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The Zixiao Palace instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only Lin Long, huddled in a corner, took a bite of a jade pillar with his mouth agape, the crisp sound echoing in the empty hall.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was the first to react. He was furious, practically fuming, as he watched Lin Xuan swagger in. This was the Dao Ancestor's Daoist temple, the most sacred place in the primordial world! Lin Xuan's actions were tantamount to trampling on the dignity of a saint.

"Lin Xuan! You arrogant fool! This is Zixiao Palace, the place where sages hold meetings. How dare you, a barbarian from the Wu tribe, trespass here! Get out of here now!" Yuanshi Tianzun pointed at Lin Xuan's nose and cursed loudly.

Lin Xuan didn't even glance at him. He walked straight to the empty prayer mat next to the Tongtian Sect Leader, kicked the mat aside, and then took out an extremely luxurious grand chair from his system space, sitting down with a flourish.

The twelve Ancestral Witches immediately lined up behind Lin Xuan, each with their arms crossed, coldly staring at the four saints opposite them. They looked exactly like a group of gangsters collecting protection money.

"Who do you think you are, daring to tell me what to do?" Lin Xuan leaned back in his armchair, crossed his legs, and said with a mocking tone, "Does this Zixiao Palace have your name on it? Even the Dao Ancestor hasn't said anything to kick you out, so what are you barking about? What, weren't your disciples beaten enough last time? Do you want to personally spar with them today?"

"You!" Yuanshi Tianzun was hit where it hurt, his face instantly turned liver-colored, and his magical power surged, about to make a move.

That's enough.

Hongjun on the high platform finally opened his eyes. He glanced at Lin Xuan indifferently, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He could sense that the causal threads on Lin Xuan's body were a tangled mess, even he, a Dao Integration cultivator, could not see through them.

"I have summoned you here today for the position of the Heavenly Court's Righteous God." Hongjun ignored Lin Xuan's provocation and cut straight to the point. With a wave of his hand, a scroll radiating primordial yellow energy appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

"This is the Investiture of the Gods. The Jade Emperor needs 365 righteous gods to maintain the operation of the heavens and earth to rebuild the Heavenly Court. You disciples of the three religions are all in this calamity. Those with profound roots will achieve the path of immortality; those with slightly less profound roots will achieve the path of gods; and those with shallow roots will be reduced to ashes. Today, you will sign your names on this list to fulfill the will of Heaven."

After Hongjun finished speaking, the scroll of the Investiture of the Gods slowly floated down and hovered in the center of the hall.

Yuanshi Tianzun immediately responded, his tone extremely firm: "Master, you are wise. My disciples of the Chan Sect are all immortals of good fortune, who usually remain secluded in their caves, quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic, and have never been tainted by the calamities of the mortal world. There is no one from my Chan Sect who can sign this list. On the other hand, my junior brother Tongtian's Jie Sect has disciples of varying quality, many of whom are creatures with fur and horns, or born from eggs. The Jie Sect will take all three hundred and sixty-five spots."

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader immediately flew into a rage.

"Yuanshi! What utter nonsense are you spouting!" Tongtian pointed at Yuanshi and cursed, "What kind of blessed immortals are your Twelve Golden Immortals? They cause trouble in human territory, only to be beaten to a pulp by Lin Xuan's child. Is this your good disciple? My Jie Sect disciples may not be of the same birth as you, but they are all upright and honorable. You think you can use my disciples to fill a hole? No way!"

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw this, they quickly jumped out and started complaining about being poor.

Zhunti wiped away his tears and said, "Brothers, please calm down. Our Western Sect is far too poor to even find a decent disciple. We absolutely cannot sign the Investiture of the Gods."

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, completely ignoring the two Western Saints. He walked directly to the center of the hall, grabbed the Investiture of the Gods, strode up to Tongtian, and slammed the list onto the table in front of Tongtian.

"Tongtian! You have to sign today, whether you like it or not! This is the will of Heaven, and you can't mess around with it!" Yuanshi Tianzun stared at Tongtian, looking like he would force him to sign if he didn't.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was so angry that he trembled all over and was about to draw his Qingping Sword to fight Yuanshi to the death.

Just then, a very clear and childlike voice rang out in Lin Xuan's arms.

"This rag is so ugly! It's not shiny at all, and it's so annoying to look at!"

The speaker was none other than Lin Xi, Su Daji's daughter, who possessed an innate body of wealth and fortune. The little girl had somehow climbed onto Lin Xuan's lap, tilting her head and looking at the scroll of the Investiture of the Gods radiating a mysterious aura in Yuan Shi's hand with a look of utter disdain.

Lin Xi grew up in the Pangu Palace, where she played with top-grade spirit stones and innate spiritual treasures. Although the Investiture of the Gods was a rare treasure of the Heavenly Dao, its dull and gray appearance didn't suit the little girl's aesthetic at all.

The Primordial Celestial Lord was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Lin Xi angrily: "Where did this bastard come from, daring to spout such nonsense here!"

"Who are you calling a bastard!" Lin Xi had quite a temper; she was Lin Xuan's darling.

The little girl got angry, and the consequences were serious.

With a sudden wave of her small hand, the winged coin she had been clutching tightly transformed into a blinding golden light and flew directly toward Yuanshi Tianzun.

It was her most precious companion treasure—the fully formed Falling Treasure Coin!

The Primordial Celestial Lord didn't take the child's attack seriously at all, and casually waved out a beam of Jade Purity Immortal Light to try to block it.

However, the characteristic of the Falling Treasure Coin is that it ignores all grades and defenses (except for the supreme treasures of saints who have attained enlightenment). The golden light directly pierced through the Jade Purity Immortal Light and struck the back of the hand of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable that held the Investiture of the Gods with perfect accuracy.

"Snapped!"

A very crisp sound.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt a numbness on the back of his hand as an extremely strange force of law instantly severed his connection with the Investiture of the Gods.

He loosened his grip.

The Investiture of the Gods, which represented the will of Heaven and determined the fate of countless beings in the primordial world, fell to the cold floor of Zixiao Palace with a thud, right before the shocked eyes of all the saints. It rolled twice and got covered in a layer of dust.