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

Duobao fell silent upon hearing this.

He looked at his master, at that calm yet weary face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Master.

For the sake of the Jie Sect.

For the sake of the Vice Master of Xuandu.

For the sake of all immortals.

You staked your life on the Investiture of the Gods.

"Master..."

Duobao spoke, his voice hoarse.

Tongtian raised his hand, interrupting him.

"No need to say more."

"My mind is made up."

"Go and tell Xuandu."

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the Six Sages are all on the list."

"Let him rest assured to protect the Five Emperors and restore them to their rightful places."

"Protect the positions of those three saints of humanity."

"I will handle the rest."

Duobao nodded emphatically.

"Your disciple obeys."

He stood up, turned around, and strode out of Biyou Palace.

It transformed into a golden streak of light and sped off towards Chendu.

Tongtian stood alone before the cloud bed, watching the departing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Xuan Du".

He spoke in a low voice:

"I've done everything I could as your teacher."

"The rest is up to you."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Purple clouds still lingered in the Biyou Palace.

The figure in green stood alone before the cloud bed.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Above Chendu.

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the void and landing in the direction of Jin'ao Island.

It fell towards the golden streak of light that sped out from Biyou Palace.

Duobao.

He came to deliver a message.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

The Investiture of the Gods has been signed.

All six sages are on the list.

The master also signed his name.

That was a brilliant move.

It was so clever that I had no choice but to sign.

The original source was so clever that it had to sign the document.

The wonder was so great that even the Bodhisattva Cundi had no choice but to sign the document.

It was so clever that even Nuwa had no choice but to sign it.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun was speechless at the marvel of it.

From then on, the Investiture of the Gods no longer distinguished between saints, quasi-saints, or golden immortals.

We only consider cause and effect, only consider luck, only consider destiny.

Whoever is supposed to be on the list, will be on the list.

No one can remain uninvolved.

This is the fairness that Master desires.

This was the counterattack of the Jie Sect.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Du.

The six figures, sitting cross-legged, continued their cultivation beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi.

Six saints of humanity.

The six streams of human virtues shone brightly alongside the crimson-gold light of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

The merits of the Five Emperors were accumulating.

Shaohao was in the East, teaching and enlightening all people.

Zhuanxu was in the north, where he pacified the territory.

Emperor Ku was in the west, teaching the people to cultivate the land.

When Yao was in the south, he controlled the floods and brought peace to the people.

Shun was in the central government, and his filial piety moved Heaven.

The five paths of merit are like five long rivers.

It came from the five directions that converged in the primordial era.

It flows into the sea of ​​human destiny and fortune, into that slumbering state of being.

When the merits are fulfilled, the Five Emperors will return to their rightful place.

At that time, the three saints of humanity will descend to their positions.

First come, first served; no one will be waited for.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

He raised his hand.

A chaotic halo of light surged from his palm, transforming into a tiny ripple.

It pierced through the void and fell towards the west.

It fell towards the dark mist hidden in the clouds.

"Taotie"

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

The west.

Above the Di Ku tribe.

The dark mist trembled slightly.

The Taotie's blood-red eyes shone through the mist.

"Master?"

Xuan Du's voice clearly reached its ears.

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the Six Sages are all on the list."

"From this moment on, the great calamity has begun."

"The Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect will surely take action before the Five Emperors have completed their merits."

"You need to be more careful."

"To protect Emperor Ku completely."

The gluttonous beast's blood-red eyes flashed with light.

"Disciple understands."

"Rest assured, Master, as long as I am here, Emperor Ku will be here."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He withdrew his consciousness and turned to the center.

It fell towards that wisp of chaotic, light smoke hidden in the clouds.

"chaos."

Chaos's figure trembled slightly.

"Master?"

Xuandu said, "The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the great calamity has begun."

"Shun's situation was more dangerous than Emperor Ku's."

"His enemy is not outside, but inside."

"His father, mother, and brother all wanted him dead."

"If anyone tries to obstruct or sow discord."

"Shun's merits and virtues are therefore difficult to fully realize."

"You need to be more careful."

The light flickered within the chaotic blood-red eyes.

"Disciple understands."

"Rest assured, Master, as long as your disciple is here, Shun will be here too."

Xuan Du nodded.

He withdrew his consciousness.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his blue robes fluttering slightly.

I looked up at the heavens above.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

"Hongjun".

He spoke in a low voice.

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed."

"All six sages are on the list."

"The Great Tribulation has begun."

"From now on, it's up to each person to rely on their own abilities."

......

The west.

The Di Ku tribe.

The twilight was as red as blood, and the setting sun sank in the west.

Smoke curls from the chimneys of the village.

Farmers return home, and cowherds drive their cattle.

A peaceful scene unfolded, as if the primordial undercurrents had no connection to this place.

over nine days.

In the clouds.

A cloud of pitch-black mist floated silently.

The fog was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

It blends into the sky.

Even a quasi-saint would not be able to find a trace of it without deliberately searching.

Deep in the fog.

Taotie's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly.

Its enormous body was concealed in the mist, and its aura as an early stage of the Ninth Heaven was completely suppressed.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

It has never done such a thing.

They secretly protected him.

They cannot show themselves.

We cannot make a move.

It cannot be exposed.

He could only watch from above the clouds, silently observing the mortal below.

Taotie lowered its eyes.

Bloodshot eyes pierced through the clouds, landing on the simple wooden house in the center of the tribe.

In front of the wooden house.

A figure was bending over and working in the fields.

Barefoot in the mud, hands holding the plow.

Sweat poured down like rain, dripping onto the field.

Emperor Ku.

The supreme ruler of the human race.

One of the Five Emperors.

At this moment, he showed no trace of the demeanor of a holy emperor.

He was only dressed in coarse linen clothes.

Only a pair of hands covered in calluses.

He only has a heart that cares deeply for the people.

Taotie stared at the figure, a complex emotion flashing in its blood-red eyes.

It has been worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

I have seen countless living beings and countless powerful figures.

It has swallowed the primordial chaos, the innate spiritual treasures, and the origins of countless powerful beings.

Of all the living beings it has ever seen.

No one was like Emperor Ku.

He is clearly the supreme ruler of the human race.

They could have simply reaped the benefits without lifting a finger.

He clearly had the power to command the people.

But he insisted on farming himself.

Make your own calendar.

He personally taught the people.

He personally tasted hundreds of herbs and used them to cure hundreds of diseases.

"Is this the Holy Emperor of the Human Race?"

Taotie murmured softly.

"No wonder Master protected him."

"This person is indeed worth protecting."

It looked away.

His bloodshot eyes gazed into the distance.

The sun has set, and the sky is gradually darkening.

Lights began to appear in the tribe.

The children were playing, and the woman called them home.

Business as usual.

But a sense of unease lingered in Taotie's heart.

The unease was very faint.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But it has lived for hundreds of millions of years, survived countless calamities caused by ferocious beasts, and gone through countless life-and-death experiences.

Its intuition has never been wrong.

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the great calamity has begun."

Taotie muttered to itself.

"The Chan Sect, the Ren Sect, and the Western Sect will definitely seize the opportunity to make their move."

"Master said that Emperor Ku is in the West, which is the territory of the Western Religion."

"While Jieyin and Zhunti are not to be feared, they have many disciples."

Taotie's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly.

What's meant to come will come.