Using the Demon Emperor's Tomb as a Sacrifice, Offered to the Eternal and Immortal God of Gods

"Nonsense!"

A majestic shout echoed from within Biyou Palace.

Immediately after, the figure of Sect Master Tongtian appeared at the entrance of Biyou Palace.

His expression was grim, his gaze sweeping over Sanxiao, who radiated killing intent, then over the agitated disciples, and finally landed on the handful of ashes in Yun Xiao's hand.

Even a Saint's dignity couldn't prevent a flicker in his eyes upon seeing the pile of powder.

Zhao Gongming was one of his most beloved outer disciples. He had good aptitude, was loyal, and devoted to him, his Master. Now, he had fallen into this calamity.

"Disciples pay respects to Master!"

All the Jiejiao disciples, including Sanxiao, quickly bowed in greeting.

"Didn't I tell you all? During the Calamity, you should all be on the island, quietly reciting the Yellow Court scriptures, staying in your caves, and not going out, lest you become entangled in karma and invite the wrath of death!" Sect Master Tongtian's voice carried a suppressed rage. "You three, are you defying my orders now?"

"Master!" Bi Xiao looked up, saying indignantly, "Big Brother was killed! Are we just supposed to sit here and do nothing? I can't swallow this!"

"Swallow it even if you can't!" Sect Master Tongtian snorted coldly. "It is the will of heaven. Gongming was destined to face this tribulation; he cannot blame others!"

As a Saint, he could calculate it with a mere flick of his finger. Although he couldn't pinpoint Shen Zhaochi as the variable, he could roughly deduce that Zhao Gongming's death involved a Saint from the Western Teachings.

How could they seek revenge against a Saint's actions? Sending them down the mountain would be nothing but a futile sacrifice!

"Master!" Yun Xiao also looked up, tears of blood streaking across her pale face, making her look exceptionally beautiful and tragic. "Disciples know Master means well for us. But the hatred for our brother's killer is irreconcilable! If we cannot avenge Big Brother, what is the point of our living? Our Dao hearts are clouded; we will never advance further in this life!"

"Today, even if we must defy your orders, we must go down the mountain!"

"Please grant our request, Master!"

With that, Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao all knelt down simultaneously and kowtowed three times heavily to Sect Master Tongtian.

Looking at the three female disciples kneeling on the ground with resolute expressions, Sect Master Tongtian's heart softened.

Wasn't he angry? His disciple had been killed, and he, as their Master, felt more heartbroken than anyone.

But he couldn't.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun had decreed that during the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods, Saints were not to act rashly. If he were to fall out with the Two Saints of the West over Zhao Gongming, it would only give Yuanshi of the Sect of Explanation a reason to mock them and plunge the entire Jiejiao into an even more passive situation.

He sighed deeply, his tone softening. "Foolish children, foolish children... Do you know that a Saint was involved in Gongming's death? Your going there is no different from seeking death?"

"A Saint?"

"A Saint was actually involved?"

The surrounding Jiejiao disciples erupted in an uproar again. They finally understood why even the mighty Zhao Gongming had perished.

"So what if it was a Saint?" Bi Xiao retorted stubbornly, her neck stiff. "He could kill my Big Brother, can't we kill his disciples? If he disregards his reputation and bullies the weak, does our Jiejiao have no Saints?"

Bi Xiao's words voiced the feelings of all the Jiejiao disciples.

That's right, our Jiejiao has Saints too! Why should we fear them!

A surge of excitement swept through the crowd.

"Please, Master, uphold justice for Senior Brother Gongming!"

"Please, Master, permit us to go down the mountain and avenge Senior Brother Gongming!"

Thousands of disciples knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Sect Master Tongtian looked at the scene before him, a headache blooming. He founded Jiejiao with the principle of accepting all disciples, regardless of their background, hoping to carve out a sliver of hope for all living beings. But precisely because of this, most of his disciples were passionate individuals, valuing loyalty and righteousness, but also impulsive and quick-tempered.

These were strengths in normal times, but fatal weaknesses during a Calamity.

He remained silent for a long time, finally waving his hand in resignation.

"Alas, alas..."

"If you wish to go, then go."

"But remember, you may only investigate the truth, not kill indiscriminately. If the situation becomes unmanageable, return to the island quickly; do not linger in battle."

In the end, he could not bear to completely go against his disciples' wishes.

"Thank you, Master!"

Sanxiao rejoiced upon hearing this, kowtowed again, then stood up and turned to leave, about to transform into streaks of light.

"Wait."

Sect Master Tongtian called out to them.

He flicked his finger, and three streaks of green light entered Sanxiao's foreheads respectively.

"These are three sword energies from your Master. They may save your lives in a moment of crisis."

Having done all this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and turned back into Biyou Palace, his retreating figure appearing somewhat desolate and lonely.

The palace gate closed heavily.

Yun Xiao and the other two bowed deeply once more towards Biyou Palace.

Then, their eyes turned cold and resolute again.

"Go!"

Three streaks of rainbow light shot up into the sky, carrying endless hatred and killing intent, leaving Golden Ao Island and speeding towards the depths of the East Sea, towards the sea where Zhao Gongming had met his end.

A greater storm was about to brew over the Primordial Era.

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