"This disciple is incompetent and no match for him!"

"His physical body and primordial spirit were both shattered."

"Waaaaah..."

Taiyi Zhenren cultivated for countless years, enduring countless hardships, before finally reaching the fourth level of Quasi-Saint.

Now it's all for naught.

The more Taiyi Zhenren thought about it, the sadder he became...

His newly formed soul immediately showed signs of dissipating.

Upon seeing this.

Yuanshi's expression tightened, and he unleashed another burst of Heavenly Dao power, finally stabilizing Taiyi Zhenren's soul.

He stopped questioning Yuanshi and instead put the object into his sleeve, carefully storing it along with the remnant soul of Huanglong Zhenren.

After doing all this.

Yuanshi's gaze finally fell back on the human realm, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

A short while later.

Yuanshi's expression hardened, and he said in a low voice.

"As the Investiture of the Gods has progressed to this point, the Shang Dynasty has taken the lead step by step."

"If this continues..."

"Even if the primordial world's power lies with Xiqi, it will probably be of no use."

"We can't wait any longer."

"The Great Tribulation of the Gods must begin immediately!"

There was actually one more thing Yuanshi didn't say...

Once the Investiture of the Gods tribulation begins.

Even if another one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were to perish, they would not die or be destroyed; at the very least, they would be included in the Investiture of the Gods.

Even the Primordial One himself didn't discover it...

He, who was always so arrogant, had actually started to consider the consequences of failure...

......

On a small island in the East China Sea.

Ling Yun casually tossed aside a cleanly gnawing crab claw and mumbled indistinctly.

"With the death of Taiyi Zhenren, Yuanshi is probably going to go mad."

"The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods should be about to erupt..."