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

Tongtian's eyes were fixed on Hongjun, who was high above and seemed to control everything, his gaze filled with anger and determination.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but because he was so badly injured that he could not hold the sword steadily.

"Hongjun! I am the Sage of the Last Chance of Life. My mission is to seize a glimmer of hope for all living beings in the primordial world. You always say that the general trend cannot be changed, humph, I refuse to believe it!"

His voice carried a hint of madness, and after he finished speaking, he threw his head back and began to laugh wildly.

Hongjun's expression remained calm and serene, like an eternal iceberg, though a barely perceptible ripple seemed to flicker in his deep eyes.

He did not respond to Tongtian Jiaozhu's provocation, but stood there quietly. In his eyes, Tongtian was just an unreasonable child.

Seeing this, Tongtian's anger intensified. He stomped his foot and shot into the air.

When he reached mid-air, he roared to the sky, his voice shaking the heavens.

"There is a glimmer of hope above. Since I founded the Jie Sect, I have made a great vow to seize a glimmer of hope for all living beings. But these sages of the Forty-Nine Heavenly Paths have repeatedly humiliated me and tried to destroy my Jie Sect."

"For the sake of their own lineage, they disregard the lives of all living beings in the primordial world. Today, I, Tongtian, am here to plead for a glimmer of hope to save us!"

When Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Haotian heard Tongtian's roar, they were first stunned, and then burst into wild laughter.

A mocking smile played on Yuan Shi's lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Tongtian, stop talking nonsense. The Jie Sect has recruited those with fur and horns, disrupting the order of the prehistoric world. They deserve to be wiped out. You still dare to use this so-called sliver of hope as an excuse. It's utterly ridiculous."

Zhunti jumped out and bowed to Hongjun with a fawning expression.

"Teacher, Tongtian has gone mad with greed and loss. One of those things that escaped was nothing but a void of rules, yet he's shouting about it here. It's utterly foolish."

Hongjun Daozu nodded slightly, "Tongtian, do not remain stubbornly deluded. If you turn back now, it will not be too late."

"How could you hypocrites understand the great principles of my Jie Sect? My Jie Sect is cutting off a glimmer of hope for all living beings—what's wrong with that? You, for the sake of the Investiture of the Gods, are willing to stir up conflict and plunge the primordial world into war—that is the real sin!"

Just as Hongjun was about to suppress Tongtian, suddenly, a bright light shone from behind Tongtian, and a beam of azure light shot into the sky.

Within the light, a gigantic blue eye slowly emerged, radiating an awe-inspiring power.

The large blue eyes suddenly widened, and an invisible force swept out.

Hongjun's giant palm, which was about to press down on Tongtian, was instantly shattered into countless light spots like fragile bubbles in the face of this power, and scattered in the wind.

This sudden turn of events left the six sages, including Hongjun and Yuanshi, completely dumbfounded. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and their hearts churned like a stormy sea.

Hongjun was deeply shocked. A crack appeared on his usually calm face, revealing his astonishment.

"How is this possible?"

Yuanshi's face was terribly gloomy, filled with a mixture of jealousy and anger. "Why does Tongtian have such a great opportunity? I refuse to accept it!"

Jieyin glanced at Zhunti and transmitted his voice, "Junior brother, how can this... this power be so strong? Could it really be a glimmer of hope? Facing it, I feel as if I am facing the very Dao of Heaven."

"Senior brother, I...I don't know either."

Just as the saints were still immersed in shock, the Heavenly Dao suddenly trembled violently, as if it were an ancient behemoth that had been provoked.

The entire primordial world shook violently, mountains and rivers shattered, and the earth cracked.

The six saints, Hongjun, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa, fell from the sky in an instant, feeling an indescribable pain.

The pain was so intense it reached their very bones, causing them to writhe on the ground, their former dignity completely gone, leaving them only in a pathetic state.

Seeing this, Tongtian breathed a long sigh of relief, but there was no trace of pride on his face.

At that moment, the voice of the Heavenly Dao echoed in Hongjun's mind, "Hong... Hongjun, quickly find a way to appease Tongtian, or I, the Heavenly Dao, will take your life!"

After a quarter of an hour, the six saints were tormented by excruciating pain. Tongtian saw that the time was right, and unable to bear seeing Nuwa continue to suffer, he was about to speak up and make his demands.

"Hongjun! If you are willing to give up the Investiture of the Gods, I will grant you a glimmer of hope and allow you to escape this sea of ​​suffering!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Hongjun Daozu struggled to his feet and glared fiercely at Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Give up the Investiture of the Gods? Absolutely not! If this great calamity doesn't occur, then the primordial world will inevitably be plunged into an immeasurable calamity. Once that immeasurable calamity erupts, the entire primordial world will be devastated. You know how terrifying an immeasurable calamity is!"

Tongtian frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knew the terror of the immeasurable calamity, but he could not stand by and watch the Jie Sect be destroyed.

After a moment, he glanced at Hongjun and said, "Very well, if you are willing to swear an oath to never interfere in the Investiture of the Gods again, I will grant you a glimmer of hope!"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Hongjun's eyes. The matter of the Investiture of the Gods was related to his control over the prehistoric world, but the current situation was critical, and he had no other choice.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, but none of you saints may interfere."

"Yes, as long as your disciple doesn't interfere, I won't interfere either."

Despite the pain, Hongjun slowly flew into the air and loudly swore an oath.

"By the Great Dao above, I, Hongjun, hereby swear that as long as the Sage no longer interferes with the Investiture of the Gods, I will not interfere either. I hope the Great Dao will take heed."

As soon as Hongjun uttered his vow, the Eye of the Great Dao slowly appeared.

"Approved!" A moment later, the Great Dao disappeared into the void.

At that moment, the large blue eye that represented a glimmer of hope gradually disappeared, and the pain of the saints also vanished.

After landing, Hongjun glared angrily at Tongtian, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He wished he could immediately kill Tongtian to vent his hatred.

However, he knew in his heart that Tongtian was protected by the merit of creation and had a glimmer of hope. If he acted rashly, not only would he fail, but he might also cause even greater changes.

"Hmph!" Hongjun Daozu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left in a huff. His back view looked somewhat disheveled, yet it carried boundless anger.

When Jieyin and Yuanshi saw Hongjun leave, they quickly followed and flew together towards Zixiao Palace.

Tongtian was exhausted at this point, and his body fell from the sky like a falling meteor, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

A moment later, Tongtian slowly got up, bid farewell to Nuwa, Houtu, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and flew towards Jin'ao Island.

Houtu looked solemnly at the shattered mountains and rivers around her, then turned and flew towards the underworld, while Nuwa led the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors towards the Fire Cloud Cave.

On Jin'ao Island, the disciples of the Jie Sect had already sensed the unusual activity in the prehistoric world. They all wore expressions of worry as they awaited Tongtian's return.

When the disciples saw Tongtian's figure appear on the horizon, they all surrounded him.

Yunxiao asked anxiously, "Teacher, are you alright?"

Tongtian waved his hand, forcing a smile, "I'm fine. The great calamity is about to begin, and our Jie Sect needs to be fully prepared. You should all go into seclusion and cultivate immediately!"

"Yes, we will certainly live up to our teacher's expectations!"

Inside the Zixiao Palace, however, the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

Hongjun sat in the main seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment. Being forced to make an oath by Tongtian had made him feel utterly humiliated.

Yuanshi broke the silence first, "Teacher, Tongtian's actions this time cannot be allowed to end here. We must find a way to continue advancing the Investiture of the Gods!"

"Shut up! If it weren't for you all, how could I have lost face like this! Why don't you all hurry back to your respective dojos to plan for the great calamity!"

Seeing that Hongjun's anger had not subsided, no one dared to cross him, and they all bid farewell and left.

In the underworld, Houtu immediately summoned the last remaining great witches of the witch clan, including Jiufeng and Xingtian.

"You are all high shamans of my Wu clan, the backbone of the underworld. Remember, if disciples of the Chan Sect, the Western Sect, or the Human Sect come to my underworld, they will immediately be cast into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Those from the Jie Sect, please detain them for now and do not neglect them!"

"Yes, Ancestral Witch Houtu!"

Meanwhile, inside the Fire Cloud Cave, Nuwa and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were also secretly contemplating the future direction of the human race.