It's Like Being Reborn from Fire!

No wonder, when the Investiture of the Gods tribulation arose, the first ones the Heavenly Dao singled out for reckoning were the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings!

Yet Hongjun secretly fanned the flames, forcibly dragging Saint Tongtian and the Jie Sect into the mire, making them bear the blame for another.

And what could they do?

At the time, Tongtian had still naively believed Hongjun would judge fairly and clear his name.

But what happened?

The Three Pure Ones swallowed the Saint-Slaying Pill together, while he himself was locked on the spot in the forbidden chamber of Purple Heaven Palace, imprisoned through myriad years of cold and heat.

Had the system not suddenly appeared later, with Li Tian entering the game from nowhere, Tongtian would likely still be curled up in that tiny dark room, facing a stone wall as he pondered the two words "repentance."

Who knew, when the Primordial Great World stood on the brink of collapse, whether that deeply calculating Hongjun would show mercy and let him out to catch his breath?

He probably wished for Tongtian to keep silent forever—

Without Tongtian, the Three Pure Ones could never return to completeness, and the legacy left behind by Pangu's Primordial Spirit could only rot within their bloodlines, reduced to waste.

After all, only when the Three Pure Ones stood united, flawless and without divide, would the world-opening might slumbering within their bodies have a chance to truly awaken, converging into Pangu's complete true form.

Li Tian had only glimpsed this secret from the echoes of the Great Dao after cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique to the ninth level and using his fleshly body to attain the Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.

From this, one could infer that the great calamity of world creation