Bad News, Tongtian Has Defected?!!

"..."

At this moment.

Inside the Chaos Purple Palace, a dead silence suddenly fell.

Tongtian, who had gone mad without any warning, completely stunned Hongjun.

Beyond the shock and astonishment, he couldn't help but feel a wave of lingering fear.

His Daoist robe was instantly soaked through with cold sweat!

What was going on with his right eyelid twitching uncontrollably?

"Investiture of the Gods?! That scoundrel Tongtian... no, that scoundrel Houtu, how did she know about it in advance?"

"Who told her?!"

"Who... who exactly is she?!"

"This is bad!"

As thoughts surged, cold sweat began to bead on Hongjun's forehead, and a sense of ominous premonition and unease suddenly struck his heart.

One had to know.

The Wu and Demon Calamity had not even concluded yet.

If Tongtian knew the script for the Investiture of the Gods in advance, Hongjun didn't dare to imagine what further variables would arise, nor what the Wu and Demon Calamity would turn into. He absolutely dared not think about it!

"No, why is this scoundrel Tongtian suddenly acting so strange? What Investiture of the Gods? What signing? It's inexplicable!"

"Tongtian, you useless wretch, what are you dawdling for? Why aren't you setting up the Immortal-Slaying Formation to kill all the Ancestor Witches? Do you intend to defy your master's orders?! Hurry up, what are you standing there stunned for, hey!"

Taiqing frowned in confusion, while Yuanshi kept urging him on.

Although they had both already attained sainthood, with a single thought, they could perceive the present, past, and future, and with a single thought, they could manipulate the destinies of all beings.

They had long received the script of the Wu and Demon Calamity ending in mutual destruction.

As for the Investiture of the Gods?

It was still the Wu and Demon Calamity now, it hadn't even ended yet. Even they had only a vague understanding and no clue.

Coupled with the emergence of anomalies in the Primordial Desolation, the heavenly secrets became even more muddled and hazy, with everything uncertain.

Taiqing and Yuanshi were even more clueless!

They just felt that Tongtian had a screw loose somewhere, acting strangely for no reason.

Looking at Tongtian again, his heart was burning with rage, his three corpses were leaping with fury, he was utterly enraged, his chest heaving violently, he even had the urge to kill!

Especially when he heard Yuanshi constantly babbling in his ear, Tongtian became even more agitated.

He simply couldn't let it go!

And it had been a long time since he had calmed down!

The future fate of their Jie Sect was truly too tragic!

Pathetically tragic!

Tragic beyond compare!

Too horrible to look at!

Damn it all—!!!

Especially when he thought of...

His two elder brothers actually colluding with two shameless scoundrels from the West, conspiring with outsiders, and joining forces to scheme against him, against the disciples of the Jie Sect's Myriad Immortals, to break the Immortal-Slaying Formation together?

How could he possibly endure this!

Even if Uncle could tolerate it, Auntie couldn't!

As all sorts of thoughts swirled, Tongtian could no longer hold back. He grabbed the "Investiture of the Gods" storybook in his hand and directly threw it forcefully at Yuanshi Tianzun's face.

Then, with eyes wide with fury, he roared, "Yuanshi Tianzun, well done, Yuanshi Tianzun! Look at this yourself and see what's going on!!"

As his voice fell.

With a "thwack," he directly smashed the "Investiture of the Gods" storybook into Yuanshi's face, slapping him right in the face!

"⊙∀⊙!!!"

"??????"

Stunned, Yuanshi was immediately dazed by the impact. He then instinctively looked towards Taiqing beside him, his eyes filled with shock and fear, his wronged gaze seeming to convey—

Big brother, look at this bastard Tongtian, he actually dared to hit me with a book!!!?

Yuanshi froze on the spot.

Taiqing was also taken aback by Tongtian's sudden presumptuous action.

Suppressing a hint of anger, Taiqing slowly stepped forward, picked up the storybook, and swept it with his divine sense.

It was better not to look, but the moment he did, Taiqing was utterly shocked!

In less than a moment, after finishing, Taiqing's eyes widened, his pupils dilating. His aged face flickered between ashen and flushed.

He was utterly, incomparably shocked!

The entire sect annihilated, countless disciples dead, their true spirits captured and bound to the Investiture of the Gods, enslaved by the Heavenly Court for eternity, and even to become mounts for the West…

Even Tongtian, the sect master himself, would ultimately be forced to ingest the Saint-Slaying Pill and be confined to the Zixiao Palace forever!

This wasn't some storybook tale!

It was a series of tragedies!

Who could possibly accept this if it happened to them?!!

No wonder Tongtian was so angry!

"This… this…"

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He casually handed the storybook to a bewildered Yuanshi.

Yuanshi, with a trace of curiosity and confusion, took the storybook and began to flip through it with his divine sense.

During his reading, Yuanshi's facial expressions were no less varied than Taiqing's.

What the heck?

What kind of story is this book telling?

How can it be putting all my inner thoughts onto paper?!!

After a few breaths, perhaps out of shame or an attempt to cover up, Yuanshi Tianzun, in a fit of rage, tore up the "Investiture of the Gods" storybook.

He roared repeatedly, "Slander! This is pure, unadulterated slander!"

"Third Brother, you can't possibly believe this, can you? The three of us, Sanqing, our bond has always been as strong as gold and as connected as a single branch. Although we sometimes bicker and argue, our feelings are excellent. This is definitely something that Houtu, that woman, fabricated!"

"Yes, that's right, it must be fabricated! Her goal is to sow discord among our Sanqing bond, to stir up trouble. Her intentions are wicked, truly wicked!!"

At this point, Taiqing had also recovered and quickly chimed in, "Yes, Third Brother, don't easily believe slander and fall into the schemes of wicked people!"

"I could write a hundred, a thousand such storybooks myself, each with a different ending!"

This statement, as expected, had an effect.

After listening, Tongtian gradually calmed down. He subconsciously looked at "Houtu," and for a moment, he couldn't make up his mind.

Right and wrong, truth and falsehood, it was truly difficult to discern. Difficult, so very difficult!

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, this storybook… did you fabricate it?"

"Or is it a depiction of the future?"

Suddenly, Tongtian's question, coming from the depths of his soul, rang out.

Chen Xuan smiled calmly, his expression serene. "I swear upon the Great Dao, the contents of the 'Investiture of the Gods' storybook are absolutely true and guaranteed to be real!"

"Otherwise, may my soul scatter, my body perish, and may I be eternally plunged into the abyss of damnation, dying a terrible death!"

Boom—

Hearing this, Tongtian was instantly struck as if by lightning. His pupils trembled, and he stood frozen in place, completely at a loss.

He had sworn upon the Great Dao; how could it be false?

Afterward, Tongtian looked at his two elder brothers. For a moment, he truly didn't know what to do.

Conflict… hesitation… indecision… unwillingness…

A whirlwind of emotions!

Seeing this, Chen Xuan felt the same, sighing with emotion.

At this point, everything he could do was done.

From now on, it all depended on Tongtian's choice, on his destiny!

Ultimately, Tongtian was too loyal and too sentimental. Otherwise, when the Investiture of the Gods calamity arrived, he wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament!

Alas!

"Tongtian, what are you still standing there dumbfounded for? No way, no way, you don't actually believe it, do you?"

"Are you a pig? This kind of storybook is obviously fake from the start!"

"Stop dawdling and quickly set up the Immortal-Slaying Formation. Let's settle the battle soon. I have to go back to refine my essence after this. I don't have time to waste here with you!"

Just as Tongtian was caught between the bond of Sanqing and the future of the Jie Sect, unable to decide, Yuanshi's arrogant and sharp-tongued nature flared up again.

His words pierced Tongtian's ears, each one a stab to the heart!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Not long after, four clear and resonant sword cries echoed through the nine heavens, resounding throughout the universe.

The Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram descended with immeasurable divine light.

The Immortal-Slaying Formation was set up!

Woohoo~

Looks like the Wu clan is doomed this time!

Just as all the Sages of the Heavens, including Hongjun, rejoiced and were greatly invigorated by this.

Who would have thought.

Tongtian would actually defect at the critical moment, pointing his sword at Yuanshi Tianzun, unleashing boundless killing intent, his rage surging like a tempest!

This is bad, Tongtian is going to betray us?!!

Hiss—

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