The Host Must Immediately Self-terminate and Enter the Investiture of the Gods

On the East Sea, Three Immortals Island.

This island is the dojo bestowed by the Intercepting Sect's Saint, Sect Master Tongtian, upon his personal disciples, the sisters Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao. It is enveloped by the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, shrouded in immortal mist and filled with myriad auspicious energies.

For ordinary Immortals and Gods, let alone landing on the island, even approaching within ten thousand miles would result in them being annihilated into dust by the formation's Sha Qi.

Inside the island, within Qionghua Palace.

Fairy Yunxiao, dressed in a plain palace gown, possessed a gentle demeanor. She gazed at a tightly shut cave dwelling, a lingering worry etched between her brows.

"Eldest Sister, you're worried about that kid Zhaochi again."

A figure clad in fiery red flashed into existence. It was Bi Xiao, the most impatient of the sisters.

"He's been in seclusion for a hundred thousand years with no sign of progress. The Heavenly Secrets are in chaos outside, and the Calamity is imminent. How can I not worry?"

Yun Xiao sighed softly.

"Heh, what's there to be afraid of?"

Bi Xiao waved her hand dismissively.

"With the three of us sisters here, and Master and the elders, who on the Primordial Era dares to touch our disciple?"

"Exactly, Eldest Sister, you worry too much."

Qiong Xiao also walked over, offering comfort.

"Zhaochi's origins are a bit lacking, and he's still a Golden Immortal after a million years of cultivation, but so what? As long as we protect him, he can live a peaceful life. It's not a problem."

Yun Xiao shook her head.

"You don't understand. This Calamity is no small matter. I've deduced it using Heavenly Secrets techniques, and the future is bathed in blood. Even the Saint's orthodox lineages are in danger of being overthrown."

"If Zhaochi cannot break through to Taiyi, he will be nothing more than a slightly larger ant during the great tribulation. We... may not be able to protect him."

Bi Xiao pouted. "Eldest Sister, don't scare yourself. Our Intercepting Sect has ten thousand immortals paying homage, our fortune is prosperous, what could possibly happen?"

Despite her words, the three sisters fell silent, gazing at the cave dwelling.

Inside the cave dwelling.

Shen Zhaochi sat cross-legged, his immortal light dim and his aura chaotic.

Before him, a Dao fruit, condensed through a hundred thousand years of arduous effort, was covered in cracks. With a "crack," it completely shattered.

"Pfft."

A mouthful of golden immortal blood sprayed out, and Shen Zhaochi's face turned ashen.

Another failure.

His attempt to break through to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal had failed once again.

He slowly opened his eyes, devoid of any disappointment, only a dead, numb silence.

It's been a million years.

He had transmigrated to this Primordial Era world, becoming the sole disciple adopted by the three fairies, Sanxiao. It had been a full million years.

His talent was mediocre, his comprehension ordinary.

It was only through the combined efforts of his three Masters, who had used countless heavenly treasures and earthly materials to forcefully elevate him, that he had managed to cultivate to the Golden Immortal stage in a million years.

But Golden Immortal was his limit.

No matter how hard he cultivated or how long he remained in seclusion, the threshold of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal remained like a chasm, insurmountable.

"Golden Immortals aren't even considered cannon fodder in the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods," Shen Zhaochi chuckled self-mockingly.

As a transmigrator, he knew better than anyone what was about to happen.

The Three Religions would jointly sign the Investiture of the Gods.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect would commit a killing tribulation. Venerable Yuanshi, however, was unwilling to see his disciples placed on the list. Thus, he conspired with Taishang to push the Intercepting Sect forward as scapegoats.

Under the guise of: "The disciples of the Intercepting Sect, many of whom are born from wetness and eggs, or have fur and horns, are destined to be placed on the list."

Nonsense.

In the end, wasn't it simply because the Intercepting Sect's Master, Sect Master Tongtian, was stubborn and lacked social graces, and the other two Saints ganged up on him?

The final outcome: ten percent of the Intercepting Sect's ten thousand immortals perished, and the grand Saint's orthodox lineage fell apart.

And his most beloved three Masters...

Yun Xiao was crushed beneath Kirin Cliff.

Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao had an even more tragic fate, directly appearing on the Investiture of the Gods, their True Spirits trapped, never to be free again.

"I cannot accept this ending," Shen Zhaochi murmured to himself.

His three Masters treated him like their own child, raising him for a million years. Their kindness was as deep as a mountain.

How could he stand by and watch them walk towards their fated tragedy?

But what could he do?

A good-for-nothing who couldn't break through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm in a million years.

Go beg his Grandmaster, Sect Master Tongtian?

Don't be ridiculous. Ants are ants beneath Saints; he didn't even have the qualifications to meet a Saint.

What's more, the Saints were already blinded by the Heavenly Dao, unable to see the future's direction.

This was practically starting at the bottom of a top-tier pit.

Just as Shen Zhaochi's mind was in turmoil, feeling a wave of despair.

[Ding!]

[Detected that the Three Religions have jointly signed the Investiture of the Gods at the Jade Void Palace. The Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods officially begins. The Strongest Godhood System is activated!]

A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind without any warning.

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Shen Zhaochi froze entirely.

System?

[Host: Shen Zhaochi] [Cultivation: Mid Golden Immortal] [Detected that the host is at the center of the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods vortex. Two beginner routes are now provided. Please choose.]

Here it comes!

Shen Zhaochi's spirits lifted.

[Route One: Avoid Calamity, Resolve Disaster. Host will receive the Innate Spiritual Treasure 'Sea Calming Divine Beads' (twenty-four) and the Heaven Concealing Secret Method. This can maximally conceal your Heavenly Secrets, allowing you to find a place to hide and cultivate, emerging only after the Calamity has passed.]

Seeing this option, Shen Zhaochi's heart skipped a beat.

Sea Calming Divine Beads!

This was the treasure Daoist Randeng would use to prove his Dao in the future, possessing immense power.

With this treasure, plus the Heaven Concealing Secret Method, he had a 99% chance of safely surviving this great tribulation.

This was an irresistible temptation for any immortal caught in the tribulation.

But he didn't choose immediately.

He looked at the second option.

[Route Two: Pulling the Firewood from Under the Pot. Host must immediately perform self-termination. Your True Spirit will, under the System's guidance, instantly inhabit the 'Investiture of the Gods', becoming its supreme controller, and you will receive one Mysterious Treasure Chest.]

[Warning: This route carries extreme risk. Once chosen, the host will immediately die and their physical body will perish. If the True Spirit fails to inhabit the Investiture of the Gods, it will be complete annihilation. Please choose carefully.]

Shen Zhaochi looked at the two options and fell into contemplation.

Route One: Lay low.

Lay low until the end of time, until the Calamity passed.

He could survive.

But what about his Masters? The Intercepting Sect?

With the Sea Calming Divine Beads, could he go fight Venerable Yuanshi, who wielded the Pangu Banner? Could he fight Taishang, who held the Taiji Diagram?

Impossible.

At best, he could only watch the tragedy unfold and survive himself.

What was the difference between living like that and being dead?

His gaze fell on Route Two.

Self-termination.

Inhabit the Investiture of the Gods.

Become its supreme controller.

This was an idea bordering on utter madness.

What was the Investiture of the Gods? It was the core of this Calamity! It was the tool the Heavenly Dao used to reorganize the order of the Primordial Era!

Controlling it meant controlling the life and death of all the gods on the list, and even, to a certain extent, influencing the direction of the entire Calamity.

Risk?

The risk was immediate death, complete annihilation.

Reward?

The reward was a trump card capable of flipping the board!

"Bet it all, and a bike might become a motorcycle."

Shen Zhaochi's breathing grew somewhat rapid.

He was a transmigrator. His greatest advantage wasn't his cultivation or his magic treasures, but the information gap!

He knew the operational model of the Investiture of the Gods, who would be on the list, and every key node of the future.

If he were to control the Investiture of the Gods.

He could completely arrange things clearly for those hypocritical guys in the Heavenly Origin Sect.

What about the Twelve Golden Immortals, Randeng, Old Man Nanji? Every single one of them would end up on the list as a security guard!

As for himself, his physical body was gone, but he could reshape it.

With his True Spirit entering the Investiture of the Gods, as long as the Investiture of the Gods wasn't destroyed, he wouldn't die.

This was a massive profit with no loss!

The only difficulty was how to deceive his three Masters and complete the "self-termination" step.

If they found out, they would absolutely not let him do this.

Shen Zhaochi stood up and paced back and forth in his cave dwelling.

His mind was racing.

Route One was a poison of comfort, causing him to give up everything and live a cowardly life.

Route Two was a gamble of embracing death to find life, the only chance to change his destiny.

He, Shen Zhaochi, had been stifled in the Primordial Era for a million years and didn't want to be stifled any longer.

"Master, your disciple is unfilial."

Shen Zhaochi bowed deeply towards the direction of Three Immortals Island, outside the cave dwelling.

"When your disciple takes charge of Godhood, I will defy fate for you!"

He had made his decision.

[System, I choose Route Two!]

[Selection confirmed. Route Two: Pulling the Firewood from Under the Pot, has been activated. Please complete self-termination within ten breaths, otherwise it will be considered a waiver.]

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