Kunlun Mountain Shook, and the Twelve Golden Immortals Lost Their Composure!

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

A Sage's Dojo, impervious to all arts.

Venerable Lord Yuanshi sat quietly upon the Cloud Bed, Dao rhythm flowing around him. Neither sorrowful nor joyful, he gazed down upon the countless beings caught in the tribulation.

Suddenly, his brows, unchanged for ages, twitched almost imperceptibly.

Another true spirit had appeared on the Investiture of the Gods.

Han Dulong, a disciple of Daoist Tianzun.

During the tribulation, disciples entering the Investiture of the Gods was only to be expected.

He was merely a third-generation disciple with an unremarkable foundation. So be it. He could take a divine office in the Heavenly Court, which was better than having his soul scattered into oblivion.

But the Investiture of the Gods had only just opened, and its first entrant was actually a member of the Chan Sect?

A trace of displeasure stirred in his heart, though he did not dwell on it.

Yet before that displeasure could fade, another fluctuation arrived.

Another true spirit followed close behind, rushing onto the Platform of Investiture of the Gods.

Xue Ehu.

Another disciple of Daoist Tianzun.

Venerable Lord Yuanshi slowly opened his eyes. For the first time, a ripple appeared in those eyes that saw through the Heavenly Dao and into the future.

Immediately afterward, a third true spirit, wrapped in resentment and unwillingness, slammed fiercely into the Platform of Investiture of the Gods!

Yun Zhongzi's disciple, Lei Zhenzi.

Venerable Lord Yuanshi could no longer maintain a Sage's composure. He abruptly rose, sending the Dao rhythm around him rippling.

Three third-generation disciples had died in an instant!

This was no longer an accident. It was slaughter!

He calculated on his fingers, but the Heavenly Secrets were a blur of chaos, obscured by the baleful energy of the tribulation.

Yet he could clearly