Laws Are Worthless

"Alright, cultivate here with your uncle for another half a month, then go back to the village and show off to your friends."

Return... return to the village?

Tongtian's face twitched incessantly. He, a dignified Sage! Was actually regarded as a villager by his uncle?

Can uncle endure this? Fine, uncle will endure it, auntie will endure it too...

The next morning, Tongtian drooped his head and cultivated listlessly.

Do Bao was puzzled. He had slept soundly last night, and his realm had even broken through. Although he didn't have a Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass mattress, he had a prayer mat!

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, don't mention it, my uncle..." Tongtian's old face flushed red. Father God Pangu was above, he had just gotten used to calling him that!

Then he glared fiercely at Do Bao, "Do Bao, you won't talk nonsense, will you?"

Do Bao quickly shook his head, "Master, don't worry, I definitely won't talk nonsense!"

Tongtian nodded, "It's okay, anyway, only the three of us know about this matter. If anyone else finds out, Master will refine your true form into a chamber pot."

Do Bao shuddered in fright, even though he knew that Master was joking, he was still afraid.

These days, Tongtian had benefited greatly. For no other reason than that Wang Yuan would take a book from the bookshelf and read it aloud when he had nothing to do.

Although it wasn't like the Dao Ancestor who caused golden lotuses to spring from the earth when he preached, Tongtian found that some of the things Wang Yuan said were a bit obscure to him. This was different from the Dao Ancestor. He firmly believed that it must be because he was too stupid, otherwise, how could he not understand Uncle's preaching? Moreover, Uncle... could he be even stronger than the Dao Ancestor? Otherwise, why would the things he preached be so difficult?

He was idle, his heart was as anxious as a deep-fried heart, wanting to leave here and go back to arrange the affairs of the Intercept Sect, but reluctant to leave and wanted to listen to Wang Yuan's preaching.

Half a month later, Wang Yuan got up early and suddenly found Tongtian, "Nephew, it's been more than ten days, how's your cultivation going?"

This sentence stunned Tongtian. The Supreme Clarity Art was created by him, so naturally it was already top-notch, but could he say that?

"Barely... barely entered the door?"

Wang Yuan patted Tongtian on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Good child."

Do Bao had long been indifferent, he felt that everything this grandpa did now was normal.

"Then hurry back, tell your eldest brother not to worry, I'm fine in the mountains, he doesn't need to worry about me. You also have to be careful when you show off after returning to the village. There are many geniuses in the Primordial World, maybe some of them have already cultivated into cultivators, understand?"

"Yes, Uncle!"

Wang Yuan nodded, "Okay, with the lotus I gave you, no one can hurt you. Go, go early and return early, Uncle is very bored alone in the mountains."

Tongtian nodded and said, "Don't worry, Uncle, I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, he left with Do Bao.

After leaving the mountain gate, Tongtian turned his head, and the immortal mountain had disappeared into a barren mountain. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Should he come back or not?

If others in the Primordial World knew that Tongtian had recognized an uncle... it would be very embarrassing, right?

But this uncle was so rich!

Tongtian really couldn't bear to part with it!

With a thought, a seven-colored lotus flower appeared beneath his feet, carrying him straight to the sky. At this moment, Tongtian felt a sense of invincibility arise within him.

It was Tongtian's first time using the Thirty-Sixth Grade Golden Lotus, and he couldn't help but wonder, "What grade of treasure is this exactly? Innate or Chaos?"

He glanced at Do Bao, who was hugging a prayer mat and giggling foolishly, and Tongtian snorted, "Consider this your opportunity. You must make good use of what the old man has bestowed upon you."

"Yes, Master!"

Do Bao was confident that with this treasure, he could break through to the Quasi-Sage Peak soon!

Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass! Legend has it that there were only three of these when the world was first created. It would be difficult to even weave a straw hat, let alone a prayer mat. Just what kind of great power does Grandpa possess? To actually use Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass to make a cushion?

Tongtian sensed the power of the Thirty-Sixth Grade Colorful Lotus and then put it away. Even as a Saint, he didn't want to attract covetous eyes, especially considering what his uncle had said... He was alone and weak, no match for so many opponents.

No, that's not right!

He has his uncle!

Thinking of this, Tongtian took Do Bao back to GoldenAo Island's Biyou Palace.

GoldenAo Island was located overseas, a rare blessed land between heaven and earth, rich in spiritual energy.

The two returned to the main hall. Do Bao took a deep breath and then shook his head, "Master, our GoldenAo Island is far inferior to Grandpa's immortal mountain..."

Tongtian glared, "Shut up! Don't say too much. You should know that someone as powerful as your uncle can sense the world. He will feel it."

Do Bao was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat, "Grandpa, please don't blame me..."

Tongtian didn't know that his uncle was fast asleep on the immortal mountain. Sense? That doesn't exist.

"All of you, come to the main hall at once."

Tongtian's voice was like a wave, rolling and spreading throughout GoldenAo Island. But strangely, only the second-generation disciples could hear it clearly. Who would dare disobey a Saint?

Immediately, the second-generation disciples from all over GoldenAo Island burst out of their caves, and colorful lights streaked across the island towards the main hall.

"We pay our respects to Master!"

Countless disciples knelt densely below, a grand and imposing sight. This momentum was unmatched by the Chan Sect and the Human Sect!

If it were the old Tongtian, he would definitely be happy. This Saint is so awesome! So many disciples! Who dares to compete?

But now, he was filled with deep worry. Such a large Intercept Sect, due to its mixed quality of disciples, would actually be destroyed in the future?

Especially since his uncle had earnestly told him that some of them would even betray the sect. But no matter how Tongtian asked, Wang Yuan wouldn't say, and even knocked him on the head! Telling him to cultivate properly and not worry about the Intercept Sect's affairs.

"The three sects will jointly sign the Investiture of the Gods, and you are already aware of this matter. Now, your teacher has come up with a plan that may allow our Intercept Sect to achieve a great victory."

The second-generation disciples naturally knew about the Investiture of the Gods, and even many of the third-generation disciples knew about it. They were all hoping to become famous in this battle. They had lost interest in cultivating immortality, practicing Zen, and meditating. To seek breakthroughs, they also wanted to shine in the Investiture of the Gods battle.

Hearing Tongtian say this, everyone looked at Tongtian in surprise and joy.

"Ah? Master actually has such a plan?"

"Master is wise!"

"Master is invincible, Master is our guiding light..."

The flattery flowed like a tide.

Tongtian would have been happy in the past, but the more they acted this way, the more worried Tongtian became. Sure enough, Uncle was right, a bunch of sycophants!

"Humph! This master's plan is that from today onwards, no disciple of GoldenAo Island is to leave their residence without my order."

The words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, "Ah? Not go out..."

"Can we win by not going out?"

"What kind of good plan is this?"

The chattering of the crowd only made Tongtian more annoyed. In the past, he taught everyone without discrimination and was not strict with his disciples. Now it seemed that there was a big problem. Someone dared to question his words?

"Silence."

When a Saint is enraged, the world changes color, dark clouds gather, and black water surges from the ground.

Immediately, the disciples fell silent, not daring to speak.

"Can't you understand?"

The people below looked at each other, not daring to speak. At this moment, a voice whispered, "Master, how can we participate in the Investiture of the Gods if we don't go out?"

Tongtian was furious and struck out with a palm!

"Ah!"

Immediately, a scream came from the crowd, and one person spat blood and was knocked against the pillar of the hall.

Everyone turned their heads and discovered it was Chang Er Ding Guang Xian!

"You wretch! How dare you question me! Die!"

"Puff..."

Chang Er Ding Guang Xian turned into ashes...

He just killed someone right away?

Everyone was dumbfounded... Master was truly angry.

Wang Yuan's immortal mountain.

"Congratulations, Host! Changing the general trend of the Investiture of the Gods! The system rewards a Natural Laws!"

Wang Yuan was half-asleep, not knowing what was happening. Then, a flickering Laws, with a ethereal aura, drilled into his body.

Wang Yuan blinked, instantly understanding the contents of the Laws, "Rise..."

He stretched out a finger and pointed at the ground, and instantly a small sapling quickly grew out of the ground!

"This is the Natural Laws?"

"But... what's the use of it?"

In the future, when encountering enemies, a small tree will grow under their bodies? Exploding their chrysanthemum?