Tongtian raised his eyes and looked toward the Purple Heaven Palace.
Above the Nine Heavens, purple qi swirled as the Purple Heaven Palace hung within Chaos.
Xuandu's words from earlier churned through his mind.
The Taiji Diagram, Pangu Banner, and Chaos Bell had all originated from the Pangu Axe and should have belonged to the Three Pure Ones.
Yet Hongjun had taken the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, intending to bestow them upon Laozi and Yuanshi during his lectures.
The Chaos Bell, however, had become Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Companion Spiritual Treasure.
Why?
Because the Heavenly Dao wanted the demon race to rise, wanted the Witch-Demon Conflict, wanted tribulation to descend.
Then what about the Next Kalpa?
The Witch-Demon Conflict had ended, the Great Wilderness's structure had been reshaped, and the Interception Sect stood alone in dominance.
Would the Heavenly Dao spare the Interception Sect?
Tongtian's gaze gradually darkened.
If the Heavenly Dao truly intended to purge them, would the Interception Sect not be the first to bear the brunt?
The more Tongtian thought about it, the darker his expression became.
He looked toward the golden vortex of fortune deep within Golden Ao Island, toward the Chaos Bell suspended at its center.
The Chaos Bell had entered the Interception Sect and suppressed its fortune.
But could suppressing fortune allow them to evade tribulation?
Yuanshi possessed the Pangu Banner, and the Chan Sect's fortune was secure.
Jieyin Zhunti possessed the Merit Golden Lotus, and the Western Sect's fortune endured.
But if the Investiture of the Gods was predetermined, could they truly remain unharmed?
If the Heavenly Dao wished to purge them, no one could escape.
The only difference was who would answer the tribulation more and who would answer it less.
Tongtian slowly closed his eyes.
He recalled Xuandu's words from earlier.