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

In the primordial wilderness, on Jin'ao Island.

Purple clouds swirled, and golden light shone like the sea.

Outside Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader gazed into the distance, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

Beneath those eyes, where the sword light shone, simmered a deep sense of melancholy, a feeling that had settled over billions of dollars.

Tongtian withdrew his gaze and stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate.

Gazing at the boundless golden light enveloping Jin'ao Island, and at the ever-flowing river of fortune, he sighed softly.

This sigh contained both relief and a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to articulate.

The primordial world has truly changed.

Although only a century has passed since Xuandu left, the changes in these hundred years have been more dramatic than the sum of hundreds of millions of dollars in the past.

Tongtian turned around and returned to Biyou Palace, where he sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

Sword intent flowed around him like water. The figure in green sat there with a thin face and half-closed eyes, but beneath those eyes lay a profound depth that had accumulated over billions of dollars.

He was thinking of Xuandu.

The person who called him "Master," the figure in blue robes who rose from a mortal to where he is today, is now far away in the depths of chaos.

Tongtian suddenly smiled, a faint smile, yet one that carried an unprecedented ease.

"That kid, he really knows when to leave."

The Biyou Palace was as silent as an abyss.

Tongtian closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of the Heavenly Dao, sensing the changes in this world.

Since the collapse of the Heavenly Dao and the exile of Hongjun, the格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure, environment, and overall situation) of the Three Realms has been completely reshaped.

Countless true spirits have been listed, and those who were once high and mighty have now become ministers of the Heavenly Court.

As Tongtian sensed those auras, the smile on his lips deepened.

"Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa."

"Have you ever considered that one day you might be bound to the Heavenly Court by the Investiture of the Gods?"

"Have you ever imagined that one day you would be pinned down by Haotian?"

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian sat upright on the dragon throne.

His imperial robes hung loosely, his crown was majestic, and his face was resolute.

The hall was shrouded in mist, and the heavenly soldiers and generals stood on both sides, more than ten times more numerous than a hundred years ago.

The Investiture of the Gods hangs in the hall, bathed in golden light.

The names of the 365 righteous gods on the list were all slowly circulating.

Although the true spirits of the five saints were as silent as an abyss, they no longer resisted in the slightest.

They know.

They had no choice.

Over the past century, Haotian has indeed accomplished a great deal.

He sits in the East with the true spirit of the Supreme Saint. Although the saint's majesty is no longer what it once was, the remaining saintly power is still enough to deter those petty villains.

He sits in the West with the true spirit of the primordial beginning, and even a wisp of the authentic Pangu lineage is enough to make some beings in the chaos retreat.

With the true spirit of Jieyin and Zhunti, he guarded the north and south. Although the Buddha's light had dimmed, it could still purify the area.

He used Nuwa's true spirit to guard the boundary between the three realms. Even though only her true spirit remained, the ancient god who mended the sky and created humans was still a being revered by countless living beings.

The five holy spirits have each returned to their proper places.

The majesty of the Heavenly Court was finally no longer an empty shell.

Haotian leaned back on the dragon throne with satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips.

He was indeed the biggest beneficiary.

At the same time, he also had a scale in his heart that weighed him down, preventing him from overstepping it in the slightest.

Whenever Heavenly Court affairs intersected with the Jie Sect, and if the interests of the Jie Sect were involved, Haotian never dared to delay in the slightest.

He knew it all too well.

The scene of the man in blue who single-handedly decided the fate of the world at Sishui Pass is still etched in his mind.

The aura of the man in blue was overwhelming, causing the entire world to tremble.

That man in blue dared to banish even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and even dared to cause the Heavenly Dao to collapse.

What is Haotian, a mere quasi-saint at the peak?

What right do they have to compete with the Jie Sect?

Therefore, whenever the Jie Sect has any needs, Haotian always cares more than anyone else.

When disciples of the Jie Sect wanted to enter the Heavenly Court on business, he opened the door to them with great convenience and made them absolutely no trouble.

If the disciples of the Jie Sect wanted to seize resources from the Heavenly Court, he would turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.

If a disciple of the Jie Sect wanted to promote someone, he would issue an imperial decree without saying a word.

He even took the initiative to send people to Tongtian to express goodwill, saying that if the Jie Sect had any needs, the Heavenly Court would do its best to cooperate.

Haotian leaned back on the dragon throne, gazing at the Investiture of the Gods, and murmured to himself:

"Although I received the Investiture of the Gods, I know that this list is a gift from Xuandu to me."

"If he hadn't spared my life, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation now."

"One should have self-awareness."

"To be the Jade Emperor, one must have even more."