"While the two of you dwell in the Nine Heavens, calmly watching the tides turn and tribulations rise and fall, this old Daoist can only envy your carefree lives!"
Before the words had faded, Clear Qi surged through the Great Hall's empty air, and Primordial Chaos Dao Resonance slowly took shape.
Taiqing Laozi emerged from the void. His simple xuanhuang Daoist robe was spotless, his bearing dignified and his expression serene. He stood smiling in Lingxiao Hall, facing the Heavenly Emperor and Holy Mother Yaochi.
Haotian and Yaochi looked up together. When they saw who had come, surprise flashed in both their eyes.
Their expressions turned solemn. They hurriedly rose, straightened their robes, and bowed deeply.
"Senior Martial Brother Taiqing, forgive us for failing to welcome you to the Heavenly Court."
After they rose, Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a furtive glance. Confusion and suspicion filled both their eyes.
At that very moment, the Primordial Heaven and Earth was engulfed in the Investiture of the Gods Calamity!
Xiqi's armies grew stronger by the day, while Shang Tang's fortunes faltered. The Immortal Slaying Formation and Ten Thousand Immortal Formation loomed over the Three Realms. Immortals and gods bled, slaughter raged without end, countless cultivators were swept into the calamity, and the Heavenly Dao's energies had fallen into utter chaos.
Every saint was focused on the Interception Sect's bitter struggle within the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation. Each was caught up in the contest, fighting or calculating the course of the tribulation, with no attention to spare.
By all rights, Taiqing Laozi, first among the Three Pure Ones and the first saint of the Prehistoric Era, should have been holding the line at the heart of the calamity and keeping the situation in check. He should have had no time to visit the quiet