

Zhunti coughed twice, pointed at Hongjun, and hundreds of Western Sect disciples immediately knelt down to pay their respects, saying, "Thank you, Grandmaster, for saving our lives!"

"Ahem, Master, look how much injustice your disciples have suffered! And your own disciple, Maitreya, is even on the Investiture of the Gods list! Please, Master, save them!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's expressionless face instantly changed, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. A powerful holy might erupted from Hongjun, like a surging wave, directly suppressing Zhunti.

"You insolent fool! You are supposed to be a Heavenly Saint, you should follow the will of Heaven, how can you be so unruly! Now that you've been listed on the Investiture of the Gods, how can you possibly release you!"

The sound echoed like thunder throughout the Zixiao Palace, making everyone's ears ring.

The Western Sect disciples, sensing Hongjun's anger, trembled with fear and knelt down to beg for mercy, "Please, Grandmaster, calm your anger and spare our teacher."

After Yuanshi and Jie met, they never expected that Hongjun would get so angry.

After being introduced, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, "Please calm down, teacher. My junior brother was just worried and confused. I hope you will forgive him this time for the sake of our fellow disciples."

After hearing Jieyin's plea, Hongjun's anger subsided somewhat.

Hongjun slowly withdrew his holy power, and Zhunti finally breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, teacher, this disciple knows his mistake."

Hongjun looked at Zhunti with a hint of warning in his eyes, "If you do this again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Then, Hongjun's gaze swept over everyone, "A hundred years from now will be the day when the human race worships Nuwa. The Shang Dynasty will be destroyed, and the Zhou Dynasty will rise. From this day forward, there will be no more human emperors. Do you all understand?"

Upon hearing this, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Yuanshi were all shocked. They instantly understood Hongjun's meaning.

Yuanshi thought to himself, "I certainly don't want to do such a despicable thing, but with those two shameless guys from the West around, this matter won't fall on my shoulders."

As Yuanshi had predicted, Zhunti was secretly delighted and immediately stepped forward to express his attitude: "Master, leave this matter to your disciple. Your disciple will definitely do a good job. For the sake of the great cause of Heaven, this humble Daoist is willing to give his life."

After hearing this, Hongjun nodded slightly and waved his hand, "Very good, disperse."

After bidding farewell to Houtu, Tongtian hurriedly returned to Jin'ao Island.

Throughout the journey, his mind was in turmoil, his thoughts racing. The shadow of the Investiture of the Gods calamity weighed heavily on his heart like a boulder. He knew that this calamity was no small matter, concerning the life and death of all the disciples of the Jie Sect, as well as the rise and fall of the Jie Sect.

Upon returning to Jin'ao Island, the Tongtian Sect Leader did not delay at all and immediately summoned all his personal disciples, the Seven Immortals, Zhao Gongming, and the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, along with other core disciples.

Upon hearing Tongtian's summons, all the disciples rushed over, and soon Biyou Palace was filled with people. After everyone arrived, they all respectfully bowed to Tongtian, the sect leader.

Tongtian's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, revealing a hint of determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is approaching. This tribulation is extremely dangerous. You must quickly improve your cultivation and never be careless. Do not let your guard down and end up on the Investiture of the Gods list. If you encounter disciples of the Chan Sect or the Western Sect in the future, send them to the Investiture of the Gods list."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were startled. "We will obey your orders and strive to improve our cultivation so as not to disappoint you."

Tongtian nodded slightly after hearing this. "Wudang, one hundred and fifty years from now, go to the Yin Shang Dynasty and find a prince named Yin Shou. Take him as your disciple and teach him the arts of governing the country and cultivating himself. This child will be closely connected with the Great Tribulation in the future, so you must teach him with care and remember to protect him well."

The Holy Mother of Wudang stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Teacher, the Human Emperor cannot cultivate. Teaching Yin Shou to cultivate will likely bring unnecessary trouble!"

"This is the Chaos Pearl, capable of shielding heavenly secrets. I'm lending it to you for now, but remember, never let this treasure be revealed to anyone!"

"Your disciple obeys and will do his utmost to teach Prince Yin Shou well."

Just as Tongtian was about to continue speaking, a beam of light flew rapidly from afar, accompanied by a faint fluctuation of energy. Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was Duobao, heavily injured, who had flown to the gates of Biyou Palace.

Duobao looked extremely disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his Taoist robe was stained with blood.

His face was as pale as paper, his breath weak, as if he might collapse at any moment. But his eyes revealed a stubbornness and anger.

Tongtian was startled and quickly flashed to Duobao's side, reaching out to support him with great concern. "Duobao, what happened to you? Who injured you like this?"

Daoist Duobao raised his head with difficulty, looking at Tongtian with eyes full of grief and indignation.