Ye Changqing's Last Chance

In the Purple Heaven Palace amidst Chaos, the Saints gathered once more.

Sect Master Tongtian frowned, looking at the smiling faces of the other Saints.

Ye Changqing had long warned him not to sign the Investiture of the Gods; it was the beginning of Jie Cult's demise.

With a flash of purple light, Old Ancestor Hongjun's figure appeared out of thin air before them.

"Greetings, Teacher!"

All the Saints quickly bowed.

Old Ancestor Hongjun glanced at Sect Master Tongtian with a complex expression before returning to his impassive demeanor.

"Tongtian, how is Ye Changqing's injury?"

He suddenly asked.

Sect Master Tongtian's eyes narrowed. The Heavenly Dao had always considered Ye Changqing a thorn in its side, so this unusual behavior must mean something.

He could only answer with a strained voice, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher. He's much better lately."

A strange bitterness welled up inside him, hating how useless he was as a master.

He had tried every method, yet he still couldn't heal Ye Changqing, not even to grant him a longer mortal lifespan.

"It's not difficult for Ye Changqing to live, but it depends on whether you are willing..."

Old Ancestor Hongjun spoke inscrutably.

This sentence brought immense hope to Sect Master Tongtian.

"Teacher, do you have a way?"

A golden light flew from above Old Ancestor Hongjun's head and slowly unfurled in mid-air, displaying three large characters: Investiture of the Gods.

"This is a Heavenly Book nurtured by the Heavenly Dao."

"As long as a trace of your True Spirit is left within, you can be enfeoffed in the Heavenly Court in the future!"

"You must think carefully, this is also Ye Changqing's last chance..."

Old Ancestor Hongjun's words were clear enough: as long as Sect Master Tongtian was willing to sign the Investiture of the Gods, Ye Changqing would be enfeoffed in the Heavenly Court.

Although he would be subject to many restrictions afterward, at the very least, he could live.

It was tens of thousands of times better than his True Spirit being annihilated by the Great Dao backlash.

However, Ye Changqing had repeatedly instructed Sect Master Tongtian not to sign the Investiture of the Gods.

On one side was his beloved senior disciple, and on the other was the entire Jie Cult. He found it difficult to choose.

But the Myriad Immortals of Jie Cult were united and would certainly not stand by and watch Ye Changqing die.

"Good!"

"I'll sign!"

Sect Master Tongtian said with gritted teeth after much deliberation.

He wanted to seize a sliver of life for his disciple, even if it meant sacrificing the entire Jie Cult.

If Jie Cult were truly in peril, he would drag everyone present down with him, just like the Ancestral Witch Gonggong back then.

The murderous intent in Sect Master Tongtian's eyes flashed for a moment but was still noticed by everyone.

They didn't care; as long as he was willing to sign the Investiture of the Gods, that was all that mattered.

After watching him sign the Investiture of the Gods, Laozi, Venerable Primordial, and the Two Sages of the West revealed sinister smiles.

"Teacher, when will Changqing be listed?"

Sect Master Tongtian looked up at Old Ancestor Hongjun and asked.

Old Ancestor Hongjun expressionlessly put away the Investiture of the Gods and said, "The Great Dao backlash on him is still very strong. Before he dies, I will visit Golden Ao Island."

After saying this, he fell silent, and the other Saints also wisely left the Purple Heaven Palace.

Sect Master Tongtian looked at the Azure Palace behind him, his brow furrowed. He hoped Old Ancestor Hongjun was telling the truth.

However, his words represented the Heavenly Dao, so it likely wouldn't go back on its word.

He finally left the Chaos with peace of mind, a sliver of hope finally in his heart.

In the Primordial World, a vast procession had already left the Taiyin Star.

However, there was one more person in the group: her name was Chang'e.

Her husband, Hou Yi, had died long ago in the Witch-Demon War, and her clansmen were all gone.

Even the place they lived in had been destroyed in the Chaos.

Hearing that Ye Changqing and his companions were traveling throughout the Great Desolation, she decided to join them.

To repay his kindness, she decided to accompany him on his final journey.

At this moment, Ye Changqing was unaware that Sect Master Tongtian had secretly signed the Investiture of the Gods to save him.

But he keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere, the malevolent aura of tribulation pervading heaven and earth.

The heavenly secrets were shrouded in Chaos, and when he looked back at the Jie Cult disciples behind him, their figures blurred for a moment.

Ye Changqing frowned, a bad premonition rising within him.

"What's wrong, Senior Disciple Brother?"

Yunxiao, with her keenest senses, immediately noticed the change in his expression.

But Ye Changqing couldn't pinpoint what felt wrong, so he just shook his head.

Kunlun Mountain, with its layered peaks and extraordinary aura, radiated multicolored light and imposing spiritual energy.

After Buzhou Mountain collapsed, it had become the undisputed foremost immortal mountain in the Primordial World.

This was the third location Ye Changqing intended to visit.

Before the Three Pure Ones parted ways, he had lived in the Daoist dojo on Kunlun Mountain for countless years.

Every corner of Kunlun Mountain bore the traces of his presence.

They say people yearn for home before they die, and this place held too many of his memories.

Caw!

A crane's cry echoed across Kunlun Mountain, and a white crane circled in the sky.

"Who dares trespass on my Kunlun Mountain?"

The white crane transformed into the appearance of a young boy, shouting at the people below the mountain.

The White Crane Boy was a close attendant of Venerable Primordial and a disciple of Immortal Weng of the South Pole of the Chan Sect.

As the saying goes, a dog borrows authority from its master; having been by Venerable Primordial's side for so long, he naturally exhibited similar traits.

Although he was also born from eggs, he was favored by Venerable Primordial.

During the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, he had used Venerable Primordial's Three Treasures Jade Ruyi multiple times to kill disciples of the Jie Cult.

It could be said that his hands were stained with the blood of Jie Cult disciples.

"Scoundrel, you don't even recognize me?"

Ye Changqing cursed at him angrily, showing no pleasantries.

Let alone him, even if Immortal Weng of the South Pole himself came, what of it?

If he dared to show disrespect to me, he would never return!

"Slap him!"

Ye Changqing didn't give him a chance to argue, instructing Daoist Duobao beside him.

The White Crane Boy certainly recognized Ye Changqing, but seeing him arrive with so many people, he was merely putting on a show of strength.

"You dare!"

"You have already committed a capital offense by trespassing on a Saint's Daoist dojo. Do not stir up further trouble and add to your sins..."

He cried out in alarm, threatening again.

But Daoist Duobao paid him no mind, instantly appearing before him and preparing to slap him.

"Formation, rise!"

The White Crane Boy dared not engage directly and quickly activated Kunlun Mountain's defensive formation, blocking Daoist Duobao just inches away.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent a telepathic message to his master.

"This is bad, Ye Changqing has gone mad!"

"He's leading the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult to attack the Jade Void Palace..."

Venerable Primordial was not in the Primordial World, so he could only notify the Chan Sect's senior disciple, Immortal Weng of the South Pole.

BOOM!

A deafening sound erupted from Kunlun Mountain, shocking all living beings within tens of thousands of miles.

They were very curious as to what kind of person dared to challenge the majesty of a Saint.

When they saw the dense multitude of the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult in the sky, they immediately suppressed their curiosity.

Never mind!

From within the formation, the White Crane Boy made a face at Ye Changqing. As long as he could hold on for a moment, reinforcements would arrive.

This formation was personally set up by their Saint Grand-Master, how could this rabble possibly break it?

Slap!

A slap landed on his face with a resounding crack.

The White Crane Boy was sent flying by the blow, crashing into the ground and leaving a deep crater.

"How is this possible..."