The Unavoidable Tribulation! Ao Changsheng Makes His Move-

Both Laozi and Nüwa were stunned by Zhunti's series of actions.

Celestial Venerable Yuanshi and Cult Master Tongtian were speechless with envy.

But...

This is something they cannot imitate.

For example, Celestial Venerable Yuanshi, the entire Chan Sect, including Randeng, had only fourteen second-generation disciples, and only one third-generation disciple, Yang Jian.

The entire Chan Sect had fewer than twenty members.

Moreover, each of them was an exceptionally talented individual; he would feel a pang of regret if he wrote just one of them onto the Investiture of the Gods.

The Cult Master Tongtian was alright; if he had been ruthless, it would have been incredibly easy for him to gather 365 Orthodox God within his Jie Sect.

But if he did that, he wouldn't be called the Cult Master Tongtian.

The doctrine of the Jie Sect is precisely about seizing a sliver of hope. If he were to send his disciples to the Jie Sect Investiture of the Gods...

This goes against his teachings and his beliefs.

So...

This is something we can only envy.

Then...

"My disciples are all of excellent character, possessing great fortuitous opportunity and perseverance; they should not be listed on this Investiture of the Gods."

Unable to find a good excuse, Celestial Venerable Yuanshi simply abandoned all pretense and spoke bluntly.

"As for my junior brother, Cult Master Tongtian, you have many disciples, most of whom were born from moisture or eggs. It is their good fortune to be Investiture of the Gods the Gods and become Orthodox God of heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this,

Not only was the Cult Master Tongtian stunned.

Even the other saints standing nearby stared at Celestial Venerable Yuanshi in astonishment.

Zhunti looked at Celestial Venerable Yuanshi, who was speaking shamelessly with an air of righteousness, and felt even more ashamed of himself.

Thinking back to his previous behavior when faced with Hongjun's questioning, Zhunti secretly examined himself even more.

It turns out that when it comes to shamelessness, there are even Sage who surpass him!

"Brother Yuanshi is right. Cult Master Tongtian has many disciples, known as the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage.' Gathering these three hundred and sixty-five Orthodox God shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Zhunti responded with a kind smile.

"Shut up!" the Cult Master Tongtian roared.

An unparalleled killing intent suddenly pressed down on Zhunti.

He hadn't made a move for countless years after becoming a saint. Had these people forgotten that the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords he wielded were supreme weapons of slaughter?

Sensing the surging killing intent, Zhunti showed no reaction whatsoever. Although the killing intent was terrifying, as Sage, he would not be so easily frightened by it.

However, seeing the enraged Cult Master Tongtian, Zhunti wisely kept quiet and watched the spectacle unfolding between the Three Purities.

Seeing Zhunti retreat, Cult Master Tongtian suddenly turned to look at Yuanshi, his face full of murderous Sha Qi.

"What, you still want to fight me?" Celestial Venerable Yuanshi looked at Cult Master Tongtian, whose face Sha Qi, without showing any weakness.

"If we leave Purple Firmament Palace now, and we fight, do you dare..." The Cult Master Tongtian gritted his teeth and hissed in a low voice.

"What is there to be afraid of!" Celestial Venerable Yuanshi showed no weakness.

Although the Cult Master Tongtian possessed powerful weapons such as the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords and the Immortal-Slaying Formation Diagram, his Pangu Banner was no less formidable.

Seeing that Celestial Venerable Yuanshi and Cult Master Tongtian were really about to fight, Laozi was standing to the side, could no longer sit still. He looked at the two saints with calm eyes and shouted in a low voice.

"Yuanshi, Cult Master Tongtian Jiaozhu, this is the Master's sacred ground! What kind of behavior is this, behaving so improperly?"

"Brother, it's not that I want to cause trouble, it's just that Yuanshi has gone too far. This Immortal Slaughter Tribulation was caused by him and Zhunti."

"Not only have you dragged us into this mess, but you're also unwilling to pay the price. Instead, you want my disciple to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods."

The Cult Master Tongtian said in a deep voice, his tone filled with unspeakable grievance.

Upon hearing what the Cult Master Tongtian said, all the saints nodded in agreement.

The Cult Master Tongtian was right; this whole affair was caused by Celestial Venerable Yuanshi and Daoist Zhunti.

Although Daoist Zhunti was shameless and resorted to some petty tricks, he at least admitted his mistakes and even did a good job of putting on a good show.

But what about Celestial Venerable Yuanshi?

Not only did he refuse to admit his mistakes when facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun, but now he even wants to harm his junior brother without paying the price.

It should be known that the phrase "Three Purities Ones as One" has been passed down for countless ages in the Primordial World.

"Yuanshi, you've gone too far," Laozi said calmly.

Although Celestial Venerable Yuanshi had already decided to disregard his pride, he dared not refute Laozi's teachings and remained silent.

However, he had already made up his mind that even if it meant losing all his pride, he would absolutely not sign the Investiture of the Gods.

Laozi looked at the somber expressions of the sages and sighed softly.

He stepped forward and wrote a name on the Investiture of the Gods.

The saints were taken aback.

Could it be that I'm going to write Xuandu's Laozi on this Investiture of the Gods?

When Laozi withdrew.

When the sages saw the words on the Investiture of the Gods, they were stunned.

"Taishang Laojun?"

On this Investiture of the Gods, there was a name they had never heard of before, and they were all stunned.

But the next moment...

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from above Laozi's head, transforming into an old man in a Daoist robe who bowed to Laozi and all the sages.

"This humble Taishang Laojun, Laozi, greets all fellow Daoists."

"This..."

All the sages looked at Laozi, the Taishang Laojun, in shock.

"Laozi, you actually offered your Good Corpse to this Investiture of the Gods?"

All the sages looked at Laozi with utter shock.

Putting aside how important these Good Corpse are to those who cultivate the Dao Method of Severing the Three Corpses, the mere fact that they can place their own Good Corpse on the Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods for others to use is a testament to their power.

To the saints, this behavior was simply inconceivable.

"Fellow Daoist, please return to your place!" Laozi ignored the other sages and bowed to Taishang Laojun, speaking softly.

Taishang Laojun smiled kindly, not finding the fate of the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods as unacceptable as the other sages had imagined.

The old Daoist priest then departed.

After saying this, Taishang Laojun transformed into a stream of light and fell onto the Investiture of the Gods.

Of the 365 Orthodox God, the first one has finally returned to his Orthodox God place, and... he is a Sage, Good Corpse.

At this moment, the Investiture of the Gods shimmered with a soft light, as if it were quite satisfied.

Even Hongjun on the Dao Platform looked at Laozi with slight surprise, not expecting Laozi to make such a choice.

He couldn't believe that Laozi wouldn't know how important the completeness of the Three Corpses was to Sage.

One could merge one of the Three Corpses into the Investiture of the Gods, transforming into Orthodox God of the Heavenly Court, or, like Yuanshi, Cult Master Tongtian, and Zhunti, not completely sever the Three Corpses.

Faced with these two choices, the sages would probably prefer to choose not to have severed the Three Corpses yet, rather than to integrate a Three Corpses into the Investiture of the Gods.

This...

It touches upon the very essence of the Method of Severing the Three Corpses, and it concerns the future of these Sages.

Have you already found your path?

Hongjun silently recited a phrase in his heart, and then silently elevated Laozi's status to a level higher than that of all other sages.

"This is the only thing I can do. From now on, the Investiture of the Gods is in your hands." Laozi said, then turned around and sat back down, closing his eyes to rest, saying no more.

After Laozi sat down, Nüwa stood up again.

He walked up to the Investiture of the Gods wrote a name on it.

After Nüwa turned and stepped aside.

The sages stared at the names on the Investiture of the Gods, once again lost in bewilderment.

"Lingzhuzi... who is this Lingzhuzi?"

The saints looked at Nüwa with blank expressions.

"The Lingzhuzi is an Innate Spirit Treasure that I conjured during my cultivation of the Great Dao of Creation of Creation some time ago."

Facing the gazes of all the sages, Nüwa offered a soft explanation.

But upon hearing Nüwa's explanation, all the sages, even Laozi was meditating with his eyes closed, and Hongjun on the Dao Platform, were all shaken to their core.

The spirit of Innate Spirit Treasure?

This statement sounds simple, but its true meaning is far from ordinary.

There are now many Innate Divine Beings in the Primordial World.

Some are spiritual beings that take human form, some are objects that take human form, some are Spirit Root that take human form, and some are even the light of the sun, moon, and stars, or the natural energy of heaven and earth that take human form.

But...

Innate Spirit Treasure!

But there wasn't a single one.

Even the lowest grade of Innate Spirit Treasure cannot take human form, let alone develop sentience.

It was as if it were Curse from the Heavenly Dao.

Innate Spirit Treasure seem destined never to become living beings.

But now... Nüwa has broken this situation.

Innate Spirit Treasure.

Even a low-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, if it were to take human form, would likely possess top-tier aptitude in the Primordial World, starting at least at the Daluo level, and potentially reaching Quasi-Sage.

If this is the case for low-grade treasures, then it goes without saying that mid-grade, high-grade, or even Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure are like this.

Once these Innate Spirit Treasure take human form, they become incredibly promising investment opportunities.

"As the first Sage after Master Hongjun, Nüwa Sister Nuwa cannot be simple." Laozi suppressed his shock and silently murmured to himself.

When Nüwa returned to her meditation cushion and sat down, she closed her eyes to rest, just like Laozi.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Jieyin stood up, walked towards the Investiture of the Gods, and began to write.

But the awkward thing is...

Jieyin stared at the names he had written down, each one disappearing as he wrote them, and fell into deep thought.

These are not the Western Sect with extremely poor aptitude that Zhunti wrote down before, but rather the pillars of his Western Sect.

Unlike Laozi and Nüwa, who only wrote down their names, Jieyin quite a while writing and drawing on them. All of these actions naturally fell into the eyes of the sages.

Seeing the names disappear one by one Jieyin, the saints originally thought that Jieyin, like Zhunti, was doing it on purpose.

But after they deduced the secrets of heaven, they discovered that every single one of those Jieyin to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods was a pillar of the Western Sect.

As the saints watched the names disappear one by one, their gazes toward Jieyin and Zhunti were filled with pity.

How pitiful they are!

Meanwhile, Zhunti was completely dumbfounded, the kind of person even Sage couldn't cure.

Zhunti seemed to sense a malice emanating from the Heavenly Dao.

That malice was as if to say, "Stop writing, I don't like any of your Western Sect."

Final...

Jieyin, looking completely bewildered, walked back from in front of the Investiture of the Gods.

Unlike the name written by Laozi and Nüwa, the Investiture of the Gods remained unchanged after the Jieyin left.

But strangely, none of the saints cared.

Because...

The Jieyin has done everything he could!

But... I just can't do it!

Jieyin sat cross-legged on the futon, not even wanting to pay attention to this Immortal Slaughter Tribulation anymore, but just wanting to quickly escape into the dream world to meditate and cultivate.

Since Zhunti has already Jieyin this point, there's naturally no point in Zhunti ascending to the next level.

Now, the remaining 363 Orthodox God positions on the Investiture of the Gods are shining brightly, awaiting the final two saints to write them down.

The Celestial Venerable Yuanshi remained seated, completely ignoring everything.

As Sage, if he was unwilling to sign the Investiture of the Gods, could someone possibly force him to do so?

The Cult Master Tongtian looked at the Celestial Venerable Yuanshi with a cold smile.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

If you, Celestial Venerable Yuanshi, won't sign, then I, Cult Master Tongtian, won't sign either.

Let's see who can outlast whom.

However...

The two of them wanted to stall, but someone else didn't want to stall with them.

On the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun at the two lonely names on the Investiture of the Gods, and then at Celestial Venerable Yuanshi and Cult Master Tongtian staring at each other below.

He sighed softly. Although he had expected all of this, seeing the scene before him still made Hongjun feel distressed.

His disciples... they're just a bunch of complete idiots.

With a thought, the Investiture of the Gods suddenly vanished before the saints.

"Since you are unwilling to sign the Investiture of the Gods, then so be it!" Hongjun said softly.

"The Immortal Slaughter Tribulation will proceed as normal, allowing the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods to capture the true spirits of the cultivators who perished during this Immortal Slaughter Tribulation."

"However, if one is not chosen by the Investiture of the Gods and perishes in this Immortal Slaughter Tribulation, then one will truly be reduced to ashes, and even Sage cannot bring one back."

"When these 365 Orthodox God return to their positions, that will be the day this Immortal Slaughter Tribulation ends."

Hongjun spoke softly.

The expressions of Celestial Venerable Yuanshi and Cult Master Tongtian below changed slightly.

They never expected that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would intervene so quickly, even though they had only just begun their standoff.

And they weren't given a chance to refute it.

This Immortal Slaughter Tribulation was sealed in one fell swoop.

Just as they were about to speak, as if they were about to say something...

Hongjun and the Purple Firmament Palace had all vanished from their sight.

The six sages were sitting cross-legged in the Chaos, and everything that had happened before seemed like an illusion.

However, the saints would not consider it an illusion.

Their faces were grim.

Even Laozi and Nüwa, who had signed the Investiture of the Gods, were no exception, and Nüwa's gaze towards Yuanshi and Tongtian was filled with dissatisfaction.

Even though she had no disciples from any lineage, she signed the Investiture of the Gods and wrote a Lingzhuzi on it.

There was really no one else to say about the two saints of the Western Sect, but neither of them was written down.

Especially Celestial Venerable Yuanshi.

As one of the instigators of this Immortal Slaughter Tribulation, he was unwilling to take any responsibility and simply snorted coldly.

Nüwa then turned and headed towards her Empress Wa Palace.

Laozi glanced at Yuanshi and Tongtian, sighed, and walked step by step toward the Primordial World.

The two Western Saints were stunned, as if floating back westward. Even now, they still find it hard to accept what happened in the Purple Firmament Palace.

In the Chaos, only Tongtian and Yuanshi remained.

They exchanged a glance, each letting out a cold snort, and then headed back towards the Primordial World in different directions from the Chaos.

Meanwhile...

The Primordial World East Sea.

Within the Changsheng's Dao Field, Ao Changsheng opened his eyes and gazed towards the Heaven Beyond Heaven, into the vast Chaos.

With a long, soft sigh, a figure silently emerged from Ao Changsheng's body before him, as if he had seen a figure walking towards the Primordial World from within the Chaos.

With a single step, Ao Changsheng's avatar vanished.

Meanwhile, the true form within the Changsheng's Dao Field muttered to himself, "That Yuanshi... he really deserves a beating!"