Since the Heavenly Dao is Unjust, Please Take a Step Ahead, Fellow Daoists of the Western Teachings

The moment Daoist Jieyin finished speaking, Daoist Zhunti's face, which had been full of ill fortune, instantly bloomed like a flower, his eyes gleaming with calculating light.

"Senior Brother, I understand! I completely understand!" Zhunti slapped his thigh, his voice rising by an octave. "This is simply a heaven-sent opportunity!"

He paced back and forth a few steps, growing more excited the more he thought about it, the wrinkles on his face creasing into a smile like a chrysanthemum.

"Think about it, Senior Brother! Yuanshi, that old stubborn fool, cares most about his reputation. Now that all twelve of his precious disciples have been captured in one fell swoop and their cultivation stripped away, he's lost more face than the heavens themselves! Can he let this go? Of course not!"

"As for Taishang, that old fellow, he's come out to smooth things over, talking about the camaraderie of the Three Pure Ones and holding Yuanshi back. Now, with the two of them fighting inside, neither can pay attention to the outside."

Zhunti rubbed his hands together, nearly drooling. "What's in the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation? There are three Yao women with profound cultivation but not much wit! There are twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect who've been reduced to mortals, unable to even lift a chicken! And! And a pile of shining Innate Spiritual Treasures! The Primordial Golden Dou! The Sky-Turning Seal! The Yin Yang Mirror! The Immortal Slaying Sword!"

His eyes brightened with each treasure he named.

"These things are practically lying on the ground, unwanted, aren't they? Yuanshi and Taishang are fighting inside, and Tongtian can't come out. Isn't this just waiting for me to 'pick them up'? Oh no, to 'enlighten' them! They have a connection with my Western Teachings!"

Daoist Jieyin looked at his junior brother's greed-stricken expression, and a rare smile appeared on his usually suffering face. He knew that although his junior brother seemed unreliable, he was unmatched in the Primordial Era when it came to such matters.

"Good," Daoist Jieyin nodded, his voice carrying a hint of compassion. "Those three sisters, Sanxiao, though their actions were ruthless, were seeking revenge for their elder brother. They are entangled in karmic sin, making them perfect targets for Buddhist enlightenment. Enlightening them will absolve them of their sins, a great merit."

"And those twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect, having fallen from grace from the clouds to the mortal world, their Dao hearts shattered, this is the best time for them to see through the mundane world, understand their true nature, and convert to my Buddha. If they can join my Western Teachings and have their golden bodies remade, their future achievements may not be inferior to those of the Mystic Gate."

"Junior Brother," Daoist Jieyin's voice became more solemn. "When you go, you must remember to act with compassion. The teachings of my Western Teachings are to universally save all sentient beings. You must use your compassion to influence them, to 'invite' these fated individuals back to my Western Paradise, and use the waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to wash away their sins and worldly attachments."

"Senior Brother, you can rest assured!" Zhunti chuckled, patting his chest and guaranteeing, "Your junior brother here is the most compassionate! I guarantee I'll 'invite' them all back, not one missing, not one harmed! I won't even hurt a single hair on their heads!"

As for those treasures, they were naturally "fated items" and should be kept by him, a Saint who acted with compassion, lest they fall into the wrong hands and be tarnished.

Having received Jieyin's decree, Zhunti could no longer contain himself. His mind was filled with the Primordial Golden Dou and the Sky-Turning Seal beckoning him. As for Daoist Randeng, who was as slippery as an eel, he had long been forgotten.

"Senior Brother, I'm off!"

Before his words even fell, Daoist Zhunti's figure flickered, transforming into an almost imperceptible golden light that tore through the void, silently sneaking towards Xi Qi in the Eastern Land.

In his view, this was a perfect setup.

Yuanshi and Taishang were the praying mantises fighting to the death.

Sanxiao and the twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect were the pitiful cicadas waiting to be eaten.

And he, Zhunti, was the calculating oriole, planning to swoop in at the last moment to reap all the rewards!

However, none of them knew.

Behind this self-righteous oriole lurked a more cunning and ancient hunter.

Beyond the thirty-third heaven, in Wa Huang Palace.

Deep within the palace, on a cloud bed, Empress Nuwa was idly toying with a magnificent nine-colored phoenix. Her expression was indifferent, as if all the disputes in the world had nothing to do with her.

Since the war between the Wu and Yao tribes, and the decline of the Yao Race, she, a Saint of the Yao Race, had lived a life of seclusion.

Watching her kin, once the protagonists of heaven and earth, now reduced to being mounts for others, or having their tendons and skin stripped to be used as materials for refining magical treasures, she felt heartache.

But what could she do?

The general trend of the Heavenly Dao was for the Mystic Gate to rise and humanity to be established. This was a predetermined fate.

Though she was a Saint, she was powerless to change it. The feeling of helplessness, of watching her kin suffer while being unable to do anything, was like a thorn deeply embedded in her Dao heart, unyielding for countless eons.

Suddenly, her fingers, which were toying with the phoenix, stopped in mid-air.

Her saintly eyes, as calm as an ancient well, reflecting the stars of all heavens, flickered slightly as she looked towards the void before her.

"Hmm?"

The air before her rippled like water. A golden token appeared silently out of thin air.

This token was peculiar. It had no trace of magical power fluctuations, not even the most basic Dao runes. Yet, it simply floated there, exuding a supreme, sacred aura, as if it could wield the authority of the Heavenly Dao and command all the gods.

Empress Nuwa's expression changed instantly.

For the first time, a look of "solemnity" appeared on her exquisitely beautiful and cold face.

Because she recognized this aura.

This was... the aura of the Investiture of the Gods!

The supreme divine weapon, bestowed by Teacher Hongjun with his own hands before he merged with the Dao, used to establish the Godhood and solidify the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods!

Shouldn't this item be with Venerable Yuanshi? Why had it transformed into a token and appeared alone in her Wa Huang Palace?

Moreover, the aura emanating from this token seemed purer, more fundamental, and more... supreme than the one she remembered Venerable Yuanshi possessing!

It was as if this was the message from the true master of the Investiture of the Gods!

A storm of waves surged in Empress Nuwa's heart, but her outward appearance remained unchanged. She extended her delicate fingers and gently tapped the golden token.

There was no earth-shattering sound, nor any dazzling brilliance.

The moment the token touched her fingertip, it transformed into a soft golden light and silently merged into her brow.

Immediately after, a piece of information, like a divine decree from the Heavenly Dao, resounded directly in the depths of her Primordial Spirit.

The content of the information was very simple, yet it held infinite magic.

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

A simple sentence, yet it struck Empress Nuwa's mind like a primordial divine thunderclap!

Rebuild the Yao Race!

These four words were her obsession for billions of years, the deepest pain in her heart!

For the first time, her Saint eyes, accustomed to observing the rise and fall of civilizations and the birth and death of all things, could not help but reveal expressions of "shock" and "ecstasy."

She almost thought she was hallucinating.

But the incredibly clear message from the depths of her Primordial Spirit, imbued with the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, told her that all of this was real.

She forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart and continued to read the message.

"If you are willing, please go to Xi Qi and assist Sanxiao of the Intercepting Sect in stopping Taishang."

"Upon success, on the Investiture of the Gods, the 365 proper gods will have three spots for the Yao Race!"

"The Yao Race may enter the Heavenly Court, enjoy offerings for eternity, and re-establish the Yao Race's Heavenly Court, which is not impossible!"