Duobao fell silent at those words.
He looked at his master, at that calm yet weary face.
An indescribable emotion surged within him.
Master.
For the Interception Sect.
For Xuandu Vice Sect Master.
For the Myriad Immortals.
You had staked your own life on the Investiture of the Gods List.
"Master..."
Duobao spoke, his voice hoarse.
Tongtian raised a hand, cutting him off.
"No need to say more."
"This Master has made his decision."
"Go inform Xuandu."
"The Investiture of the Gods List has been signed. All Six Sages are on the list."
"Tell him to guard the Five Emperors' return to their positions without concern."
"Guard those three Humanity Sage Fruit Positions."
"This Master will handle everything else."
Duobao nodded heavily.
"This disciple obeys."
He rose, turned, and strode out of Biyou Palace.
Transforming into a streak of golden light, he raced toward Chen Capital.
Tongtian stood alone before the cloud couch, watching that departing figure.
His gaze was as deep as an abyss.
"Xuandu."
He spoke softly:
"This Master has done all that can be done."
"The rest depends on you."
His voice faded into nothingness.
Within Biyou Palace, purple mist continued to swirl.
That Green Clad Figure stood alone before the cloud couch.
He remained motionless for a long while.
Above Chen Capital.
Space rippled faintly.
A green-clad figure slowly materialized.
Xuandu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through space toward Golden Ao Island.
Toward that streak of golden light racing out from Biyou Palace.
Duobao.
He had come to deliver a message.
A faint smile slowly appeared on Xuandu's lips.
The smile was slight, yet it carried an understanding that saw through all things.
The Investiture of the Gods List had been signed.
All Six Sages were on the list.
His master