Crossing the Primordial World, Eldest Disciple Xuan Chuan

Bang!

His heart felt as though an invisible, giant hand had tightly clenched it, then abruptly stopped beating.

Lin Feng's vision went black, and the last things he saw were the densely packed lines of code on his computer screen that seemed as though they could never be processed. His consciousness fell like a kite with a broken string, plunging into boundless darkness.

Pain!

Swelling!

It felt as though countless red-hot iron needles had stabbed into his mind, or as though the information of an entire universe had been forcefully crammed into it.

Lin Feng abruptly "opened" his eyes, only to discover that he was not lying in front of his cold office desk, but instead inside an ancient immortal cavern wreathed in clouds and mist, overflowing with immortal Qi.

Beneath him was a cold green-jade meditation mat, and the surrounding walls were carved with abstruse, indescribable runes.

The air was permeated with a pristine fragrance he had never breathed before, and with every inhalation, he felt his entire body's cells cheering and leaping with joy.

At the same time, a massive flood of memory fragments rushed wildly into his consciousness like a breached dike.

The Primordial World!

A Saint's orthodox tradition!

Jiejiao!

Master Tongtian!

The chief personal disciple—Xuan Chuan!

He, Lin Feng, a modern corporate slave from the twenty-first century, had actually... transmigrated?!

And he had transmigrated into the Primordial novels as the eldest senior brother of Jiejiao—that tragic sect which was almost completely wiped out during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?!

That legendary Jiejiao where ten thousand immortals came to pay court, yet which was also entangled in karma and saddled with the heaviest Karmic Force, ultimately being beaten to pieces, either sent to the Investiture of the Gods List, converted by the Western teachings, or even having their very souls scattered?!

I... I've become Xuan Chuan?

He lowered his head to look at his own slender and powerful hands, feeling the turbulent, surging power within his body that far exceeded his imagination, and a sense of absolute absurdity welled up from deep within him.

According to the fused memories, this was the critical period when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had finished his third lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace, the six Saints had assumed their positions, the Witch-Demon War had drawn to a close, the Human Race was rising, but the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation had not yet officially begun.

The original owner of this body of his was none other than that exalted "chief senior disciple" under Master Tongtian's seat who had been almost forgotten by many newly initiated disciples due to his year-round seclusion and cold demeanor—Xuan Chuan!

His cultivation realm was... Peak Golden Immortal!

In the Primordial World, immortal ranks from lowest to highest were divided into: Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (Primordial Golden Immortal), and Saint (Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal).

A Peak Golden Immortal was already a regional expert in the current Primordial World, sufficient to found a sect.

Yet Xuan Chuan (Lin Feng) did not have a trace of joy on his face.

For he could clearly sense that his body seemed to be bound by countless invisible black shackles tainted with filth and ominous auras!

This was not merely his own sensation, but a perception stemming from the depths of his soul, linked directly to the fortune of the entire Jiejiao!

In his "eyes," the entire Golden Turtle Island, and even the formless fortune of Jiejiao, were shrouded in a thick, unyielding scarlet Karmic Force!

That was the monstrous sin accumulated by countless Jiejiao disciples who, relying on being under a Saint's sect, acted with unbridled lawlessness, entangled themselves in karma, and slaughtered living beings!

Like tarsal maggots, these bound every Jiejiao member, and like a constantly leaking broken ship, they consumed Jiejiao's already unsteady fortune.

"It's over... It's all over..." Xuan Chuan (Lin Feng) muttered to himself, his face turning pale.

Knowing the Investiture of the Gods inside out, he understood all too well what this meant.

The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation appeared on the surface to select orthodox gods for the Heavenly Court, but in reality, it was a massive cleansing by the Heavenly Dao to settle karma and eradicate Karmic Force!

And Jiejiao, weighed down by Karmic Force and harboring disciples of mixed quality, was quite simply the best target prepared by the Heavenly Dao!

Primordial Heavenly Venerable's Chanjiao practiced elite education with few disciples and little karma;

the Western Religion was far away in the West, barren and desolate, desperately trying every means to reap benefits in the East; Supreme Elder Laozi's Renjiao was basically just for show...

Only Jiejiao practiced education without discrimination, with ten thousand immortals coming to court; it looked infinitely glorious on the surface, but in truth, it had long since become a target for everyone, its deep-seated problems impossible to resolve!

The original owner Xuan Chuan had precisely sensed this great terror, which was why he had remained in seclusion year after year, attempting to seek a glimmer of survival.

In the end, however, while attempting to break through to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, his mind suffered the backlash of Karmic Force and his Dao perished, thus making things convenient for Lin Feng, who had transmigrated over.

Damn it! When other people transmigrate to the Primordial World, they either become innate gods and demons or disciples of Saints, starting off invincible!

As for me, I've gone straight onto this bound-to-sink broken ship! Xuan Chuan's (Lin Feng) heart was ice-cold.

The ending of the Investiture of the Gods was close at hand: his master, Master Tongtian, was besieged by four Saints, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was broken, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation collapsed!

His fellow disciples were killed, betrayed, or captured...

Zhao Gongming was cursed to death by the Book of Seven Nail-Headed Arrows! Two of the Three Xiao Ladies were beaten to death and one suppressed through the joint inside-and-outside efforts of Primordial Heavenly Venerable and Laizi!

The Seven Attendant Immortals either betrayed or died! Countless outer sect disciples became chess pieces on the Investiture of the Gods List!

As for him, this "mysterious" chief senior disciple, according to the records of the original work, suffered an unknown fate, most likely quietly perishing in some conflict or grand formation without even a ripple.

No! Absolutely not!

He had finally managed to live another life, and moreover as a Saint's premier disciple with the cultivation of a Peak Golden Immortal; eternal life was right before his eyes—how could he sullenly act as a burial companion to this broken ship?!

A fierce desire for survival erupted within his heart.

Just as his emotions surged, nearly suffocating him under the omnipresent karmic force--

Hum!

Deep within his soul, an imperceptible trace of purple light suddenly flared!

Following that, the illusory phantom of an incomplete jade disc fragment, its surface covered in the aura of chaos, slowly rose and sank in his sea of consciousness.

A cooling, transcendent aura that seemed to soar above all rules instantly soothed his restless mind, slightly isolating the karmic karma entwining his divine soul.

[The One That Escaped! Creation Jade Disc Fragment!]

Xuan Chuan experienced a sudden flash of spiritual enlightenment, instantly comprehending the origins and functions of these two natal treasures!

The One That Escaped was the single variable amid the fifty avenues of the Great Dao, where heaven's evolution reached forty-nine! It possessed the supreme wondrous use of blinding heavenly secrets, disrupting predestined fates, and seizing a thread of vitality from a desperate situation!

As for the Creation Jade Disc Fragment, it was even more of a fragment of a Chaos Supreme Treasure containing the three thousand laws of the Great Dao, specializing in deduction, enlightenment, and concealment, and containing within it a newly born minor world!

This was the greatest cheat enabled by his transmigration! It was also his only hope in this mortal trap!

Just as he initially refined these two supreme treasures and his mind settled slightly--

Rumble!!!

An aura of destruction far more terrifying, magnificent, and merciless than the karmic force he had sensed before, resembling the overturning of the entire heaven and earth, crashed down upon his mind through the perception of The One That Escaped!

That was... the intent to kill of the Heavenly Dao! The ultimate destiny of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation!

Before his "eyes" emerged mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the collapsing Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, and the tragic scenes of countless Jiejiao disciples wailing as they were placed on the Investiture roster, converted, and utterly destroyed in body and soul!

In the end, the vision froze on a sorrowful scene: his master, Master Tongtian, being beaten by four sages, his Dao robes stained with blood, his eyes splitting in anger, filled with unwillingness and despair!

[Warning! It is detected that the host's bound destiny line with the Daoist orthodoxy "Jiejiao" has entered the countdown to destruction!]

[Ultimate emergency mission triggered: defy the heavens and change fate, save the Jiejiao orthodoxy, and seize a thread of vitality for Jiejiao!]

[Mission countdown: *** (interfered with by the Heavenly Dao, unable to be displayed precisely, but the great tribulation is already imminent!)]

[Mission failure penalty: annihilate together with Jiejiao in the Investiture tribulation, with true spirits failing to survive!]

An unprecedented sense of urgency and mortal crisis, like a cold viper, coiled around Xuan Chuan's neck.

He abruptly stood up from the azure jade futon, his eyes devoid of the slightest confusion or wishful thinking, leaving only a resolute determination to burn his boats!

Seclude himself? Escape?

Useless! In the face of this monstrous tribulation, hiding in a cave would only lead to everyone being wiped out in one pot!

He had to do something! Immediately! Right now!

He drew a deep breath, the dense celestial Qi within the immortal cave being swallowed into his belly like a whale, and his momentum as a peak golden immortal no longer contained, erupting explosively!

"Boom!"

The stone door, which had been in seclusion for who knows how many years, was shoved open by him with a single push.

Glaring sunlight shone in, reflecting his tall and resolute figure.

He took a step forward, his gaze piercing like lightning as it shot straight toward the center of the island, toward that magnificent palace brimming with sagely might—Biyou Palace!

Go find Tongtian!

He had to persuade him!

Even if... even if it meant uttering those treasonous words!

This Jiejiao could no longer continue like this!