Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked towards Tongtian.

"What are your plans, Master?"

Tongtian gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"go."

"I have no choice but to go."

"How do we get there? What do we say when we get there? Do we sign anything? How much do we sign?"

"Needs to be discussed."

Xuan Du nodded.

"Master is right."

"The signing of the Investiture of the Gods is a predetermined fate and cannot be changed."

"How many can be signed, who should be signed, and how should they be signed?"

"But it's something we can talk about."

"Although the Dao Ancestor Hongjun is powerful, the human path has now awakened and the earth path has been perfected."

"The Jie Sect has more than a dozen Saint-level warriors on its side."

"He dared not push people too far."

"We also dare not push the Jie Sect to the brink of destruction."

"Because if you're pushed to the limit, you'll fight to the death."

"Even Hongjun won't get away with this."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian slowly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of relief.

"you're right."

"Hongjun dared not push people too far."

"Although he possesses the Jade Tablet of Creation and the blessing of Heaven."

"However, one-tenth of the Heavenly Dao's origin has already been consumed."

"Humanity and nature have both been awakened."

"He is no longer the sole ruler of the primordial world."

"He no longer dares to decide life and death with a single word, just like he did back then."

Upon hearing this, Xuandu nodded slightly, and then said:

"Master, you can go as usual."

"Sign a note."

"The Investiture of the Gods is a predetermined fate, and cannot be changed."

"Whether those who make the list live or die, whether they are deified or sainted, is not necessarily predetermined."

"Grandmaster Hongjun wants to sign a note."

Tongtian was taken aback upon hearing this, and asked in confusion:

"You mean, you want me to go, and for me to sign?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"Sign? Why not sign?"

"The Investiture of the Gods is a predetermined destiny set by Heaven and cannot be changed."

"Even a disciple cannot reverse it."

Since we can't avoid it, we might as well face it head-on.

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Moreover, signing the Investiture of the Gods is merely finalizing the list."

"To truly be listed, we must wait until the Investiture of the Gods begins."

"We still need to wait for the Five Emperors to return to their positions."

"We still need to wait for those three saints of humanity to attain their positions."

"There's still time."

There's still a chance.

"There are still variables."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian slowly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of relief.

"you're right."

"Signing notes, there's no escaping it."

"The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect are never afraid of battle."

"The Great Tribulation of the Gods: If you want war, then let's fight."

He rose and stood with his hands behind his back before the cloud bed.

His green robes drooped, and his sword intent flowed.

In those eyes, the light of swords surged like a tide.

Xuandu looked at his master, at that tall and straight back like a sword.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

Master has never changed.

Never afraid of war.

Never back down.

Never bow your head.

This is the leader of the Jie Sect.

This is his master.

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"This disciple has something to say; please remember it, Master."

Tongtian turned around and looked at him.

"speak."

Xuandu said:

"Once you arrive at Zixiao Palace, no matter what Dao Ancestor Hongjun says, Master, you only need to remember one thing."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"

Xuan Du spoke slowly and deliberately:

"The Jie Sect is not the same as it was back then."

"Xuan Du is not the Xuan Du of yesteryear."

"Humanity has awakened, and the earth's path has been completed."

"Hongjun Daozu is no longer the sole ruler of the primordial world."

Tongtian looked at him, at those calm yet profound eyes.

a long time.

He nodded slowly.

"I will remember this."

The four characters fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Xuan Du stood alone beneath the cloud bed, gazing at the vanished figure and the gradually healing void.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Master went to Zixiao Palace.

Go and sign the Investiture of the Gods.

Go and face the predetermined fate of the heavens that has never changed, even though it involves billions of dollars.

But this time, it's different.

This time, Master has the Jie Sect behind him.

There is Xuandu.

There are more than a dozen Saint-level warriors.

"That is what those who have just awakened said."

There was that tunnel that was finally completed.

Hongjun Daozu dared not push people too far.

They also dared not push the Jie Sect to the brink of destruction.

Because if pushed to the limit, it's a fight to the death.

That gray figure didn't fare well either.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the outside of the palace gate.

Above Jin'ao Island, the aura of fortune shone like the sea.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect each occupy their own positions and cultivate their own paths.

Business as usual.

But he knew that after signing the Investiture of the Gods, everything would be different.

Those whose names are on the list, even saints, cannot erase them.

Even the Great Primordial Immortal could not save him.

Even if one dies and one's spirit dissipates, one's true spirit will still be listed on the list.

From then on, there was no more freedom.

This is the Investiture of the Gods.

This was the calamity that Hongjun set up for the Jie Sect.

But so what?

Even calamities can be overcome.

A fixed number can also be changed.

Even Hongjun can be defeated.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He stood in Biyou Palace, his hands behind his back.

A moment of silence.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud.

Yet it clearly pierced through the void and fell upon various caves on Jin'ao Island.

"Duobao".

Kong Xuan.

"Golden-Winged Roc".

"Clouds, Jade Clouds, Azure Clouds."

"Wudang, Guiling, Jinling".

"Come to Biyou Palace."

The nine characters fell like the evening drum and the morning bell.

In various caves on Jin'ao Island, nine figures simultaneously opened their eyes.

Duobao Cave.

A surge of spiritual energy, shrouded in golden light.

Duobao sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, the golden laws flowing endlessly around him, his sharp aura condensing as if it were a tangible substance.

He opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed deep within those calm eyes.

His master was calling him.

And it wasn't as casual as usual.

It is a solemn matter.

It is solemn.

It was a heavy, impending storm.

Duobao stood up and took a step forward.

The golden figure vanished from the cave in an instant.

Kong Xuan Cave.

Five-colored divine light hung above the cave, its radiance flowing and illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged, with five-colored divine light swaying slightly behind him.

The five elements intertwine like a net, their aura as profound as an abyss.

He opened his eyes.

A hint of expectation flickered deep within those arrogant eyes.

His master was calling him.

And it wasn't as casual as usual.

It is a solemn matter.

It is solemn.

It was a heavy, impending storm.

"Brother."

The Golden-Winged Roc, sitting opposite him, also opened its eyes.

Excitement shone deep within those sharp eyes.

"Our master is calling us."

Kong Xuan nodded.

"Walk."

The word fell.

Two figures appeared, one five-colored and the other golden.

They vanished into the cave in an instant.

Zhao Gongming's Cave.

Golden light flowed, and the aura was profound.

Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged, his body emanating from the laws of wind, light and agile as silk.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Three Immortals.

Yunxiao nodded, Qiongxiao nodded, Bixiao nodded.

The four figures stood up simultaneously.

With one step, he disappeared into the cave.

The Cave of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

The Cave of the Holy Mother Tortoise Spirit.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother's Cave.

The three figures stood up almost simultaneously.

They sped off towards Biyou Palace.