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Jiang Ziya spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"I cannot retreat."

Even if it means death, we must not retreat.

He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to activate the Investiture of the Gods.

The golden light curtain suddenly intensified.

The cracks have healed, and it remains as stable as Mount Tai.

Wen Zhong looked at him, his three eyes gleaming.

"Jiang Ziya, you've got guts."

"But how long can you hold out?"

"A quarter of an hour? Two quarters of an hour? Three quarters of an hour?"

"I, the Grand Tutor, would like to see how long your magic can last."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand again.

A third golden dragon emerged from the palm of his hand.

Three golden dragons circled in the air and crashed fiercely into the light screen!

"boom!!!"

The light curtain trembled violently, and cracks appeared again.

Jiang Ziya's face was ashen, and he swayed precariously.

But he still wouldn't back down.

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

He raised his hand, and the God-Slaying Whip was drawn from its sheath.

A purple light surged from the whip, transforming into a giant purple dragon that lunged fiercely at Wen Zhong!

Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly.

The God-Slaying Whip?

The ultimate treasure of the Investiture of the Gods, specifically designed to strike those listed on the Investiture of the Gods list.

Although he was not on the list, he was a disciple of the Jie Sect and a person destined for tribulation.

Although the God-Slaying Whip cannot harm him, it can distract him.

Wen Zhong snorted coldly and raised his hand to block.

The purple dragon and the golden dragon collided and exploded with a deafening roar.

As the shockwaves spread, soldiers from both sides were knocked off their feet.

Wen Zhong took half a step back, and Jiang Ziya retreated several steps.

The two men stood facing each other, a hundred feet apart.

Wen Zhong gazed at Jiang Ziya, his three eyes flashing with light.

"What a magnificent God-Slaying Whip!"

"What a brilliant Jiang Ziya!"

"I underestimated you."

Jiang Ziya's face was deathly pale, but his clear eyes were filled with determination.

"Grand Tutor, you flatter me."

"I have only done my best."

Wen Zhong remained silent.

He looked at Jiang Ziya, at that calm yet stubborn face, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

Although this person's cultivation level is low, his will is firm.

Although he was of mediocre talent, he was kind-hearted.

Although he was a traitor to the Chan Sect, he was loyal to the Jie Sect.

Such a person deserves respect.

"Jiang Ziya".

Wen Zhong spoke, his voice calm.

"Today we are each serving our own masters, so I, the Grand Tutor, will spare your life."

"Once the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods has passed, I, the Grand Tutor, will once again share a drink with you."

Jiang Ziya bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor."

"Once the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods has passed, this humble Taoist will certainly pay a visit to apologize."

Wen Zhong nodded, turned around, and rode back to his formation.

Jiang Ziya stood atop the chariot, watching the departing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

......

Jin'ao Island, Lingyun Cave.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Xuandu sat cross-legged beneath 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.

One body is in Chaoge, one is outside Jin'ao Island, and one is inside the Chaos Pearl.

Business as usual.

But he knew that the two armies were facing off at Sishui Pass.

Wen Zhong and Jiang Ziya each served their own masters.

Although the Shang army was strong, Xiqi had the Chan Sect as its backing.

Before the Twelve Golden Immortals even made a move, the Shang army was already struggling.

If all twelve Golden Immortals arrive, how can the Shang army resist?

Xuan Du opened his eyes.

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

The time has come.

Disciples of the Jie Sect, it's time to descend the mountain.

He rose and stood with his hands behind his back before the cloud bed.

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

He raised his eyes and looked towards the outside of the palace gate.

Above Jin'ao Island, the aura of fortune shone like the sea.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

Below, countless cave dwellings are scattered like stars.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect each occupy their own positions and cultivate their own paths.

Duobao, Kong Xuan, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao, Wudang, Guiling, Jinling.

There are dozens of Primordial Golden Immortals and countless Daluo Golden Immortals.

These people have cultivated a fortune worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

From the Great Golden Immortal to the Primordial Golden Immortal.

From the early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal to the peak stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

One step at a time, one tribulation at a time.

They had waited too long.

So long that even I've forgotten exactly how many cycles I've waited.

Now, the Investiture of the Gods has begun, and the Great Tribulation has arrived.

It's time for them to make their move.

Xuan Du took a deep breath and spoke.

"Disciples of the Jie Sect, heed my command!"

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

The sound was not loud, yet it pierced through the void, through the purple clouds, and through the layers of restrictions.

They fell into every cave on Jin'ao Island.

This reached the ears of every disciple of the Jie Sect.

Duobao Cave.

A surge of spiritual energy, shrouded in golden light.

Duobao sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, the golden laws flowing endlessly around his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of those calm eyes.

His master was calling him.

He was calling upon all the disciples of the Jie Sect.

The time has come.

Duobao stood up and took a step forward.

The golden figure vanished from the cave in an instant.

Kong Xuan Cave.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged, with five-colored divine light swaying slightly behind him.

Beside it stood the Golden-Winged Roc, surrounded by Yin and Yang energies.

The two opened their eyes and stood up.

Five-colored light and the yin and yang energies flashed by, and the figure disappeared.

Zhao Gongming's Cave.

Golden light flowed, and the aura was profound.

Zhao Gongming opened his eyes and looked at the Three Immortals.

Yunxiao nodded, Qiongxiao nodded, Bixiao nodded.

The four figures stood up simultaneously.

The Three Immortals Cave.

Slaughter, destruction, and cause and effect—these three laws are intertwined like a web.

Yunxiao opened its eyes, Qiongxiao opened its eyes, Bixiao opened its eyes.

The three sisters exchanged glances, each seeing the determination in the other's eyes.

He stood up and stepped out.

The Cave of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

The Cave of the Holy Mother Tortoise Spirit.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother's Cave.

The three figures stood up almost simultaneously.

With one step, he disappeared into the cave.

Above Jin'ao Island.

A surge of golden light, like a tide, filled the air.

Countless streaks of light sped out from various cave dwellings.

Golden light, blue light, red light, purple light, white light...

The light was so magnificent, so dazzling, so vast.

It illuminated the entire sky in an instant.

It illuminates the entire Jin'ao Island and the entire East China Sea.

In Biyou Palace.

Tongtian opened his eyes.

Those eyes, gleaming with the light of swords, gazed at the countless streaks of light rushing past the palace gates.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of satisfaction that none of the hundreds of millions of yuan had ever given.

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Intercepting Sect.

They're finally going to make their move.

Xuan Du stood before the palace gate, his hands behind his back.

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

He gazed at the countless streaks of light rushing towards him, and at the faces, some young and some weathered.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Countless streaks of light fell before Biyou Palace.

Duobao was the first to fall.

Wearing a golden Taoist robe, with a composed expression.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Kong Xuan was the second to fall.

Five-colored divine light swayed, and the laws of the five elements intertwined.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Zhao Gongming landed.

Golden light flowed, and the aura was profound.

Late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

The clouds, the jade sky, and the blue sky descended side by side.

Slaughter, destruction, and cause and effect—these three laws are intertwined like a web.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The Virgin Mary of Wudang fell.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The Holy Mother Tortoise descended.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit descended.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Behind him, countless disciples of the Jie Sect fell to the ground.

There are dozens of Primordial Golden Immortals and countless Daluo Golden Immortals.

A dark mass stood before Biyou Palace.

The energy gathered into a sea, reflecting the golden light of fortune above Jin'ao Island.

The entire Jin'ao Island trembled slightly from that aura.

The entire East China Sea trembled slightly under that oppressive force.

Countless gazes turned to the figure in green.

In those eyes, there was reverence, expectation, and above all, unwavering loyalty that would never change for hundreds of millions of dollars.

Duobao stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Vice Master, your disciples have arrived."

"Please give your instructions, Vice Leader."

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

Xuandu gazed at Duobao, at that composed face, at those determined eyes.

nod.

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

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect may make their move at any moment."

"I want you to come down the mountain and help the Shang to attack the Zhou."

"To protect the Shang Dynasty and its people."

"Let the Chan Sect, the Western Sect, and others know that the Jie Sect is not to be trifled with."