Sect Master Tongtian Descended from Golden Turtle Island, a Wild Card in the Tribulation Appeared in Chaoge!

Kunlun Mountain.

The Jade Void Palace.

The moment Guangchengzi entered the great hall, he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

The golden blood struck the floor, and fine Dao fissures instantly spread across the white jade tiles.

This was no ordinary injury.

It was the backlash from having his Yuqing origin torn open!

"Senior brother!"

Chijingzi's face was ashen as he hurried to support Guangchengzi.

The immortal light around Guangchengzi's left arm had dimmed, and a corner of the auspicious cloud above his head was missing.

A strand of dark golden devouring power still clung to the edge of the gap.

It looked as though canine fangs had gnawed it clean away.

The Yin-Yang Mirror in Chijingzi's hand had also lost its luster.

A hairline crack ran across the center of its surface.

The other members of the Twelve Golden Immortals all paled.

Taiyi Zhenren abruptly rose to his feet.

"Who did this?"

Yu Ding Zhenren stepped forward and channeled Yuqing immortal power into Guangchengzi's body.

An instant later, his expression shifted.

The moment that immortal power touched Guangchengzi's meridians, a strange force devoured every last trace.

Guangchengzi gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"It's no use."

"That black dog's teeth didn't bite my flesh."

"They bit my Dao foundation!"

The great hall fell deathly silent.

His Dao foundation!

That was the bedrock a Daluo Golden Immortal forged over countless years.

A shattered body could be rebuilt.

A shaken primordial spirit could be nurtured back to health.

But an injured Dao foundation could, at best, stall progress for years. At worst, it could cause one's cultivation realm to regress.

Guangchengzi was the foremost second-generation disciple of the Chan Sect.

He had reached Great Luo Perfection.

Yet a black dog that had not even become a Golden Immortal when it attacked had bitten into his Dao foundation?

If word of this spread, what dignity would the Jade Void Palace have left?

Rage surged through Taiyi Zhenren, and he shattered a jade table with one strike of his palm.

"This is intolerable!"

"First he stole Yang Jian's karma, then he intercepted the Yin Shang Twins, and now he has let his dog injure our Jade Void's eldest senior brother!"

"Master, unless the Three Realms receive an explanation for this, the dignity of our Chan Sect will be trampled into the dust!"

Juliusun also spoke coldly.

"That man has brazenly altered the heavenly mandate and repeatedly stolen our Chan Sect's fortune. This is no longer an ordinary contest over the Dao."

"We must uncover his origins."

"Otherwise, before the killing game of the Investiture of the Gods even begins, our Chan Sect will have already lost its momentum."

All the immortals turned their gazes toward the head of the great hall.

Chaos energy streamed down over the cloud couch.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat within it, his features obscured.

Yet at that moment, the temperature throughout the Jade Void Palace dropped.

"Enough."

The single word fell.

Every sound in the hall instantly vanished.

Yuanshi Tianzun lowered his gaze.

He did not look at Guangchengzi first.

His saintly perception passed beyond Kunlun, across vast mountains and rivers, and descended upon the ruined temple outside Chaoge City.

A moment later.

An invisible veil of Dao blocked his saintly perception.

Traces of primordial violet radiance had once lingered there.

Now that radiance had dispersed, yet karma remained severed.

Even he could see nothing but a blank.

Coldness surfaced in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes.

Yang Jian's fate trajectory had already shifted.

Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, two nodes of humanity's Dao fortune, had also slipped entirely beyond Jade Void control.

Yin Jiao should have become Guangchengzi's disciple, inherited the Dao resonance of the Heaven-Flipping Seal, and served as a banner of Yin Shang Orthodoxy when the mortal realm changed dynasties.

Yin Hong should have become Chijingzi's disciple, wielded the Yin-Yang Mirror, and completed the Chan Sect's other arrangement in the killing game of humanity's Dao.

But now.

A Purple-Gold Imperial Seal already marked Yin Jiao's brow.

A profound black demon seed had formed within Yin Hong.

Both had already forged their Dao foundations.

They had nothing to do with Jade Void.

More galling still, Guangchengzi and Chijingzi had personally descended the mountain, only to return injured.

One had suffered a bite to his Dao foundation.

The other's magic treasure had been damaged.

This was no covert struggle over pieces on a board.

This was a slap delivered squarely to the Jade Void Palace's face.

Guangchengzi forced himself to kneel and prostrate on the floor.

"Your disciple is incompetent."

"I have tarnished Jade Void's mighty reputation. Please punish me, Master!"

Yuanshi Tianzun finally looked at him.

"The fault in this matter is not yours alone."

His voice remained indifferent.

Yet all the Twelve Golden Immortals heard the anger he held in check.

"The man behind this excels at concealing heavenly secrets and can sever karma."

"For now, even I cannot see through his origins."

The immortals in the hall were shaken to their cores.

Even their master could not see through him?

Within the Three Realms, who besides the other Saints could achieve such a thing?

Yuanshi Tianzun slowly said:

"The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation has begun, and heavenly secrets are in chaos."

"This man may well be the wild card within this tribulation."

He swept his sleeve.

A beam of Jade Purity Immortal Light entered Guangchengzi's body.

The lingering strand of dark golden devouring power was instantly suppressed deep within his Dao foundation.

Guangchengzi's expression eased slightly, though his aura remained weak and unsteady.

Yuanshi Tianzun then looked at Chijingzi.

"Guangchengzi, enter seclusion and heal."

"Chijingzi, nurture the Yin-Yang Mirror."

"Since Yin Jiao and Yin Hong have chosen another path, there is no longer a place for them within Jade Void."

"If you meet them on the battlefield in the future, do not hold back."

"Yes, Master!"

The immortals answered in unison.

They understood clearly.

Their master had not let this matter go.

He had merely held this strand of karma in check for now.

The killing game of the Investiture of the Gods had already begun.

The Jade Void Palace could not throw all its arrangements into disarray over an enemy whose origins remained obscured.

But this debt had been recorded.

Sooner or later, it would be settled.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked toward Chaoge once more.

Deep within those saintly eyes, a heavy chill lingered.

"Let us see how long you can remain hidden."

The East Sea.

Golden Turtle Island.

Rosy light spread across the sea, and the auras of the Ten Thousand Immortals intertwined.

Some debated the sword.

Some practiced formations.

Some rode clouds to hear the Dao.

Outside the Biyou Palace, the sounds of the Dao rang without end, and the Interception Sect's fortune rose and fell like the tides.

Upon a Nine Heavens Cloud Bed.

Sect Master Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes.

He gave a soft murmur of surprise.

Wuyun Xian, one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, immediately

bowed.

"Master, do you have a decree?"

Sect Master Tongtian did not answer at once.

He raised his hand and pointed.

A water mirror unfolded in the void.

Within it, several tributaries of Yuqing fortune shook violently.

Two were especially striking.

One had lost part of its origin.

The other's mirror light was veiled in dust.

Gaps resembling canine bites still marred their edges.

Sect Master Tongtian watched for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Interesting."

"Very interesting indeed."

He, Yuanshi, and Taishang had all been born from Pangu's primordial spirit.

Though the fortunes of the Three Teachings had diverged, they remained connected at their roots.

Just moments earlier, the Yuqing Qi in the direction of Kunlun had shuddered fiercely.

That anger had been buried deep.

Yet the harder it was suppressed, the clearer it was that Yuanshi was truly enraged.

It had been many years since anyone in the Primordial World had angered his second elder brother-who valued rules and face above all else-to such an extent.

Sect Master Tongtian tapped lightly with his fingertip.

The myriad sword intents above the Biyou Palace fell still.

A moment later, the amusement in his eyes deepened.

That stretch of karma in Chaoge had been concealed completely.

The tribulation already veiled the heavens.

Yet around that ruined temple, it was as though someone had laid an additional veil of Dao.

Even saintly perception would veer aside of its own accord upon entering.

He could not see the man behind it.

But from the recoil of Yuqing fortune, he could catch a few lingering traces.

Yang Jian had not entered Jade Void.

The Yin Shang Twins had been intercepted.

Guangchengzi's Dao foundation had been damaged.

Chijingzi's Yin-Yang Mirror had been dulled by dust.

The more Sect Master Tongtian saw, the more amusing he found it.

His second senior brother had always placed great importance on origins and rules.

On the Jade Void chessboard, every move had to fall precisely into place.

Now his pieces had been intercepted.

Even the hand holding them had been bitten bloody on the spot.

Such a lively spectacle was rare indeed.

"Who could it be?"

Sect Master Tongtian reclined on his cloud bed, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers.

"Eldest Senior Brother embraces serenity and nonaction. He would never intervene to this extent."

"If those two from the Western Religion had acted, they would certainly have left traces of its Dao."

"Junior Sister Nuwa has shut herself away in the Wa Huang Palace. For now, she has no intention of descending upon Chaoge herself."

"Could some mighty figure who has shunned the world for countless ages be riding the winds of the tribulation to place pieces on the board once more?"

At this point, he shook his head again.

The aura was wrong.

That Dao resonance that severed karma was clean and unfamiliar.

Like a tributary of the Great Dao never recorded in the Primordial World's Dao annals.

It lacked the ancient demon gods' vast, primeval air.

Nor did it bear any trace of the Mystic Gate's Three Teachings.

So new it made his curiosity itch.

The interest in Sect Master Tongtian's eyes deepened.

He believed in his principle of teaching all without distinction.

He also believed that Golden Turtle Island's grandeur, with ten thousand immortals flocking to pay homage, was enough to quell the wind and waves.

Yet now, a Mysterious Being capable of making Yuanshi suffer a setback had suddenly emerged amid the tribulation.

He wanted to see this being with his own eyes.

"I shall go out for a stroll."

Sect Master Tongtian suddenly rose.

Wuyun Xian and the rest of the Seven Attendant Immortals bowed in unison.

"Please give us your instructions, Teacher."

Sect Master Tongtian said evenly:

"Keep watch over the Biyou Palace."

"Pass the order to all disciples: without my decree, none may enter Chaoge's killing game on their own."

"As you command!"

The immortals answered in unison.

A flash of azure light shone above the cloud bed.

Sect Master Tongtian's figure had already faded into the void.