The Dao Ancestor's Demands Still Need to Follow Procedure!

Daoist Duobao stood frozen in place.

He felt his Primordial Spirit, along with his Dao heart—forged over countless Yuanhui until it was as hard as diamond—shatter into billions of dust motes at Chen Changsheng's casually spoken "fill this out."

Send an official letter to Purple Cloud Palace?

Ask the Dao Ancestor to fill out a form?

This wasn't just audacity beyond heaven's reach.

This was fearing there weren't enough spots on the Investiture of the Gods, and wanting to drag the entire Jie Sect along to be buried with the Heavenly Dao!

His mouth opened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.

Instinctively, he cast a pleading gaze at his only pillar of support—his master.

But at that moment, Sect Leader Tongtian's expression was also unprecedentedly grave.

He wasn't looking at Duobao. His eyes were locked onto Chen Changsheng, as if trying to see through this newly appointed disciple from the outside in, from his soul to his Dao fruit.

"Wuwei."

Sect Leader Tongtian's voice carried a hint of strain for the first time.

He waved his hand, setting up a barrier that cut off all laws, enveloping the three of them.

"That isn't Yuanshi."

"That's the Dao Ancestor."

The implication was clear.

Your tricks for dealing with the Chan Sect are nothing but a joke before Hongjun, who has merged with the Heavenly Dao.

"This disciple understands."

Chen Changsheng bowed deeply to Sect Leader Tongtian, his face showing no panic, only the absolute calm of a process designer.

"Master, precisely because that is the Dao Ancestor, this disciple must act this way."

He lifted his head, his gaze clear, his logic terrifyingly sharp.

"May I ask Master, what is the core of the rules established by our Jie Sect's Calamity Aversion Department?"

Sect Leader Tongtian paused, then answered instinctively.

"It's... process?"

"It's 'rules over power.'"

Chen Changsheng corrected him, his voice low but resounding.

"We made the Chan Sect suffer, not because we're stronger than them, but because we dragged them into the 'rules' we set. Within those rules, their power is constrained at every turn."

"Today, the Dao Ancestor's decree is both a danger and an opportunity for our sect!"

His eyes gleamed with a nearly fanatical light.

"If we simply answer the summons, we tacitly admit that the Dao Ancestor's will can override our sect's rules."

"Then everything we've done today becomes a castle in the air. From now on, any being stronger than us can ignore our processes and crush us with raw force. The Calamity Aversion Department will become a dead letter."

"On the other hand..."

Chen Changsheng paused, his voice carrying a deadly allure.

"If we can make the Dao Ancestor—this incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the source of order—follow our processes... even if only in form..."

"Then it means we declare to the entire Primordial World that our Jie Sect's 'Process Dao' has received the Heavenly Dao's approval!"

"At that point, process will no longer be the doctrine of our Jie Sect alone."

"It will become the new iron law of the Primordial World!"

This speech shook Sect Leader Tongtian to his core.

He looked at Chen Changsheng before him, feeling for the first time that he might have underestimated this disciple.

What a mad vision!

And what meticulous logic!

Turning the Dao Ancestor's summons from a crisis into... an ultimate opportunity to brand the "Process Dao" across the entire Primordial World!

"But... but if the Dao Ancestor grows angry..."

Zhao Gongming, listening on the sidelines with a pounding heart, couldn't help but whisper.

"He won't."

Chen Changsheng shook his head with certainty.

"The Dao Ancestor's decree said only 'elaborate on this Dao,' not 'come to be judged.' That proves that in his eyes, this new thing called 'process' has piqued his interest—it might even inspire him in maintaining the Heavenly Dao's operation."

"We are not prisoners awaiting judgment right now."

"We are Party B, holding core technology, awaiting the favor of our ultimate client."

"So we must show the professionalism of Party B!"

Chen Changsheng's words completely shattered the last shred of hesitation in Sect Leader Tongtian's heart.

He looked at this disciple, whose mouth kept spouting strange terms like "client" and "Party B," and suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Good! A fine 'Party B' indeed!"

"Today, your master will indulge this madness with you!"

The defiance in his eyes returned.

"If anything goes wrong, your master will bear it all!"

The barrier dispersed.

Chen Changsheng once again turned to Daoist Duobao, who had long since stood frozen like a wooden chicken.

"Senior Brother Duobao, you may begin."

Daoist Duobao took a deep breath, like a death row inmate about to march to the execution ground.

His trembling hands offered up a blank Purple Gold Jade Slip.

This slip, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, now felt in his hands as heavy as billions of jun.

"Raise your head."

Chen Changsheng's voice was calm and clear.

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"To the Dao Ancestor's Office at Purple Cloud Palace."

Duobao's hand jerked, nearly crushing the jade slip.

"Body text. Regarding the 'Process Dao Special Elaboration Cooperation' intent proposed by your side, our sect's Calamity Aversion Department has received it."

"After preliminary internal discussion within our department, we believe this project holds high strategic foresight and cooperative value. Our side agrees in principle."

"However, Dao elaboration is a matter of great importance. To ensure the project proceeds smoothly and avoid unnecessary karmic disputes later, a special task force must first be established to conduct a feasibility assessment, clarify the project scope, and define the rights and responsibilities of both parties."

"Therefore, we attach a copy of the 'Cross-Faction Strategic Cooperation Project · Preliminary Needs Survey Form.'"

"Please... fill it out and return it as soon as possible."

"Signed, Jie Sect Calamity Aversion Department, Department of External Relations Risk Assessment."

Every word struck Daoist Duobao's heart like a thunderbolt from the Heavenly Dao.

He felt he wasn't drafting an official letter.

He was writing... a declaration of war that could overturn the entire Primordial World!

The letter finished, there was still that attachment.

[Cross-Faction Strategic Cooperation Project · Preliminary Needs Survey Form (Purple Cloud Palace Special Edition)]

[Project Initiator: Hongjun]

[Project Core Objective (please check): A. Perfect the Heavenly Dao order B. Optimize Calamity management C. Personal research interest D. Eliminate heretics]

[Project Expected Outcomes (KPI): ...]

[Project Budget (whether merit or supreme treasure support is provided): ...]

[Project Liaison: ...]

[Remarks: To ensure communication efficiency, it is recommended that the liaison's cultivation level be no lower than Heavenly Dao Saint.]

When the last character was branded onto the jade slip by Daoist Duobao with his Great Magical Power, he collapsed entirely, as if he had just endured a battle between saints.

"Send it."

Chen Changsheng issued the final command.

A disciple from the newly established "Mailroom" of the Calamity Aversion Department, his face pale and limbs weak, stepped forward.

He held that Purple Gold Jade Slip as if cradling his own urn of ashes.

Under the deathly silent gaze of tens of thousands of Jie Sect disciples, he approached an altar specially built to connect to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

He gently placed the jade slip into the groove at the altar's center.

As his mana surged, the official letter transformed into a streak of light, ignoring all spatial barriers, and vanished instantly into the depths of chaos.

After finishing this, the disciple's legs gave way, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

The entire Golden Ao Island was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the coming thunderous wrath that could destroy everything.

One shichen.

Two shichen.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Nothing happened.

No Sage's fury, no heavenly punishment descended.

From the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace, a deathly silence.

Yet this silence was more suffocating than any thunderclap.

The entire Jie Sect was shrouded in an unprecedented atmosphere of oppression.

Even the most unruly disciples were now obediently staying in their caves, not daring to make a sound.

Sect Leader Tongtian had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

He stood atop the Jade Palace, gazing into the chaos, the Qingping Sword in his hand sometimes humming, sometimes falling silent.

Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, about to be crushed by the boundless silence—

On the morning of the fourth day.

Above Golden Ao Island, that chaos descended once more.

The supreme Pressure froze the Primordial Spirits of all Jie Sect disciples.

It's here!

Yet this time, there was no decree, no voice.

Only a streak of light fell from the chaos, neither fast nor slow, stopping precisely before Chen Changsheng.

The radiance faded.

What was revealed was the very Purple Gold Jade Slip they had sent out three days ago.

Sect Leader Tongtian's heart sank heavily.

Returned!

The Dao Ancestor had refused!

But Chen Changsheng merely reached out calmly and took the jade slip.

The jade slip seemed unchanged.

Yet when his divine sense swept over it—

His pupils abruptly contracted.

There, on the survey form, on the line for [Project Initiator], At some point, a single ancient, vigorous character, imbued with the true meaning of the Supreme Great Dao, had appeared.

And beside that character, there was also a small symbol, condensed from the power of the Heavenly Dao's laws.