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Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the chaotic energy suddenly stagnated.

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze still calm.

Beneath that calm exterior lies a profound understanding of the ways of the world.

"You're getting impatient."

As the three words fell, Yuanshi trembled all over.

Hongjun continued.

"You're in a hurry because the fortune of the Chan Sect has plummeted by 10%."

"You're in a hurry because Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao have both betrayed us."

"You're in a hurry because Bai Shou has also betrayed us."

"You're anxious because the Jie Sect is getting stronger and the Chan Sect is getting weaker."

You're in a hurry because you're afraid.

"I fear the Jie Sect will not be defeated during the Investiture of the Gods."

"I fear the Chan Sect will never have a chance to rise again."

"I fear that from now on, you, Yuanshi, will be trampled underfoot by Xuandu."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Yuan Shi's face turned deathly pale.

He stood in the palace, the Jade Purity Immortal Light flickering erratically.

His dignified face was filled with humiliation.

The Daoist Ancestor was right.

He panicked.

I'm scared too.

Because the fortune of the Chan Sect plummeted by 10%.

Because both Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao betrayed them.

Because Bai Shou also betrayed them.

Because the Jie Sect is getting stronger and stronger, while the Chan Sect is getting weaker and weaker.

Because he was afraid.

Fearing the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect will not be defeated.

They fear that the Chan Sect will never recover.

They feared that Yuanshi Tianzun would be trampled underfoot by Xuandu from then on.

"The Dao Ancestor..."

Yuanshi spoke, his voice hoarse.

Hongjun raised his hand to interrupt him.

No explanation needed.

"I called you here not to hear your complaints."

"There is something I need to tell you."

Yuan Shi was taken aback.

Lao Tzu raises his head.

Hongjun gazed at the two saints, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"Xiqi is about to raise an army, and Chaoge will respond."

"All the immortals of the three religions have entered the calamity."

"The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect are listed to face their tribulations."

Even Xuandu cannot save everyone.

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

Yuan Shi was startled, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Lao Tzu looked up, and the purple and clear light of Dao surged like a tide.

Is the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods about to begin?

The Jie Sect then faced calamity.

Wan Xian was then listed.

Even Xuandu couldn't save everyone.

"Dao Zu Yingming!"

Yuanshi knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Lao Tzu followed closely behind, kneeling on the ground.

The two saints were in tears.

Hongjun looked at them, his gaze remaining calm.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

Get up.

The two emperors rose and stood in the palace.

Yuanshi raised his eyes and looked at the gray figure.

"Dao Ancestor, this disciple has another request."

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"This disciple wishes to borrow the Heavenly Dao Origin of the Dao Ancestor."

"To stabilize the fortunes of the Chan sect and solidify the foundation of its disciples."

"Otherwise, the Chan Sect would have collapsed before the Investiture of the Gods was even held."

"If this disciple fails, he will never have a chance to turn things around."

Hongjun remained silent upon hearing this.

He looked at Yuanshi, at that face that was trying to remain calm but couldn't hide its urgency.

a long time.

He spoke slowly.

"The origin of the Heavenly Way should not be used lightly."

"I have already consumed one-tenth of my strength. If I consume any more, the Heavenly Dao will be unstable, and the primordial world will be shaken."

"Even the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods will be hindered."

Even the predetermined course of destiny can be loosened.

"Yuanshi, are you sure you want to borrow it?"

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth.

"This disciple is certain."

"If the Chan Sect collapses, the Investiture of the Gods will lose one of its allies."

"The will of Heaven is predetermined, but one link is missing."

"Dao Ancestor, this disciple is not borrowing this for myself."

"This was for the purpose of the Investiture of the Gods."

"This is borrowed by Heaven."

"This is a fixed amount borrowed."

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

Hongjun looked at him and remained silent.

a long time.

He nodded slowly.

"it is good."

The word fell.

He raised his hand.

A golden light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

It illuminated the entire Zixiao Palace in an instant.

Illuminate the surging chaotic currents, illuminate the dormant origin of the Heavenly Dao.

"This is the origin of the Heavenly Dao."

"I originally intended to save it for the Investiture of the Gods."

"Today, I lend it to you."

"Strengthen the fortunes of the Chan sect, solidify your foundation."

"It will be returned once the Investiture of the Gods is completed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave a gentle push.

The golden light pierced straight into the body of the Primordial Beginning.

"boom!"

Yuan Shi was startled.

His face was flushed and his veins were bulging.

His aura surged dramatically!

The bottleneck of the Seventh Heaven suddenly loosened under the infusion of the Heavenly Dao Origin.

Mid-stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Late stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Peak of the Seventh Heaven!

The surge showed no signs of abating.

The fortunes of the Chan sect began to rise again.

The 10% drop was slowly recovered thanks to the compensation from the Heavenly Dao Origin.

Yuanshi lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

In his palm, the Jade Pure Immortal Light flowed endlessly.

The light was more than twice as strong as before.

The aura was more than twice as strong as before.

The oppressive force was more than twice as strong as before.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"

Yuanshi knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Hongjun waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities."

"Go."

"Return to Kunlun Mountain and cultivate diligently."

"Strengthen the foundation, stabilize the fortune."

"Once the Investiture of the Gods begins, it will be your time to make your move."

Yuanshi nodded and stood up.

Lao Tzu stood beside him, bowing slightly.

The two saints turned around and strode out of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Those steps were more determined than when they came.

That back view was straighter than when it came.

Because they possessed the origin of the Heavenly Way.

Because they had the promise from the Dao Ancestor.

Because they had hope for the Investiture of the Gods.

The Purple Cloud Palace fell silent once more.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos.

I watched those two figures disappear into the distance.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"The Primordial Beginning, Lao Tzu."

He spoke in a low voice.

Don't let me down.

"The Investiture of the Gods is your last chance."

"This is also my last chance."

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Lingyun Cave

Purple clouds swirled, and spiritual energy filled the air.

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.

The three bodies each have their own duties.

Business as usual.

But he knew that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

The Investiture of the Gods is about to begin.

Xiqi will rebel.

That cataclysmic event that will sweep across the primordial world is about to arrive.

Xuan Du opened his eyes.

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

He remembered something.

A matter of utmost importance.

The rebellion in Xiqi required a greater cause.

The phoenix's cry in Xiqi embodies that great righteousness.

The black bird gave birth to the Shang dynasty.

The Black Bird was a totem of the Shang Dynasty.

It is a symbol of the mandate of heaven that the Shang Dynasty received.

This is the basis for King Zhou (Di Xin) receiving the mandate of heaven.

If Xiqi also has the cry of a phoenix, and a black bird descends to earth.

That would mean that destiny has shifted.

That would mean that the Shang Dynasty's fate was sealed.

That would mean that Xiqi took over, in accordance with the will of Heaven and the people.

This is the greater good.

With righteousness in hand, the world will turn to you.

Once Xiqi raised an army, it was no longer considered a rebellion.

It was to overthrow King Zhou.

It is acting on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice.

It was a plea for justice and punishment of the guilty.

This is the scheme of the Chan sect.

This was the plan devised by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

This allowed Xiqi to seize the moral high ground, causing the Shang Dynasty to lose the hearts of the people.

Let the calamity of the conferment of gods proceed slowly under the guise of conforming to the will of Heaven.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"The Phoenix Cries in Xiqi?"

He spoke in a low voice, which drifted through the cave.

"The Black Bird Descends?"

"A shift in destiny?"

"Such arrogance."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"What if that phoenix cry was fake?"

"What if that black bird was a forgery by Xiqi?"

"What if that so-called transfer of destiny is nothing more than a play staged by the Chan Sect itself?"

After the sound faded, the cave fell silent.

Purple clouds surged, and spiritual energy permeated the air.

The figure in green robes stood alone on the cloud bed.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.