Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Let's rewind a little bit.

The gaze travels through the endless void and arrives at the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Jade Void Palace was so oppressive that the air seemed to freeze. Yuanshi Tianzun sat on the Eight Treasures Cloud Throne in the center of the main hall, his hair disheveled, showing no trace of the majesty of a sage.

On the white jade floor before him, the golden holy blood he had spat out in a fit of rage still remained. That holy blood had corroded a large pit in the floor, from which pungent white smoke was still rising.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable stared intently at the Eight Treasures Glazed Bottle enshrined on the altar. Inside the bottle, only a pitiful half-full bottle of Three Lights Divine Water remained.

The thought of Lin Xuan's newborn daughter, who could blow bubbles like this, made Yuanshi Tianzun feel as if his heart was being roasted on fire.

"This is outrageous! Lin Xuan, this change of fortune is simply outrageous!" Yuanshi Tianzun cursed through gritted teeth.

He turned and glanced at the disciples standing below the main hall. Guang Chengzi's head was wrapped in bandages, Taiyi Zhenren was completely bald and had no eyebrows, and Randeng Daoren was in even worse shape, his eyes swollen like two large purplish-black steamed buns, making him look like a completely blind panda, leaning against a pillar and groaning.

These are the Twelve Golden Immortals and the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, whom he was so proud of. Now they've been turned into a disabled persons' shelter by Lin Xuan's family.

The more Yuanshi Tianzun looked at it, the angrier he became. He knew that relying on his useless subordinates to deal with Lin Xuan was a pipe dream. Moreover, that kid Lin Xuan was extremely wicked, holding the destiny of the human race in his hands and protected by the causal rules of the Absolute Heaven and Earth Connection. If he, a saint, were to forcibly intervene, he would definitely suffer a great loss.

"Since we can't beat you openly, we'll just play you to death within the rules." A sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

He suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his sleeve, grabbed the Investiture of the Gods scroll that was radiating the pressure of the Heavenly Dao.

"Guang Chengzi, keep an eye on the Daoist temple. Your master is going to Zixiao Palace!" Yuanshi Tianzun threw down these words, then tore through the void, carrying a bellyful of anger and scheming, and headed straight for Zixiao Palace outside the thirty-third heaven.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on the worn-out futon, his brow furrowed. He was suffering from severe workplace anxiety.

According to his deduced script of Heaven's will, the Wu and Yao races should have fought to the death, then the human race should have prospered, the three religions should have spread, and finally the Investiture of the Gods should have occurred, so that all the disobedient gods could be stuffed into the Heavenly Court to work for Haotian.

And what happened? Lin Xuan, this anomaly, appeared out of nowhere and tore the script to shreds.

The Witch Clan not only survived, but thrived, even cultivating their own primordial spirits. The Demon Clan was reduced to labor camp prisoners, spending their days scrubbing toilets in the underworld. Lin Xuan seized 80% of the Heavenly Court, leaving Haotian a mere figurehead and puppet.

The worst part is that Lin Xuan has become addicted to having children, and each of his children is more extraordinary than the last. The Heavenly Dao sends him warnings every day, and he, as the Dao Ancestor, is more exhausted than a firefighter.

Just as Hongjun was worrying about how to get the plot back on track, the gates of Zixiao Palace were pushed open.

Yuanshi Tianzun knelt down with a thud, and began to complain with a mournful face.

"Teacher! You must avenge your disciple! That Lin Xuan is utterly lawless, indulging his subordinates and children, beating my Chan Sect disciples to death and crippling them. He's also secretly colluding with Tongtian, and the Jie Sect has now become the lackeys of the Wu Clan. If this continues, what will become of the Heavenly Dao? What will become of your authority, Teacher!" Yuanshi Tianzun cried, blaming Lin Xuan and Tongtian for everything.

Hongjun looked at Yuanshi below, who was crying and complaining, and sneered inwardly. "Your Chan Sect couldn't beat them, so you've come to me to complain?"

However, Hongjun reconsidered and realized this was an opportunity. Since the Heavenly Court was short of people, the Investiture of the Gods was bound to begin sooner or later. Now that Yuanshi was willing to step forward as the scapegoat, it would be a good opportunity to give the Jie Sect and the Wu Clan a warning.

"Foolish child, stop crying." Hongjun waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted Yuanshi up. "The workings of Heaven have their own destiny. Haotian has re-established the Heavenly Court, but he has no one to rely on. Today, I will ring the Purple Gold Bell to summon you six sages to jointly sign the Investiture of the Gods and begin the Great Tribulation."

After saying this, Hongjun raised his hand and pointed, and the purple-gold bell at the top of Zixiao Palace emitted a long and deep chime.

The bell tolled regardless of spatial distance, resounding directly within the Six Saints' dojo.

Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on a futon, watching a group of newly accepted disciples practice their swordsmanship. He was in a very good mood. Ever since the Wudang Holy Mother married Lin Xuan, the Jie Sect had latched onto the coattails of the Wu Clan, their pockets were bulging, and their confidence was growing.

Suddenly, the sound of the Purple Gold Bell rang in his ears.

Tongtian's face instantly darkened. He knew his second brother, Yuanshi Tianzun, all too well. The Chan Sect was now crippled, and Yuanshi's visit to Zixiao Palace at this time was definitely not for anything good. The ringing of this bell meant he was going to force everyone to sign the Investiture of the Gods.

"That old schemer is definitely trying to drag my Jie Sect into this mess." Tongtian snorted coldly and stood up.

He knew he was isolated and helpless in the Purple Cloud Palace. Laozi was a peacemaker, and those two bald monks in the West were opportunistic opportunists who would definitely help Yuanshi against him.

Tongtian's eyes darted around, and he immediately made a decision. Instead of going directly to Zixiao Palace, he made a hand seal, tore through space, and arrived at Pangu Palace.

Lin Xuan had just finished dealing with Lin Long, who was gnawing on the formation, when he saw the Tongtian Sect Leader emerge from the void rift, his face extremely grim.

"Brother Tongtian, what brings you here? You look like you've swallowed a dead fly." Lin Xuan patted the dust off his hands and teased him with a smile.

Tongtian strode forward and grabbed Lin Xuan's arm: "Lin Xuan, something terrible has happened! The Dao Ancestor has rung the Purple Gold Bell, summoning us six sages to the Purple Cloud Palace for a meeting. That old codger Yuanshi must have badmouthed me to Hongjun, trying to force me to sign the Investiture of the Gods and use the lives of my Jie Sect disciples to fill the hole in the Heavenly Court!"

After hearing this, Lin Xuan's smile slowly faded.

He knew that the Investiture of the Gods calamity was bound to come sooner or later, but he didn't expect that Yuanshi Tianzun would be pushed to the brink and actually go directly to Hongjun to forcibly start a battle.

"Force you to sign the Investiture of the Gods?" Lin Xuan sneered, his eyes radiating an arrogant and domineering aura. "What is Yuan Shi? How dare he touch someone I, Lin Xuan, protect? Sign this Investiture of the Gods list, my foot!"

"But... that's the Dao Ancestor's decree. In Zixiao Palace, I can't possibly argue with all four of them by myself." Tongtian said anxiously.

"Who said you were alone?" Lin Xuan patted Tongtian on the shoulder, a wicked, arrogant smile playing on his lips. "Come on, brother. I'll go with you to Zixiao Palace today. I want to see what tricks Yuanshi Tianzun has up his sleeve!"