Primordial Era: The Ten Deadly Formations are Broken, Shen Gongbao Asks Me to Come Out of the Mounta

Hearing the sounds outside the cave, Zhao Gongming was momentarily stunned.

We just got rid of Shen Gongbao, and now Wen Zhong has come in person?

Zhao Gongming shook his head helplessly, and was about to refuse to see him when he suddenly had a thought and changed his mind.

Wen Zhong and Shen Gongbao are actually different.

Shen Gongbao clashed with the Western Zhou because of his grudge against Jiang Ziya. He then tried to drag people into the Jie Sect's scheme, but it was really a case of taking a risk without any real chance of success.

Therefore, Zhao Gongming was able to easily persuade Shen Gongbao to go to the Western Sect. After all, for Shen Gongbao, as long as he could make Jiang Ziya suffer, there was no difference between the Jie Sect and the Western Sect to him.

But Wen Zhong is different. This guy is like a leech. Not only is his goal clear, but he will also stick to the Jie Sect all the time.

Who made Wen Zhong a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother?

The Golden Spirit Mother was a direct disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect, a quasi-saint with boundless supernatural powers.

As her direct disciple, Wen Zhong's connections within the Jie Sect were considerable.

If it weren't for him, the Jie Sect wouldn't have been completely dragged down. For the Jie Sect, this person's role in the Great Tribulation was even more terrifying than Shen Gongbao's.

The current situation is that even if he refuses to see them, Wen Zhong will still go to other fellow disciples in the sect, and it's difficult for him to stop him.

Zhao Gongming left the cave in a flash, and asked with a smile, "Nephew Wen Zhong, I've heard you've become the Grand Tutor of the Mortal Realm, quite the impressive figure. What brings you here today?"

Wen Zhong sighed and cut to the chase: "Uncle-Master, I've come to ask for your help! I hope you'll come down the mountain and lend me a hand!"

Zhao Gongming looked troubled and said helplessly, "Let's go in and talk first!"

After saying this, he welcomed Wen Zhong into the cave.

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and laid out the spirit wine and spirit fruit before saying, "Nephew Wen Zhong, please tell me in detail what trouble you have encountered that makes you so anxious to call for help."

After calming himself down, Wen Zhong recounted his previous experiences one by one. When he mentioned that most of the Ten Heavenly Lords who had come down the mountain for him were now dead, his eyes turned red.

Zhao Gongming felt a pang of regret upon hearing this. Most of the Ten Heavenly Kings were second-generation disciples of the Jie Sect. Although their cultivation was not high, they were all skilled in the art of formations. After the Ten Absolute Formations were set up, they forced the twelve Daluo Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to come down the mountain to take action, even though they were only Taiyi Golden Immortals.

However, this has also resulted in the loss of most of these ten elite members of the Jie Sect.

Wen Zhong was filled with remorse: "It's also because my cultivation is insufficient that I couldn't save those fellow Daoists. However, if Uncle-Master Gongming were present, the Chan Sect certainly wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming smiled wryly and said repeatedly, "Wen Zhong is thinking too simply."

He could indeed defeat the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and make the Daoist Ran Deng flee in disarray, and even kill a few of the Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, but what use would that be? It would only drag him down with it.

After all, they have the support of two great sages, Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Shengren. If things go wrong, these two sages will step in at any time to bully the weak!

However, their master, the Tongtian Sect Leader, had not yet made up his mind. Not long ago, he had even ordered his disciples to go into seclusion and cultivate diligently, and not to leave the mountain.

Just as Zhao Gongming was pondering how to refuse Wen Zhong and how to prevent him from dragging other disciples of the sect into the mire, the system's voice appeared again.

[Option 1: Agree to Wen Zhong's request to descend the mountain and participate in the tribulation, attempting to slay the Twelve Golden Immortals and the Burning Lamp Daoist, forcing the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Supreme Pure Sage to intervene. Reward: One random innate spiritual treasure!]

[Option Two: Refuse Wen Zhong, and receive the reward: Five-Colored Divine Rice!]

[Option 3: Refuse Wen Zhong's offer and persuade him to raise the white flag of truce, thus delaying the Investiture of the Gods calamity. Reward: The Great Divine Power of Golden Light Across the Earth!]

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Zhao Gongming looked at the three options in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

So, my current descent from the mountain into tribulation has actually forced the Primordial Celestial Venerable and the Supreme Saint to personally intervene?

That makes sense, his current combat power is much stronger than in the original Investiture of the Gods. He might actually be able to kill a few Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. Even Daoist Ran Deng wouldn't have had time to ask Lu Ya for help.

But as I said before, so what if I really killed a few of the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect?

Without consulting his master beforehand, Yuanshi Tianzun slapped him, and his master didn't help. In the end, he could only be listed on the list.

Zhao Gongming immediately shook his head, looked at Wen Zhong, and pondered, "Nephew Wen Zhong, do you know that Master recently issued a decree?"

Wen Zhong was taken aback upon hearing this: "What decree does Grandmaster have?"

Zhao Gongming said leisurely, "Master said that the great calamity has arrived, and strictly ordered us to stay at home and quietly recite the Yellow Court Classic."

Wen Zhong was immediately stunned: "This, this... why would our Grandmaster issue such an order? Even if there is a great calamity, is it possible that with his esteemed status, he cannot protect the disciples of the sect?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head: "Master may have his reasons, but nephew, the question now is, what should you do?"

Wen Zhong snapped out of his daze, also looking troubled: "Yes, since Master has issued a decree, I, your junior disciple, cannot disturb my fellow disciples. What should I do?"

Zhao Gongming waited for him to ponder alone for a long time before slowly speaking, "Nephew, I heard that your campaign against the North Sea took fifteen years?"

Wen Zhong didn't know why Zhao Gongming suddenly brought this up, but he honestly said, "That's right. It's because the rebellious Yuan Futong had the support of the demon race, which is why it took a full fifteen years."

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "Is it the remnants of the former Demon Court? Yuan Futong's background is also somewhat unclear... But that's not what I wanted to talk about, Uncle-Master."

"What I mean is, Nephew Wen Zhong, you were willing to spend fifteen years conquering the North Sea in the past, so why rush into conquering Xiqi now?"

Wen Zhong was completely stunned upon hearing this.

Upon careful consideration, I realized that I had indeed been too hasty in this campaign against Xiqi.

But Wen Zhong still explained, "Now the Shang Dynasty is in turmoil with rebellions everywhere, and the people have many grievances against Your Majesty. If I cannot quickly quell the rebellions, how can I return to restore order?"

Zhao Gongming said leisurely, "Perhaps that's the reason, but do you know the principle that haste makes waste? The opponent you're facing now is no small matter! Xiqi has the assistance of the Chan Sect. If you can't persuade the entire Jie Sect to help you, what good will it do no matter how anxious you are?"

Wen Zhong frowned, clearly at a loss for what to do.

Could he possibly go to the Tongtian Sect Leader and persuade him to help?

Looking up at Zhao Gongming's composed demeanor, Wen Zhong's heart stirred: "What should I do? Please teach me, Uncle-Master!"

Zhao Gongming chuckled and, without further suspense, said directly, "Master has his own considerations. Not to mention you, even your teacher and I cannot change his mind."

"Therefore, you actually only have one option now!"

"drag!"