Tongtian: Fellow Daoist, Please Point My Interception Sect Toward a Clear Path

Jinao Island.

Biyou Palace.

After all the disciples of the Interception Sect had withdrawn, the empty hall once again fell into the silence of old.

Sect Master Tongtian sat alone atop the high platform, his figure seeming somewhat lonely.

The disciples' confident, even slightly arrogant faces kept flashing through his mind.

No.

He could not just sit around and wait for death!

The Interception Sect represented the blood, sweat, and effort he had poured in over countless kalpas. He absolutely could not allow it to be buried in this Tribulation.

After a long while, he pondered for a moment before finally making up his mind.

He had to find Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming now.

The Interception Sect was now enemies with the entire world.

He had to make plans ahead of time and carve out a path to survival for those tens of thousands of disciples, allowing the Interception Sect to safely survive this Tribulation.

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

Sect Master Tongtian moved, silently disappearing from Biyou Palace and heading straight toward Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

Houtu and Zhou Ming were sitting quietly inside the hall. Dao Rhythm flowed around them, merging with the aura of the entire Pangu Hall.

Suddenly, the two opened their eyes at the same time.

A trace of surprise appeared on Houtu's face.

"Hmm? Hadn't Big Brother just gone to Jinao Island to visit Fellow Daoist Tongtian a few days ago?"

"Why is he hurrying toward Pangu Hall?"

There was no surprise whatsoever on Zhou Ming's face, as if everything were already within his grasp.

"He must have returned from Zixiao Palace."

"Looks like the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip really did fall into the hands of the Chan Sect."

Houtu immediately understood