"Pangu's blood essence?"
"How interesting!"
Ye Changqing couldn't help laughing aloud.
This was practically a reward every transmigrator in the Primordial World got with their system.
The Pangu blood essence everyone had received, added together, could fill the entire Netherworld Blood Sea.
Pangu's blood essence was certainly a treasure, but Ye Changqing had no use for it anymore.
He might as well give it all to Empress Pingxin as a favor, making her even more steadfast in her alliance with the Interception Sect.
When eleven drops of crimson liquid appeared before her, she began to tremble all over.
The feeling of blood ties made it seem as if she had returned to the days when she was still Houtu Ancestral Witch.
The Twelve Ancestral Shamans had been born in Pangu Hall, formed from the blood essence of Great God Pangu.
"I can never thank you enough!"
Empress Pingxin carefully collected the eleven drops of Pangu blood essence as she spoke.
Perhaps these eleven drops of Pangu blood essence could help the Witch Race rise to greatness once more.
This immense kindness was something she could never repay. All she could do was devote herself fully to carrying out Ye Changqing's final wish.
At Huoyun Palace, the Human Race Holy Land in the Primordial World.
Empress Nuwa came to pay a visit to her elder brother, Fuxi, one of the Three Human Emperors.
The Human Dao resided in Huoyun Palace, where the Three Human Emperors were responsible for keeping it in check.
The moment Empress Nuwa stepped into Huoyun Palace, she felt that the Human Dao had grown closer to her.
She felt a stirring within her, coming from the pouch Ye Changqing had given her.
When she opened it, three strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi suddenly flew out. Startled, she hurriedly caught them.
Although the Hongmeng Bead had degraded into the Chaos Bead, some Hongmeng Purple Qi had remained.
This was Ye Changqing's gift to the Three Human Emperors!
The strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi that Ancestor Hong Yun had lost in the past had become part of the Human Race's fortune, splitting into three and entering the Primordial Spirits of the Three Human Emperors.
Only together could the three of them barely reach the level of a Saint, and they could never leave Huoyun Palace.
If they did, the Human Dao would run amok, bringing a tremendous disaster upon the Human Race.
Besides the three strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, a golden seal was giving off strange pulses.
It seemed to be resonating with the Human Dao!
Empress Nuwa was startled. A daring guess occurred to her.
This was the Human Dao Golden Seal, the supreme treasure that would allow her to merge with the Human Dao.
So Ye Changqing had foreseen this day long ago.
It seemed she owed him an immense karmic debt.
Under the Heavenly Dao, there were meant to be nine Saints. Then the Earthly Dao and Human Dao should each have nine Saints as well.
She drew a sharp breath. Ye Changqing had grand ambitions—was he trying to mass-produce Saints?
If the Primordial World gained eighteen more Saints, it would be beyond Old Ancestor Hongjun's control.
Ye Changqing really was a terrifying man!
In Azure Palace.
Sect Master Tongtian sat high above, addressing the myriad immortals in the hall. "Tens of thousands of years have passed since the Witch-Demon Tribulation. Now another tribulation is approaching, and it will fall upon you."
The hall erupted in an uproar. They had long known this day would come, but they hadn't expected it so soon.
The Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, Witch, and Demon races had once been so powerful, yet all had faded away beneath the tribulations.
Thinking of this, the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect felt their lives were in danger.
Daoist Duobao bowed low and said, "Master, please show mercy and grant us a way to avoid the tribulation!"
"Master, please show mercy!" The myriad immortals in the hall also bowed and pleaded.
"Shut your cave doors and recite a few volumes of the Yellow Court; head west and find your names on the Investiture of the Gods."
As soon as Sect Master Tongtian finished speaking, his words turned into a verse and appeared on the gates of Azure Palace.
"What? You signed the Investiture of the Gods?"
"How many times have I told you? You can't sign it, you can't!"
A sudden voice rang out in the hall, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Sect Master Tongtian's breath caught, and he felt a headache coming on. Why had Ye Changqing returned at a time like this?
Sect Master Tongtian calmly replied, "Our senior brothers Primordial and Laozi signed it too."
"This was also Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decision."
"He would only let me oversee the Investiture of the Gods and allow you to enter it if I agreed..."
Sect Master Tongtian's expression was desolate. He had no other choice.
"This is the will of the Heavenly Dao."
"Do you think we can defy it?"
Ye Changqing's words caught in his throat. Just as his master had said, those people would never spare the Interception Sect.
"Senior Disciple Brother, you've done so much for the Interception Sect. It's time we did something for you."
Daoist Duobao bowed deeply to Ye Changqing as he spoke.
"We're willing to seize a sliver of life for Senior Disciple Brother!"
The voices of the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect rang out in unison throughout Azure Palace.
"You all..."
"How foolish!"
Ye Changqing sighed, but his heart was warm.
He had never imagined that, after being on guard for so long, he would be the one to drag them into this.
For living beings in the Primordial World, several years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect gathered on Golden Ao Island. Sorrow was written on every face.
Their Senior Disciple Brother, Ye Changqing, was about to die!
San Xiao, Holy Mother Wudang, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Saint Huoling, Golden Light Holy Mother, Holy Mother Guiling, and the other female immortals wore plain clothes as they gathered around Ye Changqing.
Their eyes brimmed with tears, and their gazes were full of reluctance.
"Don't grieve for me!"
"Perhaps we'll meet again someday..."
With his life nearly spent, Ye Changqing comforted them in his final moments.
But how could they not be heartbroken, when they had each secretly given their hearts to him?
Behind them, some of the Interception Sect Disciples had already begun to sob.
Heavy clouds of sorrow hung over Golden Ao Island, and thunder boomed as if tolling his funeral bells.
Sect Master Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. Why hadn't Dao Ancestor Hongjun arrived yet?
If he didn't come soon, Ye Changqing truly wouldn't be able to hold on!
Sect Master Tongtian suddenly sensed something. An old man had silently appeared amid the crowd around Ye Changqing.
It was Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
Old Ancestor Hongjun looked at Ye Changqing with an inscrutable smile, unsure whether he should feel happy or sad.
He grabbed Ye Changqing's arm and hauled him upright.
A powerful aura burst from him, instantly sending everyone nearby flying.
Only then did the Interception Sect Disciples notice his presence.
They all looked at him with hopeful eyes. He was the representative of the Heavenly Dao—perhaps he could give their Senior Disciple Brother a chance at survival.
They wouldn't hesitate, even if it meant sacrificing every one of them!
Above Old Ancestor Hongjun, within the dense black clouds, a huge purple eye watched everything.
It could not tolerate an existence like Ye Changqing. If anything went wrong, it would kill him with its own hands.
The Investiture of the Gods slowly unfurled above Ye Changqing. Its aura filled every Interception Sect Disciple with fear.
After all, their names were recorded on it, and it controlled their fates.
As Ye Changqing slowly closed his eyes, the life force in his body completely faded.
The last fragment of his True Spirit flew out of his sea of consciousness and rose to the Investiture of the Gods.
A name suddenly appeared in a blank space on the Investiture of the Gods.
Ye Changqing!
But something looked wrong. A black line cut through the three characters, erasing them from the Investiture of the Gods.
The last fragment of Ye Changqing's True Spirit vanished in an instant!
He was truly dead!
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