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

Xiqi, the Prime Minister's Residence.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon and stars were few.

Jiang Ziya sat cross-legged in the quiet room, his Taoist robe was gray and white, and his face was calm.

The Investiture of the Gods hung overhead, shimmering with golden light.

The God-Slaying Whip lay across his knees, its purple light swirling around him.

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

It's not about spiritual practice.

We are waiting.

Waiting for instructions from the Vice Master of Xuandu.

Waiting for the opportune moment when the Investiture of the Gods begins.

We'll wait for the chance to save as many as we can.

suddenly.

He was jolted.

I sensed it.

A divine sense was rushing towards them from the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

That divine sense was extremely strong, extremely abundant, and extremely vast.

Like the sky, like the earth, like the endless void.

The Heavenly Saint is in the Seventh Heaven.

Yuanshi Tianzun.

Jiang Ziya felt a chill run down his spine.

Master has arrived.

They've come to investigate.

They've come to hold people accountable.

His expression remained unchanged, but a faint glimmer of light flashed deep within his closed eyes.

It's good that you're here.

This is a good opportunity to let Master take a look.

Look at Jiang Ziya, whose man is he now?

Look at the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip; whose weapons are they now?

Let's see who is behind the dramatic drop in the fortunes of the Chan Sect by 10%.

The primordial spirit instantly enveloped the entire Prime Minister's residence.

It enveloped Jiang Ziya, the Investiture of the Gods, and the God-Slaying Whip.

He wants to see it.

Let's see if Jiang Ziya has betrayed us.

Check if there are any unusual things in the Investiture of the Gods.

Check if the God-Slaying Whip has been tampered with.

Jiang Ziya's expression remained unchanged, and he did not move an inch.

He allowed that divine sense to sweep over him.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

The primordial consciousness slowly receded.

We found nothing.

Because the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip still shone brightly with golden light, their imposing presence as imposing as a mountain.

Because Jiang Ziya was still his mediocre disciple.

Because the humanistic fortune of the Jie Sect was completely obscured by the Chaos Pearl.

Even if the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself were to arrive, he would not be able to sense it in the slightest.

Inside the Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi opened his eyes.

His dignified face was filled with doubt.

There was nothing there.

Jiang Ziya did not betray anyone.

There was nothing unusual about the Investiture of the Gods.

The God-Slaying Whip was intact.

Why has the fortune of the Chan Sect plummeted by 10%?

Why?

Why?

His mind raced with thoughts, but he couldn't make sense of them.

"Could it be... Xuan Du?"

Yuan Shi spoke in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of barely concealed fear.

"What did he do now?"

"What scheme have you set up this time?"

"Are they plotting against the Chan Sect again?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the shadow of that man in blue was everywhere.

He was present when the Investiture of the Gods was signed.

He was there when the Five Emperors returned to their thrones.

He was there when the four ferocious beasts were subdued.

He was there when the gods were in rebellion.

Now, the fortunes of the Chan Sect have plummeted by 10%, but he is still here.

He was there every single time.

It was him every single time.

Each time, it caused Yuan Shi to suffer greatly.

Yuan Shi slowly closed his eyes.

On that majestic face, the light of Jade Purity Immortal shone intermittently.

Beneath that radiance lay a sense of powerlessness that tens of thousands of yuan had never experienced before.

He is a Heavenly Saint of the Seventh Heaven.

He was the leader of the Chan Sect.

It is the authentic Pangu lineage.

But in front of Xuandu, in front of the Jie Sect, in front of the human path and the earth path.

He is nothing.

We can't win.

You can't win if you try.

It's impossible to calculate; you can't win.

They could only watch helplessly as the Jie Sect grew in power.

He could only watch helplessly as his disciple betrayed him.

They could only watch helplessly as their luck plummeted.

There's nothing we can do.

Nothing can be changed.

Nothing can stop it.

"Xuan Du..."

Yuanshi spoke in a low voice, his voice as cold as ice for eternity.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the light in his eyes was as cold and icy as jade.

But beneath that coldness lay a powerlessness that could not be denied.

He couldn't beat Xuandu.

They couldn't defeat the Jie Sect either.

Even if they were to storm Jin'ao Island, it would only bring shame upon themselves.

Even if you go to find Hongjun Daozu, you will only hear "The Investiture of the Gods: Each Relies on Their Own Abilities" again.

He could only endure it.

We can only wait.

We have no choice but to find another way out.

Yuanshi raised his eyes and looked south.

Shouyang Mountain.

Eight Views Palace.

Brother.

"We can only turn to our eldest brother."

He spoke in a low voice and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The golden figure vanished from the Jade Void Palace in an instant.

......

Shouyang Mountain

The area was shrouded in mist and purple clouds.

The Bajing Palace stands atop the mountain, its gates tightly shut.

Above the door, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, connected to the energy veins of the entire Shouyang Mountain.

The billion-dollar meeting remained unshaken in the slightest.

But today, behind that door, there is an undeniable sense of desolation.

Yuanshi landed before the palace gate and looked up.

The palace gates remain majestic, and the Daoist patterns still flow.

But that luck was much weaker than before.

The fortunes of the Humanist sect have been declining ever since Bai Shou rebelled.

Although it didn't plummet by as much as the Chan Sect by 10%, it still caused significant damage.

Yuan Shi gently shook his head.

The elder brother accepted tens of thousands of yuan from Bai Shouhui, using him as a tool, but on the surface, Bai Shouhui was his only disciple.

Now the disciple has betrayed us and joined the Jie Sect.

Where will my elder brother put his face?

How much of your foundation remains, elder brother?

How much further can my elder brother go on his path?

Yuan Shi took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Squeak..."

The palace gates slowly opened.

Beyond the door, the purple glow dimmed, and the ground was covered with green jade.

The withered figure sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

The purple light surged like a tide, but beneath that light lay an undeniable weariness.

Lao Tzu.

The Supreme Sage.

The Heavenly Saint is in the Seventh Heaven.

He has been cultivating here ever since Bai Shou rebelled.

It's not seclusion, it's hiding.

He hid from the gaze of the world, from the gossip of the ancient land, from the humiliation that made him feel utterly ashamed.

Yuan Shi entered the palace with steady steps.

The chaotic energy automatically separated around him, and the purple-purple Dao light slightly stagnated.

He walked to the foot of the cloud bed and bowed slightly.

"Brother."

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

Lao Tzu opened his eyes.

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

There was exhaustion, helplessness, and even a hint of barely concealed hatred.

He hates Xuandu, he hates the Jie Sect, he hates Bai Shou.

I also hate myself.

He hated himself for misjudging people, hated himself for raising a tiger that would cause him harm, and hated himself for being betrayed by a disciple, a dignified saint of the Supreme Purity.

"Junior brother is here."

The four words fell, and the voice became hoarse.

Yuanshi nodded and stood beside the cloud bed.

"Elder brother, Bai Shou has betrayed us."

Lao Tzu remained silent.

Yuanshi continued, "He joined the Jie Sect and became a disciple of Xuandu. He is now cultivating within the Jie Sect."

Lao Tzu remained silent.

But those withered hands clenched slightly.

The purple light surged like a tide, and beneath that light, killing intent surged like a tide.

"Elder brother, although Bai Shou is mediocre and lacks a solid foundation, he is still your disciple."

"His defection from the Human Sect to the Intercepting Sect is a slap in your face, a trampling on your foundation, and a severing of your path."

Yuanshi paused, his voice turning deep:

"Brother, are you still going to endure this?"