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Duobao looked at Xuandu, at those calm yet unquestionable eyes.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

Temporarily take charge of the Jie Sect?

The vice-leader entrusted such an important matter to me?

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

"Vice Master, my cultivation is low and my experience is limited. I am afraid I am not up to the task."

Xuandu looked at him and gently shook his head.

"Low cultivation level?"

"You are at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."

"Still inexperienced?"

"Within the Jie Sect, seniority, cultivation level, and prestige are the determining factors."

"Besides you, who else?"

Duobao remained silent.

He looked at Xuandu, at those calm yet trusting eyes.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

The vice-leader never looked down on him.

From preaching on the shores of the East China Sea in the past to today.

From the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

From an ordinary disciple of the Jie Sect to the senior disciple of the Jie Sect.

The vice-leader was always watching him, guiding him, and nurturing him.

Now, the deputy instructor is going back to Chendu.

We must protect the Five Emperors and ensure their return to their rightful places, and we must protect the positions of the three sages of humanity.

He then temporarily handed over the Jie Sect to him.

Such trust is as heavy as Mount Tai.

Duobao bowed slowly, giving a deep bow.

"This disciple will certainly live up to the Vice Leader's expectations."

"This disciple will safeguard the Jie Sect, safeguard Jin'ao Island, and safeguard the Ten Thousand Immortals."

"When Master returns, this disciple will surely return the Jie Sect intact."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Xuandu looked at Duobao and nodded slightly.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply raised his hand and gently patted Duobao's shoulder.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it carried the deep bond between master and disciple that had lasted for tens of thousands of yuan.

I believe you.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Duobao's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded emphatically.

Xuandu withdrew his hand and looked at the other eight people.

"You will assist Duobao and safeguard the Jie Sect."

The eight men bowed in unison: "Disciples obey!"

Xuan Du nodded.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

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

The palace returned to silence.

The purple clouds still linger, and the green jade still carpets the ground.

But the atmosphere was more solemn than usual.

From this moment on, the Jie Sect will be temporarily led by Duobao.

Duobao stood beneath the cloud bed, raising his eyes to look at the vanished figure.

Gazing at the gradually healing void.

Take a deep breath and suppress the surging emotions in your heart.

He turned around and faced the eight people.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters."

"The Vice Master has temporarily entrusted the Jie Sect to me. I will do my utmost to protect the Jie Sect."

"But the matter of the Jie Sect is not something I can handle alone."

"I hope you will all lend your full support."

As soon as the words were spoken, all eight people bowed in unison.

Kong Xuan spoke, his voice calm:

"Don't worry, Senior Brother."

"We will obey the Vice Leader's orders."

"The affairs of the Jie Sect are our affairs."

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

The Golden-Winged Roc stood beside Kong Xuan, its sharp eyes filled with determination.

"Senior Brother, if any villains dare to take advantage of the Vice Leader's absence to attack Jin'ao Island..."

"I, the Golden-Winged Roc, will be the first to fight!"

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Duobao looked at the eight people, at their firm, trusting, and unreserved faces.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

This is the Jie Sect.

This is the Ten Thousand Immortals.

This is the home run by the vice-leader and the leader, a multi-million dollar organization.

"it is good."

With that word spoken, a sense of relief washed over me.

Duobao turned around and stood with his hands behind his back in front of 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.

Business as usual.

Ke Duobao knew that from this moment on, he had an extra responsibility on his shoulders.

A responsibility entrusted by the vice-chairman.

A responsibility to protect the Jie Sect.

A responsibility that will live up to expectations.

"Gentlemen."

Duobao spoke, his voice calm.

"Each goes their own way and cultivates their own path."

"Report immediately if anything changes."

The eight men bowed in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Eight figures turned around and took a step forward.

They transformed into eight streaks of light and vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Duobao stood alone before the cloud bed, gazing at the empty palace gate.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Vice Leader."

He spoke softly, his voice drifting on the wind:

"Your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Purple clouds still lingered in the Biyou Palace.

The golden figure stood alone before the cloud bed.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

......

Zixiao Palace

The palace gates stood majestically, and wisps of chaotic energy seeped slowly from the cracks in the doors.

That aura was ancient and vast, carrying a pressure that could weigh billions of dollars.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, his blue robes hanging down, his sword intent restrained.

He looked up at the tightly closed palace gate.

Above the door, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, with the Three Thousand Great Daos hidden within.

Zixiao Palace.

He has come here countless times.

The time for preaching at Zixiao Palace comes; the time for distributing treasures at Fenbao Cliff comes; the time for the decisive battle between the witches and demons comes.

But never before has it been so solemn.

Because this time, it's the signing of the Investiture of the Gods.

It was a scheme orchestrated by Hongjun Daozu, who had spent billions of dollars.

It is the calamity of the Jie Sect.

Tongtian's expression was calm, his eyes as still as water.

He raised his hand.

Push the door open.

"Squeak..."

The palace gates slowly opened.

Behind the door, chaotic air surged like a tide.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos, his back to the palace gate, his gray Taoist robe hanging down.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

Five figures sat cross-legged beside him.

Laozi was at the head, his purple-purple light surging, his face withered, and his eyes slightly closed.

Next was Yuanshi, whose Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered unpredictably, his majestic face devoid of any expression.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood side by side, bathed in golden light, accompanied by the sound of chanting.

Nuwa was at the end, her body surrounded by a chaotic radiance, and her beautiful face was now filled with complex emotions.

The five saints have arrived.

The final message from Hongjun Daozu to Tongtian.

Tongtian's gaze narrowed slightly.

finally?

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet carried a hint of mockery.

"It seems that in the heart of the Dao Ancestor, it is clear who is close and who is distant."

He spoke in a low voice, not loud, but clearly heard throughout the palace.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes and looked at him.

Those once tranquil and indifferent eyes are now filled with complexity.

Yuan Shi also opened his eyes, his gaze cold and sharp.

The guide chanted the Buddha's name softly, while Cundi remained expressionless.

Nuwa looked at him, her eyes filled with surging hatred.

But no one spoke.

No one dared to speak.

Because behind Tongtian stood the Jie Sect.

Xuan Du stands there.

There stood more than a dozen warriors at the Saint level.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had to give him some face.

Tongtian stepped into the palace.

His steps were unhurried and measured.

The chaotic energy around him automatically parted, as if it dared not obstruct the figure in green.

He walked to the opposite side of the Five Saints and sat cross-legged.

His sword intent flowed like water, reflecting the surging chaotic energy.

I looked up and gazed at that gray figure.

"Dao Ancestor, your disciple has arrived."

As the five words fell, Hongjun turned around.

On that ancient face, there was neither sorrow nor joy, neither anger nor power.

Only peace.

A kind of tranquility that can settle down after hundreds of millions of dollars.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that gaunt yet resolute face.

A moment of silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"Tongtian, do you know why I summoned you here?"

Tongtian nodded.

"Know."

"Investiture of the Gods".

The three words fell like a thunderclap.

Lao Tzu's gaze narrowed slightly.

Yuan Shi's expression changed slightly.

The guide chants the Buddha's name in a low voice, while the Bodhisattva Cundi joins her palms together.

Nuwa slowly clenched her fists.

Conferred God list.

The three religions signed and pledged.

The destiny is determined.

It's finally coming.