After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Qishan, Fengshentai (Investiture of the Gods Platform).

Bai Jian, the God of Blessing who guards the Conferred God Platform, is idly tidying up the Soul-Summoning Banner in his hand.

Suddenly, a golden light, carrying a dazed and confused true spirit, stumbled through the blood rain and drifted towards the Conferred God Platform.

The true spirit's aura was immense, yet it exuded a deathly, ashen aura, clearly indicating a violent death.

"Who is this expert?"

Bai Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly waved the soul-guiding banner to help the soul.

When the spirit approached, revealing a bewildered and pained face, Bai Jian's hand trembled violently, almost dropping the flagpole.

He recognized that face all too well; he had seen the demeanor of this immortal from the Chan Sect when he served under the Yellow Emperor.

"Fear...fear of Senior Brother Liusun?"

Bai Jian gasped, his voice trembling.

These are the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, the apple of Yuanshi Tianzun's eye, and Great Luo Immortals who have long since transcended the Three Realms!

Since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods, those who died were either members of the Jie Sect or mortal generals. When has such a core figure ever been listed?

"Bai Jian, is that you?"

Ju Liusun's true spirit seemed to regain some clarity. Looking at the familiar Conferred God Platform before him, a trace of extreme resentment and bitterness flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, it could only turn into a long, mournful sigh as he was helplessly sucked into that cold list.

One of the Twelve Golden Immortals is gone!

……

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

This is the sacred place of the sages, where all laws cannot invade and all evils retreat.

But at the very moment that Ju Liusun Zhenling was listed, deep within the main hall, the Jade Void Glazed Lamp, which symbolized the fortune of the Chan Sect, suddenly exploded with a "snap," its wick bursting into flames and emitting a blinding burst of sparks.

Sparks landed in front of the Nine Dragons Incense Carriage, scalding several black spots onto the ground paved with millennia-old black ice.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes no longer held the indifference that once viewed all living beings as ants, but instead a chilling coldness that could freeze one's soul.

He stretched out a hand and gently grasped at the void. Countless causal lines flowed rapidly in his palm, and he soon learned that Julusun had been listed.

"it is good."

"Very good."

The Primordial Celestial Lord was so angry that he laughed instead. His voice wasn't loud, but it shook the entire Jade Void Palace violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

If Ju Liusun were to die at the hands of Tongtian Jiaozhu, or even at the hands of Duobao Daoren, he could accept it; that would be a matter of being outmatched.

But what is it now?

He was played like a monkey by a third-generation disciple whose name wasn't even in the core of the Jie Sect!

They even used Jiang Ziya to stage a farce of fratricide!

This isn't just killing Ju Liusun; it's practically peeling off the face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable and stomping on it on the ground!

The overwhelming aura of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was uncontrollably overflowing from his body, and all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles of Kunlun Mountain knelt down and trembled in fear.

"Master! Your disciple is guilty!!"

Outside the main hall, a mournful wail could be heard.

Guang Chengzi knelt below the jade steps, his forehead bruised and bloodied, not daring to use his internal energy to protect himself.

He was dressed in rags and looked weak; he was nowhere near the appearance of the Golden Bell Immortal.

"Junior Brother Ju Liusun is gone! This disciple is incompetent and could not protect him. I beg Master for punishment!"

Yuanshi Tianzun coldly looked at Guangchengzi outside the hall, the anger in his eyes slowly subsided, and he returned to his unfathomable abyss.

Punish? What's the point of punishing Guang Chengzi to death now? The Chan Sect has already lost a Great Luo; we can't afford to lose any more manpower.

Get up.

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable revealed no emotion.

"This is not your fault; it is that wicked creature's insidious methods that have disrupted the natural order."

"Go, ring the golden bell."

"Summon Ran Deng to see me."

Guang Chengzi trembled and suddenly looked up.

Burning Lamp? That's the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect. Is Master about to get serious?

A moment later, a gaunt old Taoist priest slowly walked into the main hall.

The faint shadow of an ancient lamp floated behind his head, and every step he took seemed to contain the Dao of Nirvana.

He was none other than the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, the Daoist Burning Lamp.

"Disciple Randeng greets the Sect Master." Randeng bowed.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat high on his cloud bed, his gaze piercing through the void as he looked toward the distant east.

"Ju Liusun has met with misfortune and is now on the list."

A hint of emotion finally appeared on Ran Deng's perpetually bitter face: "This...who did this?"

"Xiao Wuji of the Jie Sect."

Yuanshi Tianzun flicked his finger, and a jade talisman landed in Randeng's hand.

"This child not only possesses the evil formations of the Witch Clan, but also understands the art of causal manipulation, making him far superior to ordinary disciples. The war in Xiqi cannot be delayed any longer; if it continues, what face will our Chan Sect have left?"

"Randeng, from this day forward, you shall take command of the war effort in Xiqi."

"Furthermore..." Yuanshi Tianzun paused, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.

"Send Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Cihang to accompany you down the mountain."

Ran Deng's heart pounded wildly.

Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Cihang are the three most powerful among the Twelve Golden Immortals, and with him, the deputy leader, personally overseeing things...

"Disciple receives the decree." Randeng respectfully withdrew.

However, after leaving Yuxu Palace, he did not rush to set off on a cloud.

This old fox, who had lived for countless eons, stood atop Kunlun Mountain, stroked his beard, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

"Even Ju Liusun has fallen, and Guang Chengzi has lost his Heaven-Turning Seal..."

"This Xiao Wuji is probably not as simple as he seems. We need to make some preparations first; this mess is not easy to wade into."

……

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Unlike the low-pressure atmosphere at Yuxu Palace, the atmosphere outside Biyou Palace was as lively as during the Lunar New Year.

"Have you heard? Julusun is dead! Even his true spirit is on the list!"

"Hahaha! That's satisfying! That's truly satisfying! Those arrogant people from the Chan Sect are always so haughty, I never thought they'd have a day like this!"

"Nephew Xiao Wuji is truly outstanding! He's brought great honor to our Jie Sect!"

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect spread the news, and their long-suppressed frustrations were released at this moment.

Inside the Shangqing Hall.

Hearing the cheers outside, the Tongtian Sect Leader put down his teacup.

His expression was fascinating, showing surprise, astonishment, and a hint of undisguised admiration.

"They actually did it?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader originally thought that Xiao Wuji could only hold out for a few months at most, and the best outcome would be to delay the inevitable.

But now, he not only defended himself, but also killed a Grand Luo Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect!

This completely changes the nature of the situation.

A third-generation disciple capable of killing a Grand Luo Immortal, even if it's through formations and scheming, is still a rare talent and a future pillar of the Jie Sect.

"It would be such a pity if such a promising talent were to perish at Jiepai Pass."

The Master of the Heavenly Sect pondered for a moment, then his gaze hardened.

He didn't want to get involved before because he felt it wasn't worth getting distracted by a pawn destined to die. But now, Xiao Wuji has proven his worth.

"No good."

The Tongtian Sect Leader called out softly.

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared in the hall in an instant; it was none other than the Holy Mother Wudang, one of the four direct disciples of the Jie Sect.

"Disciple is here."

"Go to Jiepai Pass," the Tongtian Sect Leader said solemnly.

"With Ju Liusun dead, Yuanshi will surely be furious, and his next offensive will probably be beyond Xiao Wuji's ability to withstand."

"Take my decree and bring Xiao Wuji back."

"Tell him that we don't want Jiepai Pass anymore, and that he should go back to Jin'ao Island."

"Such talent should join my Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and fight alongside me against the Four Saints, instead of wasting his life in that deadly place."