Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth!"

The four familiar words were uttered in a low voice by several people, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation fell silent for a moment. Everyone knew that Kong Xuan Jinpeng had used this method to directly beat the Sage Zhunti to the point of vomiting blood, and shattered his golden body with a single blow.

Zhunti's pupils suddenly contracted, and Jieyin hurriedly called out, "Nephew, wait!"

They pulled Zhunti behind them. These people were not as powerful as Kong Xuan and Jinpeng, so the power of their divine summoning method and the Golden Word technique would not be very great. At most, they would only be at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

But the Heavenly Emperor is right outside the formation; who can guarantee that he won't make a move in secret!

You should know that these people are all princes and princesses!

Even their master has come; would he really help the two of them?

"Junior Brother Zhunti acted rashly. I urge all fellow disciples not to continue. After all, the Heavenly Court can remain uninvolved in the Three Religions' destruction of the Immortal Slaughtering Ceremony."

A hint of regret flashed in Longji's eyes, and he lowered his gaze slightly: "Then Brother Duobao..."

Zhunti's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his teeth grinding together, but Jieyin blocked him, revealing a gentle smile: "Maitreya, the Medicine Master, lacked the fortune to survive and be listed on the list!"

Long Ji felt a chill in his heart, and even Xuan Tianbo Huang and the others became more wary of this Western Grand Master.

You're so patient!

He actually went along with Longji's words and didn't defend his disciples at all. Those were the direct descendants of the Western Sect, comparable to Nanji Zi of the Chan Sect and Duobao of the Jie Sect!

A futon flew out from Xuan Tian's body, causing Jieyin and Zhunti's brows to twitch. It was the futon of wind and fire belonging to Taiqing Laozi, the seat of the Heavenly Dao Saint of Zixiao Palace.

Seeing Duobao being taken into it, the two turned and left, starting to gather Western Sect disciples in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, with some Jie Sect disciples following them as well.

Longji had a cold smile on his lips. His father was right. In the midst of the great calamity, they were trying to identify the jade. Until the very end, who knew who would own the jade of the Jie Sect?

"Shen Gongbao, did Father Emperor know that you acted on your own?" Bo Huang's eyes were deep and unfathomable. The people in charge of the Investiture of the Gods were one in the light and one in the dark. Jiang Ziya was in charge of the Investiture of the Gods and commanded the Zhou army. Shen Gongbao was responsible for persuading the disciples of the Jie Sect to come down the mountain. Yet he dared to get involved in the matter of the Six Soul Banner on his own.

Otherwise, the Emperor would certainly not know about such a serious matter as cursing the two saints and the chief disciple of the Western Religion.

"I am guilty, little fairy." Shen Gongbao lowered his head, but his eyes were calm. He had no regrets.

The Primordial Master taught him Taoist arts and supernatural powers, but the Tongtian Sect Leader, in order for his disciple to achieve such a level, also informed him of the plan in advance, requiring his calamity energy to assist him. He was willing to help the Jie Sect once.

As for His Majesty's punishment, he will accept it!

"The Great Tribulation is over. Go to Longde Palace to receive your punishment." Xuantian glanced at him, then turned his head to watch as Jieyin and Zhunti gathered the disciples of the Jie Sect. Guiling Shengmu raised her sword to rescue her junior brothers and sisters, but she was also taken in.

"Sis, aren't we going to do it?"

Longji shook her head. Before entering the formation, her father had specifically instructed her that if Jieyin and Zhunti did anything to the disciples of the Jie Sect, she should simply stand by and watch.

Outside the great formation, Yaochi loosened her clenched fists only after seeing that Longji was unharmed, but the murderous aura emanating from her made the surrounding heavenly soldiers and fairies feel a chill run down their spines.

A hidden lightning tribulation appeared in the void, as if something was lurking there, like eyes watching everyone.

Haotian flicked his sleeve, and everything returned to calm. He said coldly, "You didn't hit me hard enough!"

Zhunti is still so incorrigible, it's really disgusting!

However, Tongtian was clever enough not to follow the original plan and instead wrote the names of Laozi Yuanshi, Ji Fa, and Jiang Ziya on it.

The Jie Sect may want to win, but if they harm Ji Fa's life, then they can only wait to be beaten by him!

After all, Ji Fa possessed a wisp of his imperial destiny. If he were to perish, his imperial destiny would be lost. He promised he would never break Tongtian's legs!

He raised his eyebrows and watched with great interest what was happening in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation: "This little girl's personality is quite interesting."

"It is indeed my daughter, named Longji. She was recognized as the master of the Ancestral Dragon Pearl at birth!" Yaochi quickly replied.

"He does resemble Haotian somewhat in temperament." He raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly. "I also see traces of spatial laws on him?"

Haotian nodded: "Longji also studied the willow branch left by the senior, but she doesn't specialize in spatial laws; she just found it interesting."

A warm light flashed in Nuwa's eyes. Although Longji was not her disciple, he could be considered her successor, having comprehended life from creation.

"No problem, no problem." He raised an eyebrow and waved his hand. "Although her life law is not weak, her combat power is still insufficient. Would you be willing to let me teach her?"

The saints were shocked. This senior Yangmei was so familiar with the Dao Ancestor. If he were to take him in, wouldn't his status be equivalent to that of the saints?

Haotian hesitated, "Senior's kindness is too much for me to refuse, but if you accept my daughter, our seniority..."

"Oh well, let's each do our own thing!" Yang Mei said, completely unconcerned.

"In that case, thank you very much, senior. After the great calamity ends, please come to the Heavenly Court so that Longji can perform the ceremony of becoming a disciple." Haotian quickly bowed to Yaochi.

"You old codger, you couldn't win over Haotian back then, and now you've set your sights on his daughter. I even promised to preach to her!" Hongjun glanced at him sideways.

"Haotian has always firmly refused, but after Longji became his disciple..." Yang Mei's expression suddenly froze. If he calculated it this way, wouldn't he be a generation below Hongjun?

Each side should have its own perspective!

Yang Mei kept reassuring herself.

He smiled and said, "I initially wanted to take Haotian as my disciple because I was impressed by his talent. Now... at our level, it's incredibly difficult to advance further. Taking him as a disciple is just a matter of personal preference."

"As for inheritance, fellow Daoist, haven't you heard that space itself has life?"

Yang Mei raised an eyebrow. "I have traveled through the Chaos for many years. Although I have not comprehended other laws, I have gained a lot of knowledge."

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly; this old fellow's cultivation level had indeed improved rapidly!

However, since Longji is the daughter of Haotian Yaochi, it's a good thing that she can become Yangmei's disciple.

Thank you.

He raised an eyebrow and snorted lightly, "This humble Taoist priest has accepted a disciple; there's no need for your thanks!"

As the sages watched as the few people succinctly determined Long Ji's lowest point in life—that he would at least become a Grand Luo Golden Immortal—they couldn't help but sigh.

"Congratulations, Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress." The saints bowed, and Haotian Yaochi returned the greeting.

Hongjun sighed, gazing silently at the disappearing lightning in the void: "Yaochi, once everything is settled, begin your path to enlightenment. The Jie Sect has indeed fallen into disrepair!"

Yaochi nodded: "Thank you, Master."

That's great, Master has agreed to this.

Yang Mei raised her head thoughtfully, recalling the strange phenomenon in the void earlier and Haotian's explanation of the cause of this great calamity. She couldn't help but look at Hongjun: "Are you truly willing to abandon the path of immortality?"

Hongjun pointed to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation: "This is the consequence of the immortal path being a mixed bag."

Haotian lowered his eyes; his actions were also intended to ensure the long-term inheritance of the immortal path.

He still agrees with one of Master's sayings: "The Fa should not be lightly transmitted!"

He raised an eyebrow at Haotian, his lips barely moving before his voice reached Haotian's ears: "What are your plans for those beyond the Primordial Wilderness after the war?"

Haotian blinked, and Hongjun's voice rang in his ears: "You can trust him."

Without further hesitation, Haotian transmitted his plan. Yangmei was immediately shocked and looked at him with a hint of horror. What an ambitious young man.

"If it were as you think, even attaining enlightenment at Yaochi wouldn't be enough!" Yang Mei paused, then flipped his hand and took out an object. Thunder rumbled and electric arcs leaped from it, scorching even the void.

This was a beating heart spanning a thousand miles, trapped in space in Yang Mei's hand, appearing almost alive. The saints rose in shock, for the pressure emanating from this object was even stronger than theirs.

They had never seen such powerful lightning!

Of course, it's also because the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Emperor never used the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, otherwise they should have been able to rival it. Even now, the power of the Three Pure Ones Divine Thunder in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is only similar to that of this thing.

"Is this Demonic Lightning?" Hongjun asked hesitantly, sensing a slightly familiar aura.