The Scroll King Venerable and Two Newcomers

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Four muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

In the terrifying pressure of the deep sea, the speed of the four magical treasures was greatly reduced, but they carried all the magical power and endless hatred of Wang Mo and the other three, smashing squarely into True Lord Taiyi.

At this moment, True Lord Taiyi was crushed by the Primordial Heavy Water, his immortal body cracking, his magical power stagnant, unable to even maintain the most basic protective immortal light, completely becoming a living target.

"Pfft..."

He couldn't even scream, his body felt like it was hit head-on by four mountains, instantly turning into a smear of flesh and blood.

A dim Nascent Soul, fleeing in terror from the shattered immortal body, tried to escape.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Mo's eyes. He endured the immense pressure of the heavy water and once again activated the Sky-Opening Pearl, smashing it fiercely towards the Nascent Soul.

"Bang!"

True Lord Taiyi's Nascent Soul, along with his last shred of life, was completely smashed into dust and ashes.

Another Golden Immortal of the Sect of Explanation had fallen!

A True Spirit, appearing uncontrollably from the void, carrying endless malice and regret, was pulled by an invisible force and instantly disappeared into the depths of the East Sea.

After finishing all this, Wang Mo and the other three felt a wave of exhaustion, their magical power depleted. They looked at the black divine water surrounding them, as dark as ink, exuding extreme coldness and heaviness, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

"What... what is this water? How can it be so powerful?" Gao Yougan asked, still shaken.

"I don't know, but if this volcano hadn't suddenly erupted and spewed out this divine water, disabling Old Man Taiyi's Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, we would be the ones dead today," Yang Sen said, panting heavily.

Li Xingba looked at the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover and the remains of the nine fire dragons, which had completely lost their spiritual essence, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "This is a good treasure. Even though it's ruined, the material is still there. If we take it back and refine it again, maybe..."

"Stop!" Wang Mo immediately stopped him. "This place is too strange. We're lucky to be alive! This volcano erupting is strange, and this divine water appearing is also strange. There must be a cause and effect we don't know about behind this! Let's go quickly, before anything else happens!"

Wang Mo was, after all, the leader of the four, and his mind was more meticulous. He always felt that everything had been arranged. Although Senior Brother Gongming had ordered them to ambush here, Senior Brother Gongming probably couldn't have predicted a volcanic eruption, right?

He didn't dare to think further and didn't bother to collect the spoils of war. He took the other three and, using their last bit of strength, fled the terrifying sea area in a sorry state.

Inside the Investiture of the Gods Space.

Shen Zhaochi watched expressionlessly as another True Spirit lit up on the list.

"True Lord Taiyi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Sect of Explanation. He has a fiery temper, is protective of his own, and dotes on his disciples. Unfortunately, he's not very smart, greedy, and impulsive. If you don't die, who will?"

He picked up the vermilion brush in his hand.

"Well, for the sake of your disciple Nezha, I'll give you a decent divine position."

The tip of the brush fell, and golden light flowed.

"True Lord Taiyi, Golden Immortal of the Sect of Explanation. Now, obeying the will of heaven, you are destined to ascend the list. You are hereby conferred the position of 'Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole,' in charge of all living beings and guiding them."

This divine position was considered quite prestigious in the Heavenly Court, much higher than the Star Lord positions of Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

"Third one, done."

Shen Zhaochi put down the brush and rubbed his wrist.

Having sent three Grand Unity Golden Immortals to the list consecutively, even he, who managed the Investiture of the Gods, felt a sense of mental fatigue.

However, looking at the three golden names on the list, the sense of accomplishment in his heart was unparalleled.

"Old Man Yuanshi must be furious right now, his three corpses leaping with rage! I wonder if he can still sit still."

Shen Zhaochi's gaze pierced through the endless void and once again fell upon Kunlun Mountain.

He eagerly anticipated the spectacular expression on Venerable Yuanshi's face when he discovered that his most impulsive and protective disciple had also followed suit.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

The atmosphere could no longer be described as dead silent.

It was a suffocating pressure mixed with despair, fear, and madness.

"Crack!"

The glazed jade lamp, representing True Lord Taiyi's life essence, shattered before everyone's eyes, following the fate of the first two senior brothers, turning into a pile of sparkling powder.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The remaining nine Golden Immortals, along with Daoist Randeng and Baihe Boy, stood frozen as if under a spell.

Their eyes were hollow, their minds had stopped functioning.

Another... one?

Senior Brother Guangchengzi was dead.

Senior Brother Chijingzi was dead.

And now, even Senior Brother Taiyi, who possessed many magical treasures and was decisive in battle, was dead?

How long had it been since they descended the mountain?

An hour? Or two?

They had set off full of high spirits, carrying the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover bestowed by their Master, vowing to flatten Nine Dragon Island and avenge their senior brothers.

And yet, they hadn't even reached the vicinity of Nine Dragon Island before they were gone?

What in the world happened?

What kind of dragon's den or tiger's lair was that East Sea? What kind of heretical cult was that Jiejiao?

A fear unlike any they had ever known, like the most bone-chilling wind, sprouted madly from the depths of each of their hearts, instantly engulfing their entire bodies.

They were afraid.

Truly afraid.

Before, they prided themselves on being disciples of a Saint, the orthodox lineage of the Mystic Gate, respected by all in the Primordial Era. They were supreme Golden Immortals, looking down upon the common folk.

But now, they felt like pigs and sheep penned by mortals, dragged out one by one by an unseen butcher to be slaughtered and bled.

Who would be next?

Would it be me?

Or him?

"Ugh... hngh..."

From the cloud bed came a guttural roar, like that of a beast with its throat constricted.

Venerable Yuanshi's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the new pile of fragments on the ground. His body trembled violently, not from anger, but from an emotion he himself dared not believe.

It was fear, confusion, and self-doubt.

Why?

Why did this happen?

He was a Saint! Born from the Nascent Soul of Pangu, the highest existence under the Heavenly Dao!

He had divined the Heavenly Secrets. According to the Investiture of the Gods, his disciples of the Sect of Explanation were destined to enjoy worldly riches, while the disciples of Jiejiao would be listed and serve the Heavenly Court.

But now?

His disciples were being sent to the Investiture of the Gods one after another!

And he, a dignified Saint, couldn't even calculate how his disciples had died!

Every time he performed a divination, the Heavenly Secrets were shrouded in chaos, as if an invisible wall blocked all truth from him.