Yun Xiao Ascends to Vice-Sect Leader, Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal's Soul is Annihilated

Suddenly, he stopped, a hint of confusion appearing on his pained face.

He looked up towards the east and began to calculate with his fingers.

"Hmm? Junior Brother Yuanshi and Senior Brother Taishang are actually fighting in the Eastern Lands?"

"Interesting, very interesting."

Beside him, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was the Zhunti Daoist, who had been chasing Randeng all over the world but could never catch him.

He looked dejected and annoyed.

"Senior Brother, that old thief Randeng is as slippery as an eel! I've been chasing him for so long, I haven't even caught a single hair on him!" Zhunti said indignantly.

"Junior Brother, please calm yourself," Jieyin Daoist said slowly. "Randeng's matter is not urgent for now. Now that there's a change in the Eastern Lands, perhaps it's an opportunity for our Western lands to prosper."

"Oh? What opportunity?" Zhunti's eyes lit up.

Jieyin Daoist briefly recounted the fight between Venerable Yuanshi and Grand Supreme Elder Laozi.

After listening, Zhunti's lewd face immediately showed a scheming smile.

"Heh heh, Senior Brother, I understand!"

"Yuanshi and Taishang are fighting amongst themselves, and Tongtian is confined. Doesn't this mean that the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, the Sanxiao Yao girls within it, and those twelve good-for-nothings from the Heavenly Origin Sect have all become unattended treats?"

"Especially!" Zhunti's eyes flashed with greed. "The Primordial Golden Dou in Sanxiao's hands is a top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasure! And the magical treasures of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect... If we could 'guide' all of these to our West..."

"Good," Jieyin Daoist nodded, a look of "compassion for the world" on his face.

"The Sanxiao Immortals are entangled in karma and are fated to be with my Buddha. The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect have had their cultivation destroyed, making it the perfect time for them to see through the mortal world and convert to my Buddha."

"Junior Brother, when you go, you must act with compassion and 'invite' these fated individuals back to my Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and use the water from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to wash away their sins and impurities."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother! I am the most compassionate!"

Zhunti chuckled and accepted the decree.

He no longer cared about Randeng. His body flickered, and he transformed into a golden light, silently sneaking towards the direction of Xi Qi in the Eastern Lands.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Yuanshi and Taishang were the mantises fighting.

Sanxiao and the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect were the unfortunate cicadas.

And he, Zhunti, was the oriole waiting to reap the rewards!

However, they were all unaware.

Behind this oriole, a more cunning hunter was hidden.

Wa Huang Palace.

Goddess Nuwa was idly teasing a nine-colored phoenix bird.

Suddenly, she sensed something and looked up into the void.

"Hmm?"

In the void before her, a golden edict appeared out of nowhere.

The edict had no magical power fluctuations, yet it contained a sacred aura of supreme authority, wielding the Heavenly Dao authority.

Goddess Nuwa's expression instantly turned solemn.

She recognized this aura.

The Investiture of the Gods!

This was a message from the master of the Investiture of the Gods!

She extended her jade finger and gently tapped.

The edict transformed into a golden light and entered her brow.

A piece of information instantly appeared in her mind.

The content of the information was very simple.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, do you wish to revive the Yao Race?"

"If you are willing, please go to Xi Qi and help the Sanxiao of the Intercepting Sect to stop Taishang."

"After the matter is settled, on the Investiture of the Gods, the 365 positions of proper gods, the Yao Race can occupy three!"

"The Yao Race can enter the Heavenly Court, enjoy incense offerings for eternity, and re-establish the Heavenly Court of the Yao Race, which is not impossible!"

This information exploded in Goddess Nuwa's mind like thunder.

For the first time, her Saintly eyes, which were usually as calm as an ancient well, revealed expressions of "shock" and "ecstasy."

Revive the Yao Race!

Enter the Heavenly Court of the Gods!

This... this was something she had never even dared to dream of!

Since the battle between the Wu and Yao races, the Yao Race's fortune had declined, and she, a Saint of the Yao Race, had become an empty shell. She could only watch helplessly as her kin were used as mounts or materials for refining treasures.

This was an eternal pain in her heart.

Did she not wish to revitalize the Yao Race?

But with the grand trend of the Heavenly Dao, and the Mystic Gate destined to rise, what could she do?

And now, this mysterious master of the Investiture of the Gods had given her a heaven-shattering promise!

A promise enough to change the fate of the entire Yao Race!

The Investiture of the Gods was a supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao, holding the authority of Godhood. To have one's name inscribed on the list meant achieving a divine position, becoming immortal and enjoying the worship of incense.

If the Yao Race could occupy thirty percent of the divine positions, what would that mean?

It would mean the Yao Race, in another form, would once again stand on the stage of the Primordial Era!

They could even use the power of Godhood to escape the constraints of the Heavenly Dao and recreate the glory of the ancient Yao Race's Heavenly Court!

This temptation was too great!

So great that even she, a Saint... could not refuse!

"Who... exactly is he?"

Nuwa's heart was churned by a tempestuous storm.

To be able to wield the Investiture of the Gods and make such a promise, this person's identity and ambitions were simply beyond her imagination.

But, that was no longer important.

What was important was that this was an opportunity!

A once-in-a-lifetime, perhaps even the only opportunity!

"Stop Taishang..."

Nuwa's gaze turned towards Xi Qi.

Her eyes gradually became resolute.

"Fortune favors the bold!"

"For the future of the Yao Race, I, this Palace, will take this gamble!"

She slowly stood up, and the long-sealed artifact, the Mountain River Society Map, slowly flew out from her sleeve.

"Jin Ning, prepare the carriage."

"This Palace is going to the Eastern Land to meet some old friends."