Tongtian sought Zhou Ming's help

Golden Ao Island.

The Jade Palace.

Ever since returning from the Purple Cloud Palace, Tongtian Sect Master had sat motionless on his cloud bed, sword intent fluctuating around him, his frustration at its utmost.

The vast palace was utterly silent, with only him inside.

Primordial Lord's lofty, disdainful expression, treating his Jie Sect Disciples like weeds, would not leave his mind.

The more Tongtian Sect Master thought about it, the fiercer the anger in his chest burned.

But after the anger came profound helplessness and worry.

From what he knew of Primordial Lord, the man would absolutely never allow the Twelve Golden Immortals to be listed.

Proud and arrogant, he regarded his own disciples as the Orthodox Daoist Sect. How could he possibly be willing to let them serve Haotian?

And was he himself any more willing?

The ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect had all come because they believed in his doctrine of "teaching without distinction," seeking that single thread of hope for survival and a measure of freedom.

Thus, even ten thousand years later, the three brothers were destined to reach no conclusion in their discussions.

He knew this perfectly well, and his eldest and second brothers knew it just as well.

When that time came, without enough people on the list to fill the divine positions, the tribulation would surely descend in another, more brutal form.

Below the Saints, all were ants.

Though his Jie Sect Disciples boasted of ten thousand immortals paying homage, once the killing tribulation began, how many could he protect as just one Saint?

Under the tribulation, karma intertwined, and heavenly secrets fell into chaos.

One misstep would mean death and the dissolution of one's Dao, hundreds of millions of years of cultivation reduced to ash.

"Alas..."

A long sigh echoed