What the Hell Are Laws?

"All right, I'll cultivate at Uncle's place for another half month, then head back to the village and show off to my friends."

Head... back to the village?

Tongtian's face kept twitching. He was a dignified Sage! Yet Uncle had actually mistaken him for a villager?

Could Uncle endure it? Fine, Uncle would endure it. Auntie would endure it too...

Early the next morning, Tongtian cultivated listlessly, his head hanging low.

Do Bao was puzzled. He had slept incredibly well the previous night, and even his cultivation had improved. Though he did not have a Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass mattress, he had a meditation cushion!

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

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

He then glared viciously at Do Bao. "Do Bao, you won't go blabbing, will you?"

Do Bao hurriedly shook his head. "Rest assured, Master. I definitely won't say anything!"

Tongtian nodded. "It doesn't matter. Only the three of us know about this anyway. If anyone else finds out, Master will refine your true form into a chamber pot."

Do Bao shuddered in fright. Even knowing that his master was joking, he was still terrified.

Over these days, Tongtian had benefited greatly. Whenever Wang Yuan had nothing to do, he would take a book from the shelf and read it aloud.

There were no golden lotuses springing from the earth as when the Dao Ancestor gave a Lecture on the Dao, but Tongtian found what Wang Yuan said rather obscure. This was unlike the Dao Ancestor. He firmly believed that he must be too stupid; otherwise, how could he fail to understand Uncle's Lecture on the Dao? And Uncle... could he be even stronger than the Dao Ancestor? Otherwise, why was what he taught so difficult?

Whenever he was idle, anxiety gnawed at his heart as though it were being deep-fried. He wanted to leave and return to make arrangements for the Jie Sect, yet he could not bear to leave because he wanted to hear Wang Yuan's Lecture on the Dao.

Half a month later, Wang Yuan got up early and suddenly sought Tongtian out. "Great nephew, you've been here for more than ten days. How is your cultivation going?"

The question left Tongtian dumbfounded. The Supreme Clarity Art had been created by him and was naturally already top-tier, but did he dare say that?

"I-I've... barely gotten started?"

Wang Yuan patted Tongtian's shoulder approvingly. "Good boy."

Do Bao had long since stopped finding anything strange. Whatever Grandpa did now seemed perfectly normal to him.

"Then hurry back. Tell your eldest brother not to worry. I'm doing very well in the mountains, so he doesn't need to keep thinking about me. And when you go back to the village to show off, be careful too. The Primordial World is full of strange talents. Who knows which one may have already become a cultivator, understand?"

"Yes, Uncle!"

Wang Yuan nodded. "All right. With that lotus I gave you, no one will be able to hurt you. Go on. Leave early and return early. Uncle gets terribly bored alone in the mountains."

Tongtian nodded. "Don't worry, Uncle. I'll be back very soon!"

With that, he left with Do Bao.

After exiting the mountain gate, Tongtian turned back and saw that the immortal mountain had already vanished into a Desolate Mountain. He could not help sighing inwardly.

Should he come back or not?

If everyone else in the Primordial World found out Tongtian had acknowledged an uncle... that would be incredibly embarrassing, right?

But this uncle happened to be so wealthy!

Tongtian truly could not bear to leave!

With a thought, a Seven-Colored Lotus appeared beneath his feet and carried him straight into the sky. At that moment, Tongtian suddenly felt as though he stood upon invincible ground.

It was Tongtian's first time using the Thirty-Sixth Grade Golden Lotus. He could not help thinking, What grade of treasure is this? Innate or Chaos?

Glancing at Do Bao beside him, who was hugging his meditation cushion and grinning foolishly, Tongtian snorted. "This counts as your fortuitous opportunity too. You must make good use of what the old man bestowed upon you."

"Yes, Master!"

Do Bao was confident. With this thing, he could break through to the Quasi-Sage Peak sooner!

Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass! It was said that only three stalks had existed when heaven and earth first opened. Forget weaving a meditation cushion from it—even making a straw hat would have been difficult. But just what kind of supreme being was Grandpa, to use Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass as bedding?

After sensing the power of the Thirty-Sixth Grade Colored Lotus, Tongtian put it away. Even as a Sage, he did not want to draw covetous eyes, especially given the situation Uncle had mentioned... he was alone and outnumbered, utterly incapable of fighting so many people.

No!

He had Uncle!

Thinking this, Tongtian brought Do Bao back to Biyou Palace on Golden Turtle Island.

Golden Turtle Island was located overseas and was one of the rare Blessed Lands between heaven and earth, rich in spiritual energy.

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

Tongtian glared at him. "Shut up! Do not speak carelessly. You should know that a supreme being like Uncle comprehends heaven and earth. If you speak of him, he may sense it."

Do Bao broke out in a cold sweat. "Grandpa, please forgive me..."

Tongtian had no idea that his uncle was currently sleeping soundly on the immortal mountain. Sense it? That did not exist.

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

Tongtian's voice rolled across Golden Turtle Island like waves. Strangely, only the second-generation disciples could hear it clearly. When a Sage spoke, who would dare disobey?

At once, the second-generation disciples scattered throughout Golden Turtle Island emerged from their caves. Multicolored streaks of light raced across the island toward the main hall.

"We pay respects to Master!"

Countless disciples knelt densely below, their presence magnificent. Even the Human Sect and Clarification Sect could not compare to this!

If it had been the old Tongtian, he definitely would have been delighted. This Sage is amazing! So many disciples! Who dares contend with me?

But now, he was filled with deep concern. Such a vast Jie Sect was actually destined to be destroyed because its disciples were a mixed bag?

Especially since Uncle had earnestly told him that some among them would even betray the sect. Yet no matter how Tongtian questioned Wang Yuan, he would not say. He had even knocked Tongtian on the head and told him to cultivate properly and not concern himself with the Jie Sect's affairs.

"The Three Sects have jointly signed the Investiture of the Gods. You already know of this matter. Now, your master has thought of a strategy that may allow our Jie Sect to win a complete victory."

The second-generation disciples naturally knew about the Investiture of the Gods. Quite a few third-generation disciples even knew as well. They all hoped to become famous in a single battle. Cultivating immortality, seeking the Dao, meditating, and sitting in contemplation no longer interested them. In search of breakthroughs, they wanted to shine brilliantly in the battle of the Investiture of the Gods.

Hearing Tongtian say this, everyone immediately looked at him in delight.

"Ah? Master actually has such a strategy?"

"Master is wise!"

"Master is invincible! Master is our guiding beacon..."

Flattering words surged forth like a tide.

Tongtian would definitely have been pleased in the past, but the more they acted this way, the more worried he became. Sure enough, Uncle had been right. A bunch of bootlickers!

"Hmph! Your master's strategy is this: from today onward, disciples of Golden Turtle Island are not to leave their doors without my orders."

The words fell like a stone into a calm lake. "Ah? Not leave..."

"We can win by not going out?"

"What kind of good strategy is that?"

Their clamorous chatter made Tongtian even more furious. In the past, he had taught without discrimination and had not been strict with his disciples. Looking at it now, the problem truly was enormous. Some of them even dared question his words?

"Shut up."

When a Sage became enraged, heaven and earth changed color. Dark clouds covered the sky, and black water surged from the earth.

At once, all the disciples fell silent in terror, not daring to speak.

"Do you not understand?"

The people below looked at one another, not daring to say anything. Then a voice quietly said, "Master, if we don't go out, how can we complete the Investiture of the Gods?"

Tongtian flew into a rage and struck out with his palm!

"Ah!"

A miserable scream immediately rang out from the crowd. One person spewed blood as he was blasted into a pillar of the main hall.

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

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

"Pfft..."

Chang Er Ding Guang Xian turned to ash...

He had killed someone right away?

Everyone was dumbfounded... Master was truly enraged.

Wang Yuan's immortal mountain.

"Congratulations, Host! You have altered the general course of the Investiture of the Gods! The system rewards you with one Law of Nature!"

Wang Yuan was half-asleep and had no idea what was happening. Then, a flickering law carrying an ethereal aura entered his body.

Wang Yuan blinked, and he instantly comprehended what was contained within the law. "Rise..."

He pointed one finger at the ground, and a small sapling instantly sprouted from the earth!

"This is the Law of Nature?"

"But... what the hell is it good for?"

When facing enemies in the future, should he grow a little tree under their bodies? Blow up their asses?