Minghe's Blood God Sons Besiege the Eight Immortals

"Do you really think these Five Supreme Laws can be found everywhere?"

Tongtian remained silent. This truly was not his doing—it had all been casually bestowed by Senior Lin Dong.

Yuanshi sneered.

"We great Sage sects have distinctions of rank and status, with strict rules."

"Duobao is Biyou Palace's chief disciple. There is nothing wrong with him obtaining the Great Dao of Strength."

"But Zhao Gongming is merely the chief outer disciple. His obtaining the Space Great Dao is something worth discussing."

"Above Zhao Gongming, there are still your three Martial Nephews—Jinling, Wudang, and Guiling..."

"Among our disciples, how can an outer disciple's Dao, cultivation, and Supernatural Powers be greater than those of an inner disciple?"

"There is no such precedent among my disciples. Does your sect have such rules?"

Nuwa looked at Tongtian in astonishment!

Yuanshi had persuaded her!

Sages had rules of their own.

Just as Yuanshi had said, inner and outer disciples were completely different.

One received direct transmission, while the other received true transmission.

If a true-transmission disciple surpassed a direct disciple, it would throw rank and status into chaos.

When Sages accepted disciples, they had already seen through their future development.

Thus, the status of inner and outer disciples was not assigned casually.

Would Tongtian make such a mistake?

Absolutely impossible!

That meant Zhao Gongming had entered the Dao through one of the Five Supreme Laws.

Then Jinling, Wudang, and Guiling surely could not be lacking either.

Otherwise, how could they be senior sisters?!

The three Great Daos of Time, Fate, and Karma were enough to make one's blood race just thinking about them!

Taishang, who had remained silent all along, slowly nodded. "Excellent!"

Tongtian smiled faintly. "This is all the disciples' own fortune and destiny. It has little to do with me!"

Taishang shook his head.

"Junior Brother Tongtian, there is no need to be so modest. The Investiture of the Gods Calamity is upon us now; the strength of our Mystic Gate must be united."

"Your disciples are powerful. We Sages can only be happy for you."

After a pause, he added solemnly, "I have always believed that among all the Sages, in terms of the merit of teaching and enlightenment, Junior Brother ranks first!"

Tongtian smiled bitterly and waved his hand. "It truly is not this junior brother's credit! It is their own fortune and destiny."

The three Sages fell silent. The fortune and destiny of a group of disciples?

Without Tongtian's protection, where would they have found such fortune and destiny?

In truth, the three Sages were not wrong.

Although the Eight Immortals had been created by Lin Dong, without Tongtian bringing them to Penglai Immortal Island, how could they have attained their present good fortune?

Just as the Sages were sighing with emotion, their hearts suddenly stirred.

They all turned to look at the great formation.

There, Minghe's eyes were blood-red as he shouted sharply, "Eight Immortals, you forced my hand!"

The brows of the Mystic Gate Sages all furrowed.

Yuanshi said in confusion, "With Martial Nephews Duobao and Zhao Gongming having revealed their respective Great Dao Laws, how can Minghe still possess such confidence?"

The Sages saw clearly.

Minghe was absolutely not putting on a brave front.

He truly believed he had a chance to turn the tables.

But here was the question.

Facing eight Peak Quasi-Saints, all of them True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue—and with two Quasi-Saints respectively controlling the Great Dao of Strength and the Space Great Dao—

What gave Minghe the confidence to reverse the situation?

Yuanshi could not figure it out!

He thought to himself that if he were in Minghe's position, turning the tables would not be easy either!

The unknown was always alluring.

But conversely, the more unknown something was, the more terrifying it became!

Tongtian smiled. "Don't worry. I believe in Duobao and the others!"

Huh?!

Yuanshi's heart stirred again.

Junior Brother Tongtian's confidence was anything but ordinary!

What did that mean?

Could there be something here that he did not know about?

Or perhaps... Duobao and the others still had a trump card?!

Hiss!

After turning it over and over in his mind, this was the only possible answer.

But was that even possible?

Duobao and Zhao Gongming's cultivation had already far surpassed that of disciples of their generation.

They had even overtaken those before them, catching up to Peak Quasi-Saints like Minghe.

If they still had a trump card...

If there had been vacant Sage positions under the Heavenly Dao, Yuanshi would truly believe that they could immediately fill them!

But was that possible?

Yuanshi wanted to speak, but after thinking it over, he decided to forget it. Better to wait and see.

This Investiture of the Gods Calamity had shattered his worldview into pieces.

The less he spoke, the less likely he was to make a fool of himself.

He, Yuanshi, was a Sage who cared about his reputation!

The Two Sages of the West were beside themselves with delight.

Although Jieyin kept saying that they should trust Minghe, that was merely the helpless notion of treating a dead horse as though it were alive!

Could the two Sages possibly enter the Immortal Slaying Sword Array?

The Four Saints of the Mystic Gate were watching them like tigers eyeing prey!

In such circumstances, other than trusting Minghe, whom else could they trust?

After Duobao and Zhao Gongming revealed their Great Dao laws, even the two Sages no longer held any expectations for Minghe!

That was simply how strength worked.

Shifting the blame onto Minghe was not the style of the two Sages of the West.

The other side had eight Quasi-Saints, while their side only had Minghe and Lu Ya.

Mad Immortal Lu Ya could get away with playing a few clever tricks.

But if it came to a real clash of blades, Lu Ya was absolutely no match for Biyou Palace's eight Peak Quasi-Saints!

Minghe did not have a single helper at his side. How could they possibly blame him?

They had originally given up hope, yet Minghe clearly had not!

The Two Sages of the West were instantly invigorated.

Regardless of whether Minghe could ultimately succeed, judging by his spirit alone, he was a natural member of the Western Teachings!

How similar was this spirit to the experiences of the two Sages of the Western Teachings!

All had endured countless setbacks.

All had remained unyielding despite repeated blows.

All had fought again and again despite repeated defeats!

Zhunti slowly said, "Minghe ought to take charge of the Western Teachings!"

Jieyin nodded in agreement. "Good!"

The two Sages unanimously decided that once this Investiture of the Gods Calamity was over, the position of leader of the Western Teachings would belong to Minghe!

Zhunti took a deep breath. "Now we shall see whether Fellow Daoist Minghe can give us a great enough surprise!"

Jieyin gave a bitter smile. "I fear it will be difficult!"

The Dharma Eyes of the two Sages were fixed tightly upon the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, afraid of missing the moment Minghe turned the tables.

In the end, the two Sages still harbored that sliver of hope!

Within the grand array, Minghe roared at Lu Ya, "Fellow Daoist, lead the disciples and retreat at once—the farther, the better!"

Lu Ya was frightened by Minghe's appearance.

At this moment, Minghe was truly one of the Three Realms' publicly acknowledged three great Quasi-Saints—the former Demon Sect Leader of his era, Old Ancestor Minghe!

The domineering aura of a supreme Quasi-Saint was laid bare without reservation.

Lu Ya hurriedly accepted the order and did as told.

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings involuntarily squeezed toward the center of the great formation!

Daoist Duobao smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, you may take your time and unleash your methods. I'm not in a hurry!"

Minghe could not be bothered to respond to Daoist Duobao.

Of course Daoist Duobao was not in a hurry!

Within this formation were only the Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace.

Not only was every one of them a Peak Quasi-Saint, they were also True Immortals of Dao and Virtue.

They were among the foremost figures of the Primordial Era.

With such cultivation, so what if they cultivated for another ten thousand years?

They would still be the supreme giants of the Primordial Era.

And while they underwent tribulation here, Biyou Palace's more than two hundred immortals could calmly comprehend the Dao and cultivate, Their strength increasing by leaps and bounds.

In Minghe's heart, the steady and prudent Daoist Duobao had turned into a black-bellied man.

A black-bellied man who was especially fond of scheming.

Minghe knew well that

The sooner the Investiture of the Gods Calamity was resolved, the better.

After the Investiture of the Gods Calamity would come the Rise of the West. This was the great trend of the Heavenly Dao—an absolute secret included within the Light of Wisdom bestowed by Hongjun.

This was an absolute Heavenly Secret!

Since Minghe knew this Heavenly Secret, and knew that the Western Teachings had a bright future within the Heavenly Dao, How could he allow Daoist Duobao to drag out the Investiture of the Gods Calamity?

Wouldn't that be a complete joke?

Therefore, Minghe decided to fight with everything he had!

Minghe said coldly, "The cultivation and Supernatural Powers of Biyou Palace's fellow Daoists have truly exceeded my expectations!"

"At the very least, they are far stronger than those pieces of trash from Chan Jiao!"

Daoist Duobao shook his head. "Every person has their own fortune. Fellow Daoist, your words are rather biased."

Yun Zhongzi was not angered in the slightest. Instead, he kept nodding, believing that both great powers were right.

The surviving Twelve Golden Immortals could no longer bear it!

Their Dao Hearts fell into turmoil once more.

Why?

They had entered under the Sage's tutelage at almost the same time as Daoist Duobao.

Why was Daoist Duobao a genius while they were fools?

Just how much did they look down on them?!

Guang Chengzi and the other immortals had completely forgotten that the Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace were now great powers capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Minghe, one of the Primordial Era's three publicly acknowledged supreme Quasi-Saints!

They loathed Minghe and envied, resented, and hated Daoist Duobao... For a time, their hearts were a tangled mess.

Minghe sneered even more coldly within his heart.

He was the Demon Sect Leader of his era. Sowing discord was merely a minor trick!

Ignoring Daoist Duobao's words, Minghe went on by himself, "Fellow Daoist Duobao and Fellow Daoist Zhao Gongming are indeed formidable. Under ordinary circumstances, I would at most be evenly matched against either one of you."

"If we met under normal circumstances, I should have retreated by now!"

"But unfortunately..."

Minghe said solemnly, "Now is the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, an Immeasurable Calamity."

"We are all within the calamity. The stakes are too great, and none of us dares to let go."

"Fellow Daoists, do not blame me."

With a wave of his hand, countless Blood God Sons appeared before Minghe, With a single point from Minghe, those Blood God Sons gradually transformed, each and every one becoming the image of Minghe.

Minghe grinned viciously.

"This is the Immeasurable Calamity. Don't blame me for bullying the few with the many!"

Hiss!

The Chan Jiao immortals who had just been silently criticizing Minghe immediately retreated countless steps of their own accord.

Yuanshi, watching the battle from outside, was so furious that smoke nearly rose from all seven of his orifices!

Yuanshi cared about his face!

Yet these disciples of his kept doing things that made him lose it.

"Reforming Chan Jiao is imperative!"

But could Yuanshi truly blame all those disciples? He could not!

He saw it clearly.

Within the grand formation, before Duobao, Minghe's figures stood packed so densely that they were nearly everywhere.

Once people numbered in the tens of thousands, they stretched boundlessly in every direction.

Now, everywhere the eye fell was Minghe, and every one of them possessed the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint.

It would be stranger if they were not afraid!

A look of worry appeared on Yuanshi's face.

The Sages had already realized it.

Minghe was employing a sea-of-men tactic!

This tactic was utterly useless against a Sage or a Hunyuan.

The chasm in cultivation meant that no matter how great the numbers, they could never achieve a qualitative change!

But against Quasi-Saints, this tactic really was... effective!

Back during the Witch-Demon Calamity, Eastern Emperor Taiyi of the Demon Court had the Chaos Bell above his head and True Sun Fire in his hand. Among those of the same rank, he had been an invincible existence in single combat.

Yet in the end, he had still fallen!

To deal with him, the Witch Clan had dispatched five Ancestral Witches.

They had ground Taiyi to death through sheer force!

Of course, few of those Ancestral Witches had survived either.

Both sides had suffered grievous losses!

And the opponents Duobao now faced numbered far more than five Quasi-Saints!

Yuanshi's heart sank slightly.

He truly had not expected Minghe's cultivation to be so high, nor that he possessed nearly a thousand Quasi-Saint-level Blood God Son avatars!

If the Primordial Era had no Sages, Minghe's Demon Sect could practically sweep through everything!

Yuanshi could not help looking toward Tongtian.

To his surprise, he discovered that Taishang and Nuwa were doing the very same thing.

Tongtian still wore a smile. "Rest assured, fellow Daoists. Trust in Duobao and the others!"

Yuanshi's heart stirred.

"Tongtian is still so composed. Could it be that Duobao has another trump card?"

"Otherwise, Tongtian should be anxious by now!"

"If that is the case... then Tongtian's preparations for this Investiture of the Gods are far too thorough!"

Yuanshi barely steadied his mind and continued watching the developments within the grand formation.

Inside the formation, Duobao shook his head, clearly disagreeing with Minghe's words.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. This is part of your strength to begin with. Why speak of shame?"

Minghe paused slightly, then burst into laughter.

"Fellow Daoist, how broad-minded."

The next moment, his expression changed.

"Then let me send you on your way!"

With a wave of Minghe's hand, countless Minghes surged toward Duobao, each scrambling to be first.

Their auras linked together, like crashing waves, their ferocity soaring into the heavens.

From afar, they resembled a sea of crimson waves, rising and falling without end as they crashed down upon Duobao!

Duobao did not dare let down his guard.

This wasn't one Minghe, or ten, or a hundred—there were thousands of them!

Minghe's auras linked together. Before they even reached him, their peerless momentum had already crashed down upon him!

Duobao exhaled and shouted, his muscles knotting and bulging as the Golden Wheel of Merit behind his head suddenly began to spin faster, firmly defending him.

Duobao's body abruptly swelled by a full size. His Dharma form was solemn and majestic as he threw a punch, bolstered by the Great Dao of Strength.

Among the Three Thousand Great Daos, strength reigned supreme!

Empowered by Duobao's peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, boundless, endless force suddenly erupted.

A vacuum zone abruptly appeared with his body at its center!

A true vacuum!

None of the Three Thousand Great Daos existed within it, nor did the concepts of spacetime, Karma, or Fate, and the multitude of Minghe clones swept into the fist wind instantly became a haze of blood, vanishing without a trace!

Minghe felt a slight pang of pain.

These were all his Quasi-Saint clones!

But were Quasi-Saint-level Blood God Son clones really so easy to create?

In his dreams!

Without enough time and resources, how could they possibly be cultivated so easily?

To put it plainly, this was one of Minghe's trump cards.

If he had not learned the Heavenly Secret from the Light of Wisdom, he would never have used it!

Duobao's offense and defense were remarkably simple: he used boundless merit to protect himself, preventing the Blood God Sons from contaminating his Primordial Spirit and flesh.

When attacking, he simply used his fists.

With every punch, several Blood God Son clones were inevitably blasted apart!

Those clones were not Minghe's true body, after all.

Whether in Dao attainment or realm, they merely possessed the form of Quasi-Saints!

Minghe sneered inwardly.

Losing these clones truly hurt, but Minghe could afford the loss!

He refused to believe Duobao's mana was truly inexhaustible!

As long as Duobao showed the slightest hint of fatigue, Minghe believed his clones would surely tear Duobao into pieces!

Once Duobao was dealt with, then Zhao Gongming, the remaining six immortals would pose no problem at all!

The Immortal Slaying Sword Array would be broken without even needing to be broken!

Minghe sneered to himself.

Eh?!

He suddenly came to his senses!

Something was wrong!

Could things really go this smoothly?

Minghe did not believe Duobao was a fool!

What great power who could cultivate to the peak of Quasi-Saint was a fool?

Was Duobao one?

Whoever took Duobao for a fool was the greatest fool of all!

There were several unreasonable points...

First, Duobao had come under attack, so why had the other seven immortals not come to help?

Don't say it was because they needed to guard the treasured swords and protect the Immortal Slaying Sword Array.

The Light of Wisdom had clearly stated that to break the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, all four treasured swords had to be removed simultaneously!

In other words, protecting Duobao was the same as protecting the Immortal Slaying Sword Array!

Second, Duobao was the controller of the Immortal Slaying Sword Array. Faced with the endless attacks of his clones, why had he not activated the Immortal Slaying Sword Array?

Too arrogant? Heroism? Too overconfident?

None of these were reasons for Duobao not to activate the Immortal Slaying Sword Array!

No matter what, Duobao was the chief disciple of Biyou Palace.

He had to be responsible for the immortals of the Mystic Gate.

This was the Immeasurable Calamity; there was no room for him to throw a tantrum!

If Minghe had been in Duobao's place, he would have activated the Immortal Slaying Sword Array long ago.

After all, the wager only said that one side would set up the array while the other would break it.

It never said whether the array had to be broken after it was activated!

Minghe absolutely did not believe Duobao was a softhearted person.

That would be an insult to his intelligence.

At that thought, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in Minghe's heart.

He swept his gaze over the expressions of the other Biyou Palace immortals.

His heart thumped.

From Jinling down to Qiongxiao, every one of these great powers looked composed, without the slightest trace of anxiety!