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As Tongtian's voice fell,

Lao Tzu opened his eyes.

Those withered hands slowly rose.

Then it slowly lowered itself.

Lift it up.

lay down.

Repeatedly several times.

Ultimately, he didn't make the list.

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide.

He gazed at the Investiture of the Gods, at the blank page.

A chill ran through me.

Once you sign it, your name will be on it.

Those who make the list die and their spirits are listed.

Even saints cannot escape it.

A fortune of hundreds of millions can vanish in an instant.

He dare not.

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his tone mournful.

Zhunti lowered his head, his hands trembling like leaves.

Nuwa gazed at the list, her eyes filled with overwhelming fear.

She died once.

I know what that feels like.

I don't want to die a second time.

Tongtian looked at the Five Saints, and the mockery on his lips deepened.

"You all dare not?"

"Then this disciple will go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

A sword light condensed and took shape in his palm.

The intent of the Immortal Slayer Sword.

Sharp and unparalleled.

He used the intent of the sword as his brush and the true spirit as his ink.

Write two words on the Investiture of the Gods.

Reaching the heavens.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, conveying a chilling sword intent.

The list shone brightly with gold.

The two characters "Tongtian" are firmly engraved on the list.

Lao Tzu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yuanshi's expression changed drastically.

Jieyin Zhunti suddenly raised his head.

Nuwa cried out in alarm.

Tongtian...did he really sign it?

Did he really sign himself onto the list of deities?

Tongtian stopped and stood with his hands behind his back.

His green robes drooped, and his sword intent flowed.

He gazed at the Five Saints, his eyes calm as still water.

"Disciple has signed."

"It's your turn."

Lao Tzu looked at him.

Looking at that thin yet resolute face.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

Reaching the heavens.

Are you crazy?

To sign himself onto the Investiture of the Gods list?

Do you know what this means?

This means you could face disaster at any time.

It means you may die.

This means you could have hundreds of millions of dollars invested in spiritual practice, only to have it all vanish in an instant.

In order to force them to sign the pledge.

In order to fight for fairness.

In order to protect the sect.

You actually risked your life?

Lao Tzu slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable weariness in them.

He raised his hand.

Purple light condensed at his fingertips.

Write two characters on the Investiture of the Gods.

Lao Tzu.

The handwriting is slender and elegant, yet imbued with a Taoist spirit.

The list shone brightly in gold, with the words "Laozi" engraved on it.

Yuanshi looked at Laozi, at that ashen face.

Gritting his teeth.

Raise your hand.

Jade-pure celestial light gathers at the fingertips.

Write down four characters.

Yuanshi Tianzun.

As the four characters fell, the list shone with golden light.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance.

They both saw the despair in each other's eyes.

The Dao Ancestor agreed.

The imperial edict has been signed.

I signed it.

Yuan Shi signed it.

What else can they do?

The guide raises his hand.

Golden light gathers at your fingertips.

Write down two characters.

To guide or lead.

Zhunti followed closely behind.

Zhunti.

Nuwa knelt on the ground, gazing at the Investiture of the Gods.

Looking at the names of those saints.

Tongtian, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti.

Five names, gleaming with gold.

She's the only one missing.

She raised her hand.

A chaotic radiance gathered at the fingertips.

Trembling, I wrote down two words.

Nuwa.

His handwriting was crooked and lacked any semblance of a sage's demeanor.

The list shone brightly.

All six saints signed the document.

The Purple Cloud Palace was deathly silent.

The chaotic energy flowed slowly.

The Investiture of the Gods hung in the void, with six names shining brightly on the list.

Tongtian, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa.

Six Heavenly Saints.

All of them are on the list.

Hongjun gazed at the Investiture of the Gods, his eyes calm.

He raised his hand.

The Investiture of the Gods transformed into a golden stream of light and disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

"The signing is complete."

"The Investiture of the Gods is complete."

"The day the great calamity begins will be the day you are listed to face the tribulation."

"At that time, everyone will rely on their own abilities, and life and death will be left to fate."

The sound fell, like a decree from heaven and earth.

Lao Tzu closed his eyes and said no more.

Yuanshi's face turned ashen, and the light of the Jade Purity Immortal shone dimly.

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his tone mournful.

Zhunti lowered his head, his hands trembling.

Nuwa collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

Tongtian stood up, hands behind his back.

He gazed at the Five Saints, at their pale faces.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised joy.

"Fellow senior and junior brothers."

See you on the Investiture of the Gods.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green robes vanished from Zixiao Palace in an instant.

Only the five saints remained, standing in place.

I watched the figure disappear.

Looking at the empty palace gate.

silence.

a long time.

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Tongtian... has changed."

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth:

"He hasn't changed."

"They're insane."

Guide the listener to chant the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Amitabha... By doing this, Benefactor Tongtian has driven himself to a dead end."

Zhunti looked up, his eyes filled with hatred:

"He has driven us all to a dead end!"

Nuwa remained silent.

He simply watched the disappearing figure.

Fear surged in his eyes.

Reaching the heavens.

You won.

You've dragged us all down with you.

On the Investiture of the Gods, six saints signed their names.

No one can escape it.

No one can escape it.

No one can stand aside.

Is this the fairness you want?

Nuwa slowly closed her eyes.

The last trace of color drained from that beautiful face.

Hongjun stood in the chaos, gazing at the Five Sages.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"Go."

"Return to your respective temples and cultivate diligently."

"The day the Investiture of the Gods begins will be the day when those on the list are chosen to face their tribulations."

The five saints bowed in unison:

"Your disciple obeys."

Five figures turned around.

Step out.

They disappeared into the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stood alone in the chaos, gazing at the empty palace gate.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Reaching the Heavens".

He spoke in a low voice:

"You have signed yourself onto the list of deities."

"This is beyond my expectations."

"But do you think this will ensure the safety of the Jie Sect?"

You're wrong.

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly.

That gray figure stood alone in the depths of chaos.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

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

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Tongtian landed on the cloud bed and sat cross-legged.

His sword intent flowed like water throughout his body.

His expression was calm.

But beneath that calm lay a sense of relief and ease.

Duobao knelt beneath the cloud bed, looking up at his master.

Those steady eyes were filled with worry.

"Master, you... signed it?"

Tongtian nodded.

"Signed."

"The two characters 'Tongtian' have been engraved on the Investiture of the Gods."

Duobao was startled.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Master, why are you doing this?"

"If you make the list, what will the Jie Sect do?"

"What about the Ten Thousand Immortals?"

"What should this disciple do?"

Tongtian looked at him calmly.

"If I don't make the list, how can I force them to sign?"

"Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa."

"Which one of them isn't a cunning old fox?"

"Which one of them doesn't learn their lesson before they're faced with the unbearable reality?"

"If I don't sign, they won't sign."

"If they don't sign, the Investiture of the Gods cannot be completed."

"If the Investiture of the Gods cannot be completed, the Great Tribulation cannot begin."

"If the Great Calamity cannot be opened, the Jie Sect will forever be a target."

"Hong Daozu will keep a close eye on the Jie Sect."

"The layout of Xuandu will be disrupted."

"Once I signed, they had no choice but to sign."

"They signed it, and the Investiture of the Gods was completed."

"Once the Investiture of the Gods is completed, the Great Calamity will begin."

"When the Great Tribulation begins, everyone will rely on their own abilities."

"With over a dozen saints among the Jie Sect, who are we afraid of?"