Outside Purple Sky Palace, in the depths of chaos.
The six Saints stared at one another, the atmosphere unbearably awkward.
Their teacher's decree had been ruthless.
He had confined every one of them without exception.
That meant that during the upcoming Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods, they, as masters, could only watch their disciples and grand-disciples fight and die below, unable to do anything.
"Hmph!"
Venerable Yuanshi snorted, the first to break the silence.
He glared viciously at Sect Master Tongtian and Nuwa. Without saying a word, he turned into a streak of light and returned to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.
He was furious, and everyone rubbed him the wrong way.
Especially Tongtian!
If it weren't for those miscreants from your Interception Sect, would my Sect of Explanation have suffered such a calamity? Would I, Venerable Yuanshi, have lost so much face?
I'll remember this!
Once the Investiture of the Gods is over, we'll settle the score!
Watching Yuanshi's retreating figure, Sect Master Tongtian was just as incensed.
"Yuanshi! You've got the nerve to glare at me?" he shouted toward the direction Yuanshi had vanished. "You can't teach your disciples properly, and they're useless. Who else is there to blame? If you're inferior, you deserve to go on the list! Serves you right!"
Even after cursing him out, Tongtian still wasn't satisfied.
Though his Interception Sect seemed to have come out ahead this time—the Three Sisters of Sanxiao had escaped, while the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Sect of Explanation had been crippled—he had also been confined by their teacher.
If Interception Sect disciples ran into danger out in the world from now on, he, as their master, truly wouldn't be able to help them.
The more Tongtian thought about it, the more aggrieved he