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

Sishui Pass

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

Wen Zhong stood before the gate, a divine light flickering in his three eyes.

He gazed at the distant Xiqi camp and at Jiang Ziya's command flag, his mind churning with thoughts.

The deputy leader wanted to kill Hongjun, destroy the Investiture of the Gods, and defy the predetermined fate of Heaven.

What a magnificent spirit!

What courage!

What a heroic spirit!

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He turned around and looked at Shen Gongbao.

"Shen Gongbao".

"Pass down the order: the entire army will launch an attack first thing tomorrow morning."

Shen Gongbao was taken aback.

"Grand Tutor, Xiqi is protected by the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, and Jiang Ziya is in charge of the Investiture of the Gods."

"Although our army has the help of our senior brothers from Jieshi, the forces in Xiqi are not weak either."

"A hasty attack could lead to unforeseen consequences."

Wen Zhong looked at him, his three eyes gleaming.

"Unexpected?"

"This Grand Tutor cannot wait any longer."

"The Vice Master is on Jin'ao Island, plotting with Houtu Niangniang to ambush and kill Hongjun."

"We are at Sishui Pass, how can we sit idly by?"

"Even if we can't help the vice leader kill the enemy, we must still fight this battle well."

"Let Xiqi know that the Shang Dynasty is not to be trifled with."

"Let the Chan Sect know that the Jie Sect is not to be trifled with."

"Let Hongjun know that even if he personally takes action, he will not be able to shake the foundation of the Jie Sect."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Gongbao shuddered.

He looked at Wen Zhong, at that resolute yet determined face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

The Grand Tutor is going to fight to the death.

We must share the burden with the vice-leader.

We must bring glory to the Jie Sect.

We must demonstrate the might of the Shang Dynasty in this calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

Display the power and momentum of the Jie Sect.

"Your disciple obeys!"

Shen Gongbao bowed, turned and left.

Wen Zhong stood alone before the gate, watching the departing figure.

The light in its three eyes was intense.

"Xiqi."

He spoke in a low voice.

"We'll see tomorrow."

......

Xiqi Camp

Central command tent.

The flickering candlelight illuminated solemn faces.

Ji Fa sat upright in the main seat, his face pale.

He looked down at the generals below, at their terrified faces.

An indescribable sense of sorrow welled up in my heart.

When the immortals of the Jie Sect arrived, the people of Xiqi were filled with fear.

Even the Twelve Golden Immortals dared not make a move lightly.

Is it even possible to fight this battle?

Can Xiqi still win?

"Master Jiang."

Ji Fa spoke, his voice hoarse.

"The Jie Sect is powerful; how should Xiqi respond?"

Jiang Ziya sat at the lower end, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, with a calm expression.

He looked at Ji Fa, at that terrified face.

After a moment of silence, he slowly began to speak:

"Your Majesty need not worry."

"Although the Jie Sect is powerful, Xiqi is not without its own tricks."

"Although the Twelve Golden Immortals suffered a defeat, it was merely a test."

"The real battle has not yet begun."

Ji Fa looked at him and slowly nodded.

"I trust Master Jiang."

Jiang Ziya nodded and said nothing more.

He simply raised his eyes and looked outside the tent.

Looking towards the direction where the immortals of the Jie Sect were suspended in the void.

I sighed softly to myself.

Deputy leader.

You appointed your disciple to assist Zhou and to be in charge of the Investiture of the Gods.

But now that my fellow disciples have arrived, how should I conduct myself?

To fight, to retreat, or to surrender?

This disciple does not know.

The disciple only knows that he will save as many as he can.

If we can put one in, we'll put one in.

This is the significance of a disciple joining the Jie Sect.

......

The next day.

As dawn breaks, a thin mist hangs like gauze.

At the Sishui Pass, the two armies lined up in battle formation.

In the Shang army's formation, Wen Zhong stood on his horse at the front of the formation.

Divine light flickered within its three eyes, and the oppressive aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal surged forth like a tidal wave.

Behind him, the immortals of the Jie Sect hung in the void.

Duobao stood with his hands behind his back, his golden Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light swayed, and the laws of the five elements intertwined.

Zhao Gongming shimmered with golden light, his aura as deep and profound as an abyss.

Behind the Three Immortals, the three laws of slaughter, destruction, and cause and effect surged like a tide.

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling each occupy their respective positions.

Behind him stood dozens of Primordial Golden Immortals and countless Daluo Golden Immortals.

It was a dark, oppressive mass, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, or a raging tsunami.

In the Xiqi formation.

Ji Fa stood on the chariot, his face pale.

Jiang Ziya sat beside him, 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.

Behind him, the generals of Xiqi looked terrified.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect stood in the void.

Guang Chengzi's face was ashen, and the Fantian Seal hung above his head.

Chi Jingzi, Yun Zhongzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yu Ding Zhenren...

Twelve people, each in their designated place.

However, its aura was far weaker than that of the immortals of the Jie Sect.

Wen Zhong gazed at the Xiqi formation, at Jiang Ziya's command flag.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Jiang Ziya".

He spoke, his voice like muffled thunder.

"Today, I, the Grand Tutor, will lead the Shang army to fight a decisive battle against Xiqi."

"If you have the ability, then stop this Grand Tutor."

"If you cannot stop them, then offer your neck for slaughter."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Jiang Ziya's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Wen Zhong, at that resolute yet determined face.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

Wen Zhong is going to fight desperately.

Shang Jun is going to fight desperately.

The Jie Sect is going to fight desperately.

This battle will not be easy.

But he couldn't retreat, because he was the commander of Xiqi.

Because he was the one in charge of the Investiture of the Gods.

Because he was a pawn of the Vice Master of Xuandu.

"Grand Tutor."

Jiang Ziya spoke, his voice calm.

"We each serve our own masters, so further discussion is pointless."

"If you want war, then let's fight."

Wen Zhong nodded.

"it is good."

He raised his hand, and a golden light surged from his palm, transforming into a giant golden dragon.

They charged fiercely into the Xiqi formation!

Jiang Ziya's expression remained unchanged.

The Investiture of the Gods shone brightly, and a golden curtain of light enveloped the Xiqi army.

The giant dragon crashed into the light screen and exploded with a deafening roar. The shockwave sent soldiers from both sides staggering about.

Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly.

"What a magnificent list of deities!"

He raised his hand again, and another golden light surged out.

Two golden dragons, one on the left and one on the right, crashed fiercely into the light screen!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two loud bangs were heard, and the light screen trembled violently.

The cracks are numerous and spread like a spider web.

Jiang Ziya's face was slightly pale, and his body swayed.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to back down.

The Investiture of the Gods hung overhead, radiating golden light.

The cracks on the light screen slowly healed.

Wen Zhong frowned slightly.

"Jiang Ziya, how long can you hold out?"

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.

It transformed into a giant purple dragon and pounced fiercely towards Wen Zhong!

Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly.

Raise your 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.