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Kunlun Mountain.

Towering into the clouds, shrouded in ethereal mist.

The eternal snow covers the mountain peaks, reflecting a cool, serene light under the moonlight.

The mountains were silent and still.

Cranes return to their nests, and auspicious beasts fall asleep.

Business as usual.

But beneath that calm lay an indescribable sense of oppression.

That was the oppressive feeling of an impending great war.

That was the oppressive feeling of a great calamity descending.

That was the oppressive feeling of not knowing whether one's life or death was in danger.

Inside the Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his body surrounded by surging, ethereal light.

Since the Dao Ancestor lent him a portion of the Heavenly Dao's origin, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds.

The peak of the Seventh Heaven has been reached, achieving perfection.

Just one step away is the eighth heaven.

But he couldn't take that step.

Because the foundation is unstable.

Because of insufficient luck.

Because that plummeting ten percent of fortune was compensated by the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

However, damage to the foundation cannot be healed overnight.

He needs time.

It requires accumulation.

It needs time to settle.

But the process of becoming a god doesn't wait for anyone.

The great calamity waits for no one.

The Xiqi army has reached Sishui Pass.

The army of Chaoge has already left the city to meet the enemy.

The disciples of the Jie Sect are about to face a calamity.

He can't wait.

We cannot return it.

We had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Master."

A voice came from outside the hall.

Yuanshi opened his eyes.

"Come in."

Guang Chengzi stepped into the hall and knelt on the ground.

"Master, the Xiqi army has arrived at Sishui Pass."

"Wen Zhong led the Shang army to meet the enemy, and the vanguard has already clashed with them."

"Several disciples of the Jie Sect have already appeared on the battlefield."

Yuan Shi nodded.

"understood."

"Go down and prepare for battle."

"When the disciples of the Jie Sect enter the tribulation, you should lead your fellow disciples to take action."

"Kill if you can, capture if you can."

"Let all the immortals of the Jie Sect be listed."

Guang Chengzi kowtowed.

"Your disciple obeys."

He stood up, turned around, and strode out of the Jade Void Palace.

Those steps were firm.

That silhouette was resolute.

Yuanshi stood alone on the cloud bed, watching the departing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Xuan Du".

He spoke in a low voice, as cold as ice.

"You send Kong Xuan to Chaoge, and the phoenix sings in Chaoge; the Mandate of Heaven rests on Shang."

"You have broken my Phoenix Cry in Xiqi strategy."

"You won the first game."

"But can you win the second game?"

"In the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, each will rely on their own abilities."

"I'd like to see how you plan to protect the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Inside the Jade Void Palace, the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide.

The golden figure stood alone on the cloud bed.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Outside Kunlun Mountain.

Deep in the void.

Nine figures slowly materialized.

Fuxi was in front, Shennong was on the left, and Xuanyuan was on the right.

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi followed.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun are arranged on both sides.

Nine people stood in the void, their auras completely concealed.

It blends into the night, and into the clouds and mist.

Even if a sage were to arrive in person, he would not be able to perceive the slightest thing.

Fuxi raised his eyes and looked towards Mount Kunlun.

Looking towards the direction of Jade Void Palace.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"The Beginning".

He spoke in a low voice.

"You just wait."

"Wait for the battle between Chaoge and Xiqi to begin."

"That will be your death day."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Night was falling.

Outside the Kunlun Mountains, all was quiet.

Nine figures were hidden deep in the void.

and so on.

Wait until the battle begins.

Wait for the best opportunity to surround and kill Yuanshi.

Waiting for the Taotie to arrive.

The void rippled slightly.

A dark figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

The Taotie landed beside the nine people, standing with its claws behind its back.

A light flickered in his blood-red eyes.

"Nine fellow Daoists, I've kept you waiting."

Fuxi nodded.

"You're too kind, senior."

"With the arrival of the senior, the encirclement and killing of Yuanshi will be foolproof."

The Taotie nodded and then lay dormant.

Underworld

The road to the underworld is long and winding, and the River of Oblivion flows on and on.

The Samsara Seal hangs in the void, its six rays of light endlessly revolving.

Since the awakening of humanity, the underworld has become increasingly stable.

The number of true spirits continuously flowing into reincarnation increased by 30% compared to previous days.

A new resonance is faintly present between the six gates.

That is the resonance between the way of humanity and the way of the earth, a sign that the three ways of heaven, earth and humanity are beginning to balance.

Houtu Temple.

The palace is magnificent, yet not extravagant.

Bluestone paving the ground, the darkness serving as a lamp.

Inside the hall, Houtu sat upright in the main seat.

Her pale yellow robes hung down, and the karmic patterns around her body flowed as if they were real.

Those hazy, dark eyes were slightly closed, but beneath that closedness lay a calm that seemed to hold the weight of millions of dollars.

A true sage.

Peak of the Nine Heavens.

Since reaching the pinnacle of her cultivation, her progress has been rapid.

After the shackles that bound her to the Netherworld Billion Dollar Society were broken, her path was no longer hindered.

With the essence of the earth bestowed upon him, he holds the power of reincarnation, and all beings in the Nine Netherworlds submit to him.

She is the master of the earth.

It is the supreme being who holds the reincarnation of life and death.

It is an existence that can rival Hongjun.

But at this moment, her gaze fell on the two figures below.

One wore a green robe, the other a red robe.

The man in the blue robe had a lean face, three long strands of beard fluttering down his chest, and his aura was as restrained as a deep abyss.

Zhen Yuanzi.

The ancestor of earth immortals, the master of the ginseng fruit tree.

Since attaining enlightenment, he has been practicing in the Houtu Temple.

Stabilize your realm, accumulate strength, and await the attainment of godhood.

The man in the red robe had a cold and stern face, and his body was surrounded by a palpable aura of killing intent.

The River Styx.

The progenitor of slaughter, the lord of the sea of ​​blood.

Since attaining enlightenment, he has been practicing in the Houtu Temple.

Solidify the foundation, refine the art of warfare, and await the arrival of the great calamity.

The two stood in the hall, bowing slightly.

In those eyes, there was respect, expectation, and even a hint of barely suppressed fighting spirit.

The Investiture of the Gods has begun, and Xiqi has raised an army.

Chaoge accepted the challenge, and a great calamity descended.

The disciples of the Jie Sect are about to face a calamity, and the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect will not stand idly by.

As true saints and allies of the Jie Sect, how could they stand idly by?

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed in the hall, standing with his hands behind his back.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He looked up and gazed at the pale yellow figure.

He bowed slightly.

"Empress Houtu".

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

Houtu opened her eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those chaotic-colored eyes.

She gazed at the figure in blue, at that young yet composed face.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, you've arrived."

Xuan Du nodded.

"The Investiture of the Gods has begun; the Great Calamity has arrived."

"This disciple has something to discuss with Your Majesty."

Houtu looked at him, her gaze calm.

"speak."

Xuandu straightened up and glanced at Zhen Yuanzi and the Styx River.

His gaze was calm as still water, but when it fell on the two of them, it felt like an immense burden.

Zhen Yuanzi felt a chill run down his spine, and Styx's expression hardened slightly.

The two bowed in unison.

"Vice Leader (Senior)."

Xuan Du nodded and looked away.

He looked at the pale yellow figure and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Your Majesty, this disciple wishes to borrow Zhen Yuanzi and the Styx River."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly.

"Borrow them? For what?"

Xuandu said, "Surround and kill me."

As the four words fell, the hall fell silent.

The ghostly lamp flickered unpredictably.

The Wheel of Reincarnation trembled slightly.

The sound of the River of Oblivion suddenly stopped.

Zhen Yuanzi's pupils contracted slightly, and Styx's expression changed drastically.

Lao Tzu?

The Sage of Taiqing?

Seven Heavens of the Heavenly Sage?

The deputy leader wants them to surround and kill me?

Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging horror in his heart.

He looked up and gazed at the figure in green.

"This disciple dares to ask a question."

"Laozi is a sage of the seventh heaven, while his disciple and fellow Daoist Styx are only at the second heaven."

"Even if the two of them joined forces, they would be no match for each other."

"Why send your disciples to their deaths?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"Sending them to their deaths?"

"Did you think I would send you to your deaths?"

Zhen Yuanzi remained silent.

The River Styx remained silent.

The two stood in the hall, their faces solemn.

Xuandu raised his hand.

Within the palm of his hand, the Chaos Pearl shimmered with light.

On the body of the pearl, forty-nine chaotic restrictions were faintly visible.

A jet-black light surged from the pearl.

The light froze, revealing a figure.

It is about ten thousand feet tall, shaped like a human figure, and its entire body is as black as ink.

Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, each scale bearing innate Dao patterns.

It exudes a chilling and malevolent aura.

Above its head, a pair of blood-gold eyes were as large as lanterns.

Divine rebellion.

The King of Ferocious Beasts.

Peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.