Great Immortal Yang Mei Appears in the Investiture of the Gods

If it were any other cultivator, they might have been able to hold out for a long time.

But Teacher Minghe was different.

He was an innate deity born from the Boundless Sea of Blood, inheriting the characteristics of that realm—the ultimate in yin, softness, filth, and impurity.

He was completely countered by the Hunyuan Golden Dou!

In another space-time, after the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, Yunxiao was canonized as Fairy Gandeng, and her Hunyuan Golden Dou manifested in the mortal world.

It became the cleaning vessel used to wash the filth from newborns—certainly not a toilet!

It was best at dealing with such unclean things.

Yet, Minghe possessed every single one of those attributes.

He had run straight into his nemesis and was miserably purified.

Yunxiao held the Hunyuan Golden Dou aloft.

She looked soft and delicate, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

But not a single one of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings dared to underestimate her.

These disciples had all previously been immortals of Jiejiao.

They had long known of Yunxiao's great reputation.

As one of the Four Great Disciples of the Outer Sect and the renowned Dao-Seeking Fairy, she rarely concerned herself with the mundane affairs of Jiejiao.

Originally, they had been puzzled as to why Yunxiao held such a high rank within Jiejiao.

But seeing her easily refine Minghe, a top-tier Quasi-Saint...

What else was there to say?!

The experts of the Western Teachings were silent as cicadas—even Lu Ya was no exception.

The spinning speed of the Hunyuan Golden Dou suddenly slowed down.

This meant that the refining process had reached its end.

The disciples of the Western Teachings looked ashen.

If the ferocious Teacher Minghe was no match for Yunxiao and Duobao, could they possibly succeed?

Finally, the Hunyuan Golden Dou stopped moving entirely.

Yunxiao casually put away the Hunyuan Golden Dou and reported to Duobao, "Senior Brother, I have successfully fulfilled the mission!"

Duobao smiled and nodded slightly.

In his view, the only person in the Western Teachings worth noting was Minghe.

With Minghe fallen, the other disciples were not worth mentioning.

However, he still had to find a way to crush their spirit and vitality.

Duobao had a clear understanding of the situation.

The struggle for orthodoxy was a life-or-death matter that allowed for no personal sentiment.

If the Mystic Gate wanted to continue its current glory, there could be absolutely no softness of heart.

As the Senior Brother of Biyou Palace, Duobao had to be responsible for all his junior brothers and sisters in the palace.

Cultivators fought for Heavenly Secret, Luck, and merit.

Their Master had even been willing to abandon his Saint status and dissolve the great sect for their sake.

Duobao was determined not to let his Master's orthodoxy be shamed.

Yunxiao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Senior Brother, Fellow Daoist Minghe does not seem to have perished. Junior Sister only refined the avatar he had within the grand formation."

"But outside the formation, I am powerless to do anything!"

Duobao nodded slightly.

Minghe possessed the Blood God Son Great Method; it was said he had cultivated four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons.

In times of need, every single Blood God Son could become his true self.

During the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, even the top-tier Quasi-Saints had to be fully prepared.

It was standard practice not to keep all Blood God Son avatars in one place.

Duobao comforted her:

"That is to be expected."

"It is already quite good that we have achieved such results today."

"However, Junior Sister, once Minghe recovers in the future, he will certainly seek an opportunity to settle the Karma between you, me, and him."

"Junior Sister must work hard on your cultivation!"

Yunxiao gave a cold, clear smile and bowed, saying, "I accept the decree!"

The conversation between the senior brother and junior sister did not avoid anyone in the slightest.

The gathered mighty figures heard every word clearly!

The immortals of Chan Jiao were astonished by the cultivation and Supernatural Powers of Duobao, and even more shocked by the heaven-shaking methods of Yunxiao.

Even for the fallen Teacher Minghe, the immortals of Chan Jiao felt nothing but admiration!

But caught off guard, they suddenly heard such terrifying news.

Teacher Minghe was actually still alive?!

He was truly worthy of being one of the top mighty figures in the Primordial Era.

He had so many backup plans!

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Jiao could not help but form a single thought: "In the future, if we see Teacher Minghe, we must take a detour."

The immortals of Biyou Palace did not fear Teacher Minghe.

But that did not mean the immortals of Chan Jiao were not afraid!

Teacher Minghe was simply too terrifying!

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings had been in a very low mood; with Teacher Minghe fallen, did they even have any hope of surviving?

But upon hearing the conversation between Duobao and Yunxiao, They suddenly erupted into cheers!

Teacher Minghe had not fallen!

They still had hope!

At this very moment, they were filled with the confidence to go on living.

Only Lu Ya felt a vague, ominous premonition.

But where this premonition came from, he did not know.

Duobao looked toward the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings and said gently, "Our wager was that I would set the array, and your side would break it."

"Now that fellow Daoist Minghe has failed, the wager remains in effect."

"Who from the Western Teachings will come to offer their guidance?!"

The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings instantly fell into a deathly silence!

Break the array?!

Who could possibly break this array?!

If someone with the Supernatural Powers of Teacher Minghe could not break the array, Could they, whose cultivation and Supernatural Powers were a thousand or even a hundred times lower than his, possibly break it?

What kind of joke was this?!

But if they did not break the Immortal Slaying Sword Array... then it was still death!

The hope that had just risen within the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings was instantly shattered!

Boundless despair enveloped them!

Lu Ya felt a chill run through his entire body!

He stared at Duobao in terror.

In his eyes, the honest, steady, and gentle appearance was nothing but a disguise for Duobao.

In reality, he was facing a Chaos Demon God who toyed with the hearts of others!

Teacher Minghe was right!

From the very beginning, Duobao had intended to shatter the Dao Heart of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings!

To completely destroy a generation of disciples of the Western Teachings.

To delay the time when the Western Teachings would flourish.

This was not fulfilling a Gentleman's Agreement at all; this was a psychological execution!

Lu Ya now understood even more clearly why Duobao had not activated the full Immortal Slaying Sword Array.

Once the Immortal Slaying Sword Array was fully activated, most of the disciples of the Western Teachings would certainly be unable to resist.

In that case, although they would fall quickly, The spots on the Investiture of the Gods List would surely be filled.

In this way, the Sages would have the opportunity to intervene, and the Great Tribulation would end.

But Duobao would not do that!

He did not seek to send the disciples of the Western Teachings to the list.

His ambition was even greater;

He wanted to completely destroy the Dao Heart of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings.

This would make it impossible for them to advance even a single step further on the path of seeking the Dao.

In this way, what did it matter even if the Western Teachings had many disciples?

They would always remain beneath the disciples of the Mystic Gate!

This was murder without shedding a drop of blood!

Lu Ya felt a chill run through his entire body; he wanted to shatter the ambition of Duobao, but how could he possibly find a way to do so?

He felt despair!

It was a despair even greater than when the Demon Court was destroyed!

Outside the great array, the Four Saints of the Mystic Gate nodded in satisfaction: Duobao has passed the test; from now on, he is the head disciple of the Mystic Gate.

He will be the undisputed leader of the next generation of the Mystic Gate!

The faces of the Two Sages of the West turned livid.

The two Sages truly wanted to intervene.

Their own disciples were being repeatedly trampled by Duobao in such a manner; even if their numbers were great, their achievements would end right here.

How could Heavenly Dao be so biased toward the West?

If only Duobao were their disciple, how wonderful that would be?!

The Two Sages of the West gritted their teeth, prepared to risk it all.

They would rather suffer the punishment of Heavenly Dao than fail to rescue their own disciples!

Otherwise, there would be no hope for the Western Teachings to flourish!

Just as the Two Sages of the West were about to make their move.

Suddenly, a supreme pressure descended.

The Four Saints of the Mystic Gate—Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa—instantly had their expressions change drastically.

The Two Sages of the West, Jieyin and Zhunti, also looked at each other in horror!

This pressure was actually far greater than the pressure given by Dao Ancestor Hongjun in Zixiao Palace!

It was simply terrifying!

A desolate voice spread throughout the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield: "Fellow Daoists, you all have an affinity with me!"

Hmm?

In the Zixiao Palace beyond the thirty-three heavens, Hongjun let out a long sigh of relief: "Fellow Daoist, you finally made it in time!"

If he hadn't arrived in time, the Western Teachings would have completely lost their chance to flourish!

How fortunate!

On Penglai Immortal Island, Lin Dong tapped his fingers lightly against the table.

"Interesting, he really stepped onto the stage himself; things are about to get fun!"

Lin Dong wore a playful expression, his face showing a look of wonder.

"The big shots of the Primordial Era really know how to play!!"

"Is this equivalent to his own alt account?"

Even though Lin Dong had previously inferred through the origin of Karma that such a possibility existed...

When this matter truly happened, He still felt a sense of confusion!

What exactly was that supreme being thinking?

To actually bring out his own alt account?

Even if he wanted to repay the Karma of the Primordial Era, there was no need for such an operation, right?

Lin Dong tapped the table in front of him lightly—this was his favorite action when he was thinking.

"No!"

"The supreme being of the Primordial Era couldn't be so tacky!"

"If he wanted to end the great calamity, or the opposite, all he would need to do is manifest his holiness in public once!"

"Just as he had done in the past!"

The Witch-Demon Calamity was not supposed to be like that!

The Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array set up by the Twelve Ancestral Witches could summon the Pangu True Body!

Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Witch Clan had fought directly up to the Demon Court of the Demon Race.

From Di Jun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng downwards, none of the Great Sages and Demon Gods of the Demon Race could withstand them.

Watching as the Demon Court was about to be destroyed by the Ancestral Witches, with no Demon Race left in the Primordial Era.

Hongjun appeared!

With a single finger pointed, the Pangu True Body was annihilated.

He forcibly established the rule that the Demon Race would govern the heavens and the Witch Clan would govern the earth, splitting the Primordial Era between them.

He stubbornly altered the trajectory of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

A million years later, the second war between the Witches and Demons erupted, and both races perished together!

This was the handiwork of Hongjun.

Since he was capable of doing it once, he was naturally capable of doing it a second time.

Why go through the trouble of performing such acts repeatedly?

Lin Dong silently calculated the intentions of this supreme being of the Primordial Era.

He found it extremely interesting.

He felt as if he were facing a supreme puzzle, and the moment he unraveled it bit by bit to reach the truth, he felt a profound sense of accomplishment!

"Since this was not Hongjun's original intent... then, what exactly is this mighty figure trying to achieve by appearing now?"

Lin Dong tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table.

A storm of wisdom raged within his Primordial Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened.

"The waxing and waning of Yin-Yang, the balance of the Great Dao!"

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Dong was truly impressed by the maneuvers of the top-tier powerhouses of the Primordial Era.

"Even if it's all an act, this operation is simply too miraculous, isn't it?"

"This kind of maneuver... that supreme being has immense ambition!"

"Perhaps it is only after the Journey to the West Calamity that the stage for his ultimate plan will truly begin."

"If Hongjun's plan succeeds, the Primordial Era will truly undergo a radical change!"

Lin Dong thought for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"Oh well, in any case, I am protected by the Immeasurable Great Array. Unless Hongjun breaks through the Hunyuan Infinite Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm..."

"Otherwise, I am relatively safe."

"In that case, I might as well cause him some trouble!"

Lin Dong smiled faintly and casually sent a beam of light to chase after the previous one.

Although he had sent that light out long ago, as long as the puppet did not descend, that light would not reach Little Friend Lingbao.

Now that the puppet had appeared, Lin Dong could naturally let the light manifest before Little Friend Lingbao!

He lifted his Enlightenment Tea with a grin and took a slow sip, watching the distribution of the various major factions in the Primordial Era before him, his mood improving even further.

The Investiture of the Gods Calamity was like a brilliant and exquisite game of chess.

The various powerhouses cast their pieces one after another, all trying to steer the situation toward their most favorable outcome.

But what would the ending be?

Until the very last moment, who could possibly know?

Lin Dong was looking forward to it!

On the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield, the four Sages of the Mystic Gate—Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa—all revealed their Dao-Protecting Divine Weapons.

Taishang had the Heaven and Earth Mystic Yellow Pagoda hovering above his head, stood upon a golden bridge formed by the Taiji Diagram, and held the Pangu Banner in his hand;

Yuanshi had the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud above his head and held the Pangu Banner, one of the Three Heaven-Opening Artifacts, in his hand;

Tongtian's green Daoist robes fluttered as he firmly gripped the Qingping Sword, the ceremonial artifact of Biyou Palace;

Nuwa, no longer composed, tightly clutched the Red Embroidered Ball, the Supreme Merit Treasure of the Wa Imperial Palace, in her palm.

The four Sages faced a formidable enemy, staring intently at the mighty figure before them!

It was not just the four Sages of the Mystic Gate; the two Sages of the West were the same.

Jieyin stood upon the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit to protect himself, holding the Precious Banner in his left hand and the Prayer Beads in his right;

Zhunti even revealed his golden dharma body with eighteen arms and twenty-four heads, his eighteen hands filled with magical treasures: the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, the Vajra Pestle, the Fish Basket, the Flower String, and more.

The Sages stood in strict formation, facing a formidable enemy!

Opposite them stood an elderly cultivator dressed in green robes.

His appearance was exceptionally peculiar, with a pair of long, bushy eyebrows that curved downward, reaching all the way to the ground.

This cultivator did not perform any special movements, yet the terrifying aura of a Dao Integration Realm powerhouse leaking from his body, even if only a fraction, forced the Sages to brace themselves for battle.

The Sages brandished their Dao-Protecting Divine Weapons.

They were not merely guarding against this supreme powerhouse; more than that, they sought to use their own treasures to break through the blockade of his aura!

The disparity in their cultivation levels had reached such an extreme!

The Sages watched him with extreme caution, only to find that while he clearly stood before them, he seemed simultaneously absent, as if separated by countless layers of space and time—infinitely far yet incredibly near.

This deeply contradictory sensation made the Sages feel as though they might vomit blood!

The Old Daoist swept his gaze over the Sages and chuckled softly, "This poor Daoist is Yang Mei. Greetings, little fellow Daoists!"

The expressions of the Sages changed drastically!

Yang Mei?!

It was actually the legendary Great Immortal Yang Mei, who had joined Dao Ancestor Hongjun to slay Luohu and quell the Dao-Demon conflict!

He was also the master of the Space Law, one of the Five Supreme Laws.

Legend had it that even among the Chaos Demon Gods, he ranked within the top five!

The Five Supreme Laws was the title the Chaos Demon Gods bestowed upon the top five great Demon Gods based on their individual combat prowess.

To think that he had not yet fallen!!

The Eastern and Western Sages exchanged glances, let out a collective shout, and acted in unison!

According to legend, Great Immortal Yang Mei was not on the same path as Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

No!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun was not on the same path as any of the other three immortals.

The two ancestors, Yin-Yang and Qian-Kun, had self-detonated and perished.

Great Immortal Yang Mei had suffered heavy injuries and fled into the void.

They had been close comrades-in-arms fighting side-by-side against Luohu just a moment before, but now that Luohu had been executed, they should have been enjoying the fruits of their victory, yet Great Immortal Yang Mei had instead escaped into the Chaos Void!

No matter how one looked at it, it was abnormal!

Why would he not stay?

The Sages naturally deduced the reason: staying meant certain death!

Who could possibly kill Great Immortal Yang Mei?

Who else could it be but Hongjun?!

Now that Great Immortal Yang Mei had returned, what good end could they, as Hongjun's disciples, possibly expect?

Therefore, without a second thought, the Sages launched a fierce assault on Yang Mei!

Taishang swung the Pangu Banner, Yuanshi unleashed the Pangu Banner, Tongtian activated the Qingping Sword, Nuwa raised the Red Embroidered Ball, Jieyin brought forth the Precious Banner, and Zhunti brandished his eighteen weapons.

At this moment, the Sages completely disregarded the previous Investiture of the Gods Calamity;

they cast aside their past grievances and struck at Great Immortal Yang Mei together!

Great Immortal Yang Mei sighed slightly:

"Another Immeasurable Calamity... such a familiar scene."

When he had left the Primordial Era, he had also encountered an Immeasurable Calamity!

But the name of that calamity had been the Dao-Demon conflict!

Great Immortal Yang Mei seemed indifferent to the various Sage divine weapons about to strike him.

His divine sense swept across, and in an instant, the Three Realms and Six Paths, the Nine Underworlds, the Ten Lands, and all the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds were shrouded under his divine sense.

"The separation of immortals and mortals, the stabilization of the Three Realms—it is completely different from before!"

"Sigh."

Great Immortal Yang Mei let out a sigh.

This sigh nearly caused the Sages to drop the Sage divine weapons in their hands!

Terror gripped the hearts of the Sages, and they increased the power behind their swinging magic treasures by another thirty percent.

In a flash, the various magic treasures of the Sages had arrived right before Great Immortal Yang Mei!

Great Immortal Yang Mei reached out and grabbed, regardless of whether it was an Innate Supreme Treasure, an Innate Spiritual Treasure, or a Merit Sacred Artifact.