The Three Pure Ones refused to sign the Investiture of the Gods; Hongjun: Fine, then fight-the losers go on the list!

In the Primordial Wilderness, years were immeasurable.

In the blink of an eye, the Ten-thousand-year deadline set by Dao Ancestor Hongjun has quietly arrived.

Mount Shouyang, Eight Views Palace.

The Taiqing Saint slowly opened his eyes, rose from the Cushion, and with one step, his figure disappeared into the palace.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

With a flash of celestial light, Yuanshi Tianzun Surrounding Body tore through the void and departed.

Golden Ao Island, Jade Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Master Surrounding Body's sword intent subsided, transforming into a streak of azure light that shot straight Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The ancient gate of the Purple Cloud Palace remains open, as if it has never been closed since time immemorial.

Three Daos arrived at the palace gate almost simultaneously.

They glanced at each other, but remained silent.

Primordial Lord's face was icy cold, Tongtian's face was full of arrogance, while Taiqing remained as calm as ever.

The three remained silent as they stepped into the empty and deathly quiet hall.

On the High Platform, the Cushion mat was empty, and the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun did not appear.

Just as the three were filled with doubt.

Buzz!

A mysterious wave rippled through the hall.

A golden list quietly appeared in the center of the hall, exuding an aura of mystery.

On the list, there were only four ancient Daoist characters, "Taishang Laojun," emitting a faint Mystic Light.

The three understood that the teacher wanted them to discuss the matter amongst themselves and make a final decision.

For a moment, the vast Purple Cloud Palace fell silent once again.

Three Daos stood in the hall, silent, the atmosphere even more oppressive than before.

Neither of them spoke first.

The Taiqing Saint gazed silently at the scroll of the Investiture of the Gods the Gods, his eyes deep and unfathomable, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Yuanshi Tianzun Venerable stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, but his heart was filled with coldness.

Ten thousand years have passed, and he has already made arrangements for his disciples.

This time, he was determined not to back down.

The Tongtian Sect Master stood with his hands at his sides, calmly looking at the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods, his heart devoid of joy or sorrow.

Ten thousand years ago, he had already obtained the answer from his disciples.

The Interception Sect is not afraid of a battle!

In the end, it was the Taiqing Saint who broke the deathly silence.

A deep sense of helplessness was evident on his usually placid face as he let out a soft sigh.

"Well..."

The sigh echoed clearly in the empty hall.

"Second Younger Brother, Third Brother."

The gaze of the Taiqing Saint swept over Primordial Lord and Tongtian.

"The Ten-thousand-year deadline has come. Have you all thought it through?"

"Are you willing to allow your disciples to be listed on the list and to participate in this Tribulation?"

"This Investiture of the Gods must finally be judged today."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun sneered inwardly.

What else is there to consider!

His Chan Sect Disciple were all deeply rooted and blessed with extraordinary fortune; they were the Orthodox Daoist Sect and the future leaders of the sect.

How could one possibly be listed on the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods, becoming a subject of the Haotian and subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Court?

That's utterly delusional!

He turned his gaze to the Tongtian Sect Master, his meaning self-evident.

His thoughts have remained unchanged for millennia.

If anyone should sign, it should be the Interception Sect first.

The Tongtian Sect Master felt his gaze and sneered inwardly.

"Eldest Brother."

"I have already asked all the disciples of the Interception Sect."

"None of them wanted to be listed on this Investiture of the Gods."

"We Jie Sect Disciple seek only freedom and ease, clinging to a sliver of hope. We would rather die standing than live on our knees."

"Therefore, I, the Interception Sect, will not sign."

Upon hearing this, a look of anger instantly appeared on Yuanshi Tianzun's face.

You cunning Tongtian!

They actually went straight to the point and ruled it out!

Yuanshi Tianzun suppressed his anger, turned to Taiqing, and said in a deep voice.

"Eldest Brother."

"It's not that I'm unwilling to share the burdens of the Mystic Gate or help my teacher."

"Our Clarify Sect has few disciples, all of whom are Orthodox Daoist Sect, forming the foundation for the continuation of our Dao Lineage. Naturally, we cannot be included on the list."

"I, from the Clarify Sect, will not sign!"

Tongtian: "..."

What a shame, they shouldn't be on the list.

It's as if his Jie Sect Disciple are nothing but weeds, destined to be sacrificed.

He was too tired to argue with Primordial Lord anymore.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.

Seeing his two junior brothers, whose attitudes were equally resolute, the last glimmer of hope in the heart of the Taiqing Saint was shattered.

He knew the outcome was already decided.

Over these ten thousand years, neither of them convinced the other; instead, their positions became even more steadfast.

Continuing to argue is pointless.

He looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, then at Tongtian Sect Master, his voice tinged with weariness.

"Second Younger Brother, are you sure? You're not even willing to give up a single disciple?"

Without a second thought, Yuanshi Tianzun replied directly.

"Sure!"

"My Chan Sect Disciple, the foundation of the Mystic Gate (mysterious sect), cannot be allowed to advance!"

The Taiqing Saint then turned to look at Tongtian.

"Third Brother, what about you? Are you sure too?"

The Tongtian Sect Master sneered.

"If he Primordial Lord is unwilling, why should I be?"

"I'm certainly sure!"

The Taiqing Saint let out a long sigh.

He knew that things had reached a point of no return.

Forcing it is futile.

Finally, he slowly nodded.

His face, as still as a deep well, revealed no emotion.

"Good."

"Since none of you want your disciples to be on the list."

"Then we will not sign the Investiture of the Gods."

What?

Primordial Lord and Tongtian were both stunned.

Not signing?

How... how is this possible?

This is the Imperial Edict of the Dao Ancestor!

The Taiqing Saint continued speaking in his calm and even tone.

"Since the Tribulation has begun, it is the will of Heaven; there is no escaping it."

"Since none of you are willing to take the initiative to face this calamity."

"Then let each rely on their own abilities and accept their fate during this Tribulation."

"Whoever's disciple possesses profound spiritual roots and extraordinary blessings, they will naturally have the ability to transcend Tribulation."

"If someone's disciple is burdened with Karma and deserves to be on the list, that is their fate."

Upon hearing this, the Yuanshi Tianzun immediately responded.

"What you say, Eldest Brother, is absolutely right! That's exactly how it should be!"

The Tongtian Sect Master did not hesitate for a moment either.

"Can."

Each according to their own abilities?

Then let's each rely on our own abilities!

At this point, the Three Pure Ones reached a consensus.

Seeing that both of them had agreed, the Taiqing Saint said no more.

He turned around, faced the empty High Platform, and bowed deeply.

"Reporting to the teacher."

"We have finished our discussion."

"We, the Three Teachings, are determined not to sign this Investiture of the Gods."

As he finished speaking...

The entire Purple Cloud Palace trembled violently.

An indescribable, vast divine might descended with a thunderous roar!

On the High Platform, space Distortion System, and the blurry and indifferent figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun reappeared.

His indifferent gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones below, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

It was as if he had expected this outcome.

Both Primordial Lord and Tongtian felt a chill run down their spines and dared not meet that gaze.

for a long time.

Hongjun's calm and even voice, yet imbued with supreme divine might, slowly resounded.

"Good."

There is only one word.

This, however, put immense pressure on both Primordial Lord and Tongtian.

Hongjun continued speaking.

"Since you are unwilling to sign the Investiture of the Gods, then so be it."

"In the Tribulation, let each rely on their own abilities."

"The victor will live a carefree life and will be able to transcend Tribulation."

"The loser..."

"When they die, their True Spirit Investiture of the Gods upon the Investiture of the Gods, to be used by the Heavenly Court and to fill the vacancies in the divine positions."

The Taiqing Saint stood to one side, his eyes lowered, and he remained silent.

It was as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

Primordial Lord and Tongtian suppressed their shock and bowed to Hongjun on the High Platform.

"Yes."

"I will obey the Master's Imperial Edict."

The Three Pure Ones bowed deeply to Hongjun on the High Platform.

Regardless of their inner thoughts, no one can disobey the Imperial Edict of the Dao Ancestor.