The instant Yuanshi Tianzun rose, the calamity qi of the Investiture of the Gods exploded.
Across the myriad domains of the Primordial World, every being at or above the Daluo Golden Immortal realm heard a muffled tremor of heavenly secrets deep within their primordial spirits.
The rules laid down in the Purple Heaven Palace cracked under the impact of a Sage's wrath.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Within Wa Huang Palace, Nuwa abruptly opened her eyes.
Her gaze pierced the chaos and fell upon Kunlun, and for the first time, gravity appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face.
"Senior Brother Yuanshi..."
"Is he truly going to force his way into the Investiture of the Gods game in his true Sage form?"
On Mount Sumeru.
The suffering between Daoist Jieyin's brows deepened, and the prayer beads in his palm stopped in midair.
Daoist Zhunti also put away his smile, apprehension flashing in his eyes.
"Senior Brother, once Fellow Daoist Yuanshi takes this step, the Purple Heaven Palace's rules will no longer be able to keep the Investiture of the Gods game in check."
"The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect have had their cultivation stripped away, and Xiqi's heavenly mandate has fractured. In the end, he could no longer sit still."
Jieyin sighed softly.
"The tribulation has already fallen into disorder."
"This move will implicate more than the Interception Sect. There is also Humanity's Dao, Tongtian, and Guanjiangkou."
Within Fire Cloud Cave.
The Eight Trigrams Tortoiseshell in Fuxi's palm shook madly, its cracks spreading once more.
The Hundred Herbs Cauldron beside Shennong hummed low.
The sword at Xuanyuan's waist slid half an inch out of its sheath on its own, only for him to press it back with one hand.
Fuxi said gravely, "If a Sage forces his true form into the mortal