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

Wen Zhong's expression remained unchanged.

But a very faint light flashed in those three eyes.

"cast?"

"You are a disciple of the Chan Sect, a student of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable."

"He is the one destined to be enfeoffed as a god, the one who enfeoffs gods on behalf of Heaven."

"You've come to join my Jie Sect?"

"Jiang Ziya, do you take me for a three-year-old?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Jiang Ziya's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Wen Zhong, at those cold, piercing eyes.

A bitter smile slowly crept onto his lips.

That bitter smile was faint, yet it carried the bitterness of losing tens of thousands of yuan.

"The Grand Tutor is right."

"This disciple is a disciple of the Chan Sect, and a student of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable."

"He is the one destined to be enfeoffed as a god, the one who enfeoffs gods on behalf of Heaven."

"But so what?"

He paused, his voice turning somber.

"Grand Tutor, do you know what kind of life I lead in the Chan Sect?"

Wen Zhong remained silent.

Jiang Ziya continued.

"This disciple has mediocre talent, weak foundation, and low cultivation."

"Within the Chan Sect, they are at the very bottom."

"Those fellow disciples with better backgrounds are not as skilled or accomplished as me."

"But they hold high positions as direct disciples, while the disciples can only languish in the outer sect."

"Grand Tutor, tell me, why should your disciple be loyal to such a sect as the Chan Sect?"

Wen Zhong looked at him, his three eyes gleaming.

"So you're going to join the Jie Sect too?"

Jiang Ziya nodded.

"Yes."

As the words fell, a sense of relief washed over him.

Shen Gongbao stood beside Wen Zhong, looking at Jiang Ziya.

Looking at that calm yet stubborn face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

He understands Jiang Ziya.

This person never lies.

I never scheme.

Never betray.

But today, he betrayed us.

They betrayed the Chan Sect and the Primordial Beginning.

They betrayed the Flying Bear's destiny, and they betrayed the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

he came.

Come to Chaoge, come to Wenzhong's residence.

They came to join the Jie Sect.

"Senior brother."

Shen Gongbao spoke, his voice low and deep.

"Do you know what it means to join the Jie Sect?"

Jiang Ziya looked at him calmly.

"Know."

"It means betraying the Chan Sect and betraying our master."

"It means giving up the destiny of the Flying Bear and giving up the power to confer the gods."

"This means being an enemy of the Chan Sect and the Primordial Beginning."

"It means... there's no turning back."

Shen Gongbao remained silent.

Jiang Ziya continued.

"But this disciple is not afraid."

"Because I know that the Jie Sect is the true path."

"Because this disciple knows that the Vice Master of Xuandu is the true master."

"Because this disciple knows that the Jie Sect will surely prevail in the Investiture of the Gods."

Wen Zhong looked at Jiang Ziya, at that calm yet resolute face.

long silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Jiang Ziya, you shall wait here."

"This Grand Tutor will immediately send a message to Jin'ao Island to report to the Vice Master of Xuandu."

"If the Vice Master agrees, you will become a disciple of the Jie Sect."

"If the Vice Leader doesn't agree..."

Jiang Ziya bowed deeply, extending the salute completely.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor."

Wen Zhong nodded and turned to step into the mansion.

Jiang Ziya stood at the foot of the steps, gazing at that imposing figure.

Shen Gongbao stood beside him, gazing at that composed face.

A moment of silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Senior brother, why have you come?"

Jiang Ziya turned his head and looked at him.

The depths of those clear eyes were now profound.

"Because I don't want to be a pawn."

As soon as the seven words were uttered, Shen Gongbao trembled.

piece.

Yes.

They are all pawns.

A chess piece of Yuanshi Tianzun.

A chess piece of Hongjun Daozu.

Pieces predetermined by fate.

The Flying Bear's fate was nothing more than a shackle binding them.

Conferring titles on behalf of Heaven is nothing more than sending them to their deaths.

Taking control of the God-Slaying Whip was merely a way to make them enemies of the Jie Sect.

Then, the body dies and the spirit dissipates, but the true spirit is listed on the list.

A billion-dollar party, yet no escape.

"Senior brother is right."

Shen Gongbao nodded, his voice low.

"We are all pawns."

"But I don't want to be a pawn."

"That's why I've come to join the Jie Sect."

"That's why I've come to see the Vice Master of Xuandu."

"Therefore, I will fight for a future of my own in this calamity of the gods."

Jiang Ziya looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a tacit understanding of mutual appreciation.

"Junior brother, although our paths are different..."

"But today, we arrive at the same destination by different paths."

Shen Gongbao also laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

"yes."

Different paths lead to the same destination.

As the voice faded, the two stood side by side at the foot of the steps.

I looked up and gazed eastward.

Looking towards Jin'ao Island.

The aura of fortune was as vast and boundless as the sea.

Lingyun Peak, Jin'ao Island

Deep within the cave, purple clouds swirled.

Xuandu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his green robes hanging down and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

suddenly.

He opened his eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

I sensed it.

Another message was rushing from the direction of Chaoge, originating from Wen Zhong's residence.

The message carried the presence of Wen Zhong.

It bears the mark of Our Lady of the Golden Spirit.

It possesses the unique Taoist charm of the disciples of the Jie Sect.

Xuan Du raised his hand and made a gentle gesture.

The message transformed into a ray of golden light and entered his brow.

Wen Zhong's voice echoed in his mind.

"Vice Leader, Jiang Ziya, a disciple of the Chan Sect, has come to join us."

"This disciple dares not act on my own initiative; please make the decision, Vice Master."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Xuandu remained silent.

He stood on the cloud bed, his gaze calm.

Jiang Ziya.

The only two Flying Bears.

According to the original destiny, this person was to assist Xiqi and confer divine titles on behalf of Heaven.

He wielded the God-Slaying Whip and sent all the immortals of the Jie Sect to the Investiture of the Gods.

He was a key figure in the Investiture of the Gods.

But now, he has come to join them, to join the Jie Sect.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding of the ways of the world.

Jiang Ziya.

A smart person.

We need to know who the real winner is in the Investiture of the Gods.

If one can genuinely serve the Jie Sect, that would be good.

Then Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his hand.

A chaotic light surged from his palm.

"Wen Zhong, have him come to Jin'ao Island."