Tongtian Seeks Zhou Ming's Help

Jinao Island.

Biyou Palace.

After returning from Zixiao Palace, Sect Master Tongtian had remained seated motionless on the Cloud Bed. Sword intent surged restlessly around him, and his mind was troubled to the extreme.

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

Yuanshi's lofty expression, and the way he regarded the Interception Sect's disciples as mere weeds, lingered in his mind.

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

But after the anger came deep helplessness and worry.

Based on his understanding of Yuanshi, there was absolutely no way he would let the Twelve Golden Immortals be placed on the list.

He was proud and arrogant, regarding his own disciples as the orthodox Xuanmen lineage. How could he possibly be willing to let them serve Haotian?

And would Tongtian himself be willing?

The Interception Sect's myriad immortals had all come because they believed in his principle that "all may receive instruction." What they sought was that sliver of hope and a measure of freedom.

Thus, a thousand years from now, the three brothers were destined to reach no conclusion no matter how they discussed it.

He knew this clearly, and his elder and second brothers knew it just as clearly.

By then, without enough people to fill the divine positions, the Tribulation would surely descend in an even more tragic form.

Beneath the Sages, all were ants.

Though his Interception Sect's disciples were known as the Myriad Immortals Come to Court, once the killing calamity began, how many could he protect alone, as a single Sage?

Beneath the Tribulation, Karma became entangled and the Heavenly Secrets grew chaotic.

With one careless step, the result would be death and the dispersal of one's Dao, with billions of years of cultivation