Zixiao Palace Meeting

"Sister Nuwa, please stabilize your breathing. I'll go to the Purple Heavens Palace first."

"Good."

Nuwa responded softly.

Within the Purple Heavens Palace, the Daoist aura flows eternally.

Ignoring the restrictions outside the palace, a figure leisurely stepped into the main hall, passing through layers of chaotic air currents.

Inside the hall, on a prayer mat, Hongjun greeted him with a smile, "Husband, you're back."

Seeing the worry on Hongjun's face, she couldn't help but step forward and gently pull him into her arms. Hongjun leaned against Chu Feng's chest, feeling the Chaos Aura that far surpassed the Heavenly Dao, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"The great calamity is about to begin. The Disciples of the Sect of Interception number in the tens of thousands, a mixed bag, and most of them are unruly. Although Tongtian has understood your intentions and promised to restrain his disciples, they may not be obedient."

If someone cannot restrain themselves during this great calamity and acts rashly, it could cause endless variables and ruin our plans."

The Dragon-Han Calamity brought about the devastation of the three races.

The Dao-Devil War leads to the collapse of the West.

The Witch-Demon Calamity shattered the heavens and earth.

Each great calamity, each recurring, is orchestrated by the forces of Heaven, all for the purpose of settling karmic debts and allowing the Primordial World to breathe.

This Investiture of the Gods Calamity, ostensibly to replenish the divine positions of the Heavenly Court, was in reality a great purge of the Chan, Jie, and Western Three Teachings.

Although Chu Feng was in charge, some problems were bound to arise.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng smiled calmly and said, "It's alright."

He raised his hand and tapped lightly, a profound and mysterious rune flowing from his fingertip. "I have quietly buried a chaotic restriction in the protective array of Golden Ao Island."

This restriction does not harm people, but it can lock space and time. If any Disciples of the Sect of Interception disobeys orders, they will be trapped by the power of the restriction for a hundred years, which can be considered a small lesson for them."

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly. "In that case, I can rest assured."

With Chu Feng around, everything will be fine.

Meanwhile, on Golden Ao Island.

On the sword-training ground Jade Pure Palace, celestial light shone brightly, and murderous intent soared into the sky.

Three stunningly beautiful figures were practicing Array Formations; they were none other than the Three Xiao Fairies of Sanxiao, the most renowned disciples of the Interception Sect.

Their jade-like hands moved swiftly, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors flashed with cold light, and the Hunyuan Golden Dou Cauldron swallowed the Qiankun forming a profound array, which was none other than the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

Once the Array Formations is activated, a malevolent aura permeates the air. Even Primordial Origin Golden Immortal trapped within it will have their three flowers on top of their head severed, and their entire cultivation reduced to nothing.

"Receive!"

With a soft shout from Yunxiao, the murderous aura filling the sky instantly subsided, and the great formation vanished without a trace.

"Elder sister, your mastery of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is becoming increasingly refined, but..."

Qiongxiao put away the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, wrinkled her nose, and said, "I always felt that during the practice, there was an invisible force binding us within the formation, making the Array Formations's operation somewhat sluggish."

The lively and cheerful Bixiao nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it's like we're trapped by something, and our movements just don't feel quite right. Could it be that Master thinks we're too noisy and secretly added something to our performance?"

Yunxiao frowned slightly; she had the highest cultivation level and the most acute senses.

She pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Perhaps... it's a scheme devised by Senior Chu Feng?"

Upon hearing the name Chu Feng, a hint of awe flashed across Qiongxiao and Bixiao's faces.

Qiongxiao waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Who cares what it is! Master and Senior Chu Feng are watching anyway! As long as this power can protect our Interception Sect, that's a great thing!"

"Good!

Bixiao echoed, "Master has long ago issued Imperial Decree that during the Great Tribulation, we must all stay on the island and not go out."

With Master and Senior Chu here, we can just focus on cultivating on the island and wait for the Great Tribulation to begin."

Yunxiao listened to his two younger sisters' words, his doubts gradually dissipated.

Yes, even if the sky falls, a tall person will hold it up.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Wa Imperial Palace.

Inside the main hall, auspicious energy abounded, and lucky clouds swirled around.

Nuwa relayed Chu Feng's parting instructions to the servant, word by word. "I need to go into seclusion to consolidate my cultivation. During the Great Tribulation, no one may disturb me."

Nuwa waved her hand, about to step into the inner hall.

Suddenly, her mind stirred, and her saintly senses, which extended throughout the Primordial World, instantly detected the strange occurrences taking place in the Human Race.

In a large Human Race, a plague raged, countless Human Race wailed and died, and death filled the air.

The maid calculated for a moment, her expression changed slightly, and she reported, "Your Empress, a large-scale plague has broken out in Human Race, and in just a few days, the casualties have been heavy."

Seeing her created people suffering, Nuwa felt a pang of pity in her eyes and instinctively wanted to go to them.

But just as she took a step, she suddenly stopped.

In her ears, she seemed to hear Chu Feng's words as he left.

"Sister Nuwa, as the Holy Mother of the Human Race, you are also a key link in the Great Tribulation."

Remember, no matter what happens to the Human Race, you must not personally intervene.

Recalling Chu Feng's deep gaze, Nuwa was torn with inner turmoil.

On one side are the suffering people, and on the other are the words of advice from a loved one.

After pondering for a long time, she finally sighed and slowly sat back down on the cloud bed.

The reluctance in her eyes turned into determination, and she immediately ordered, "Pass on my order to send several disciples to the Human Race to teach them this method of epidemic prevention."

As for me, there's no need for me to take action personally."

A hundred years is but a fleeting moment for Primordial World being.

On this day, the imperial authority resounded throughout the council hall of the Purple Heavens Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat high on the cloud platform, with Chu Feng meditating with his eyes closed on either side below.

Below them sat five saints: the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, their expressions solemn, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely oppressive.

Hongjun chatted with Chu Feng for a while about everyday matters, then slowly began to speak:

"The Investiture of the Gods Calamity will officially begin in three days."

These words sent a jolt through everyone present.

It's here!

"The reason I have summoned you here today is to establish the rules for this great calamity."

Hongjun's gaze swept over the crowd, his majestic voice devoid of any emotion, "During the Great Tribulation, sages are forbidden from attacking disciples who are not sages, nor are they allowed to slaughter disciples of any sect without authorization. Everything shall be based on the quota on the Investiture of the Gods. All those listed shall have their true spirits enter the Investiture of the Gods Platform and receive the decrees of the Heavenly Court."

"Those who disobey will be punished by Heaven, their Primordial Dao Fruit will be shattered, and their Saint Position will be in jeopardy!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying pressure from the Heavenly Dao descended, making everyone feel as if they were carrying a divine mountain, instantly realizing that this great calamity was no small matter.

The four sages, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, exchanged glances, each seeing solemnity in the other's eyes.

"We obey our teacher's orders!"

The five sages rose in unison, bowed, and responded.

As their words fell, the Heavenly Dao roared, and the rules were set...