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

In Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back beneath the cloud bed, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

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

Nine streaks of light were rushing towards them from various caves.

The light was so fast, like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Its power was so great, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Seven breaths.

Nine streams of light fell one after another into Biyou Palace.

Duobao was the first to step in.

Wearing a golden Taoist robe, with a composed expression.

The laws of metal flowed around him, his sharp aura like a knife.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Kong Xuan was the second to step in.

Five-colored divine light swayed, and the laws of the five elements intertwined.

His aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The Golden-Winged Roc followed closely behind.

The golden light was sharp and its momentum was like a rainbow.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao stepped in side by side.

Slaughter, destruction, and cause and effect—these three laws are intertwined like a web.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Guiling, and Our Lady of Jinling enter.

They were all at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Nine figures stood in Biyou Palace.

They all bowed deeply, performing the full salute.

"Greetings, Vice Leader!"

The sound shook the palace, and purple clouds surged.

Xuan Du gazed at the nine people, his eyes calm.

He didn't speak.

I just watched them quietly.

Looking at Duobao's calm face.

Looking into Kong Xuan's arrogant eyes.

Gazing at the imposing aura of the Golden-Winged Roc.

Looking at the three laws of Sanxiao that are intertwined like a net.

Looking at the three powerful auras of Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling.

Nine people.

Nine Primordial Golden Immortals.

Among the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, the nine strongest were...

Tens of thousands of yuan will be spent on arduous practice.

From the Great Golden Immortal to the Primordial Golden Immortal.

From the early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal to the peak stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

One step at a time, one tribulation at a time.

They have come this far.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

The nine people straightened up and looked up at the figure in green.

In those eyes, there was reverence, expectation, and above all, unwavering trust that would last for hundreds of millions of dollars.

Duobao spoke, his voice deep:

"Vice Master, did you summon me here because you have something to instruct me?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"The Investiture of the Gods is about to be signed."

As soon as the six words were uttered, Biyou Palace fell silent.

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

The pupils of all nine people contracted slightly.

Conferred God list.

The three religions signed and pledged.

The destiny is determined.

Of course they know.

Before the tens of thousands of yuan meeting, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already predetermined this calamity.

The Jie Sect is the one destined to face this calamity.

Those whose names are on the list must die and their spirits be included.

From now on, there will be no more freedom, no more transcendence, and no more Great Way.

They could only be confined to the Heavenly Court and driven by the Jade Emperor.

A billion-dollar party, yet no escape.

This is the Investiture of the Gods.

This is the calamity that befell the Jie Sect.

Duobao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Master, Master... he's already gone to Zixiao Palace?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"They've already gone."

"They should already be in the Zixiao Palace by now."

"With Hongjun Daozu, with Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa."

"Discuss the signing of the document."

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of the nine people changed slightly.

The sect leader alone faced Hongjun Daozu and five Heavenly Dao Saints.

Even if the sect leader's cultivation is extraordinary, even if he has the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in hand.

They may not be able to escape unscathed.

Moreover, they also had to sign the Investiture of the Gods.

They also needed to decide the fate of the disciples of the Jie Sect.

Kong Xuan stepped forward, and five-colored divine light swayed.

"Master, this disciple wishes to go to Zixiao Palace to protect the Sect Leader!"

The Golden-Winged Roc followed closely behind:

"This disciple is also willing to go!"

The three immortals stepped forward together:

"This disciple is also willing to go!"

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling bowed in unison:

"This disciple is also willing to go!"

Nine people volunteered in unison.

In those eyes, there was fighting spirit, determination, and unwavering loyalty that had never wavered despite billions of dollars in assets.

Xuandu looked at the nine people and gently shook his head.

"No need."

"It's enough for Master to go alone."

"If you go, it will only make Hongjun Daozu think that the Jie Sect is guilty."

"They seem to be afraid of the Jie Sect."

"They felt that the Jie Sect had no one left."

The nine people were taken aback.

Kong Xuan frowned slightly:

"Master, what do you mean...?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"What I mean is, Master should go alone, openly and honestly."

"I will not bring disciples, I will not bring protectors, I will not bring anyone else."

"Let the Dao Ancestor Hongjun take a look."

"The leader of the Jie Sect, even alone, can stand in the Zixiao Palace."

"It can also face the Five Sages of Heaven."

"It can also be used to sign the Investiture of the Gods."

"Don't frown, don't back down, don't bow your head."

After the words fell, the nine people remained silent.

They gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Master is right.

The fact that the leader went alone demonstrates the magnanimity of the Jie Sect.

He will not bring any disciples, Dharma protectors, or anyone else.

Standing upright and dignified in the Zixiao Palace.

Let Hongjun Daozu take a look.

Let the Five Sages of Heaven see.

Let all living beings in the primordial world see.

The Jie Sect is not afraid.

The leader of the Jie Sect is not afraid.

The Great Tribulation of the Gods: If war is necessary, then war shall ensue.

Duobao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Disciple understands."

"This disciple will wait for the Master's return on Jin'ao Island."

Kong Xuan nodded, and the five-colored divine light swayed slightly.

"This disciple will also be on Jin'ao Island, waiting for the Master's return."

The Three Immortals nodded, as did Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling.

Duobao looked up and gazed at the figure in green.

"Vice Master, there is something I do not understand."

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"speak."

Duobao asked, "After the Investiture of the Gods is signed, how should the Jie Sect conduct itself?"

As soon as the voice fell, the other eight people all looked towards Xuandu.

In those eyes, there was doubt, expectation, and an undisguised unease.

The Investiture of the Gods is a predetermined fate determined by Heaven.

Those whose names are on the list will die and their spirits will be recorded.

From now on, there will be no more freedom, no more transcendence, and no more Great Way.

They could only be confined to the Heavenly Court and driven by the Jade Emperor.

A billion-dollar party, yet no escape.

Of the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect, who can be listed? Who cannot be listed?

No one knows.

Even the cult leader probably couldn't control it.

Because the Investiture of the Gods was based on the Jade Tablet of Creation by Hongjun Daozu, guided by the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and centered on the fortunes of the three religions.

It took hundreds of millions of dollars to forge this supreme treasure.

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

Even the Great Primordial Immortal could not save him.

Xuandu looked at the nine people, at their faces that were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide their unease.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"After the Investiture of the Gods is signed, the Jie Sect can do as it pleases."

"Practice continues as before, preaching continues as before, and protecting humanity continues as before."

"Being on the list is a matter of fate."

Those who are destined to be on the list can't escape it.

Those who shouldn't be on the list won't be.

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"You just need to do your own thing."

"Leave the rest to me and Master."

Upon hearing this, the unease in the hearts of the nine people gradually dissipated.

The vice-leader is right.

Those who are destined to be on the list can't escape it.

Those who shouldn't be on the list shouldn't be.

Thinking about it more is useless.

It's better to focus on your spiritual practice and do your own thing well.

The Investiture of the Gods will begin, and the great calamity will descend.

Strike when the iron is hot, fight when the iron is hot.

I have a clear conscience, I am worthy of the Jie Sect, and I am worthy of my Master.

Duobao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart.

"The vice-leader is right."

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan nodded, and the five-colored divine light swayed slightly.

"This disciple understands."

The Three Immortals nodded, as did Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling.

The nine people bowed in unison.

Xuandu looked at the nine people and nodded slightly.

He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back beneath the cloud bed.

He raised his eyes to look outside the palace gates, and towards the golden light of fortune above Jin'ao Island.

The light was like the sea, vast and boundless.

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

The billion-dollar club has never wavered.

"Duobao".

The two words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Duobao shuddered and took a step forward.

"Disciple is here."

Xuandu turned around and looked at him.

The depths of those eyes, calm as an ancient well, were now profound.

"I want to go back to Chendu."

"It will take another thousand years for the Five Emperors to return to their rightful places."

"Until Master returns, you will be in charge of the affairs of the Jie Sect for the time being."

As soon as the sound fell, the Biyou Palace fell silent.

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

Duobao's pupils constricted slightly.