Perhaps they truly could suppress the Chan Teachings and Human Teachings in the Investiture of the Gods and emerge as the final victors.
He pondered this to himself.
The Jie Teachings' foundation was beyond question.
Peerless grand formations emerged one after another.
With the Four Swords of Zhu Xian in Tongtian's grasp, he could stand against Taishang and Yuanshi once the formation was laid.
No matter the outcome of this battle, its conclusion would surely overturn Lu Tian's original understanding.
Only one point of destiny could not be changed—
In the end, one side would have to fill the Investiture of the Gods...
Perhaps it would be the Shepherd God List.
Lu Tian did not dwell on it further.
Before the great war began, his Evil Corpse was stationed in the west, and the three great sect leaders had gathered there. It was as impregnable as a fortress.
Even if they remained still, Jieyin and Zhunti alone could seize immense benefits.
Lu Tian felt that continuing his travels through the east was the best course.
His most urgent task now was to sever his Good Corpse.
Having a master to shelter him was wonderful. No matter how great the calamity, his master would bear the burden.
The corners of Lu Tian's mouth lifted slightly.
It was not as if the heavens of the primordial world had never collapsed before. Had they not been propped back up all the same?
He did not remain among the human race for long and continued traveling through the primordial world along his planned route.
Time flew, and several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Before he knew it, it was already the twenty-ninth year of Di Yi's reign.
On this day.
Within Wa Huang Palace, Saint Nuwa gazed down at the lower