"Thump..."

A deep, muffled bell tolled from the Jade Void Palace.

All the cultivators on Kunlun Mountain looked towards the direction of Yuxu Palace.

"It was the teacher who summoned me." A Taoist priest awoke from his meditation.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of cultivators flew towards Jade Void Palace. Among them, several people carried the pale-faced True Man Huanglong. After being treated by the others, his injuries had improved considerably.

As the group entered the main hall, they saw the Taoist Ran Deng and Jiang Long kneeling on the ground.

"Greetings, Master!" everyone said in unison.

Huanglong raised his head and looked at Jianglong kneeling on the ground. A hint of resentment appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into ecstasy.

Before Yuanshi could speak, Huanglong Zhenren pushed away the two people who were helping him, staggered forward, and knelt down on the ground.

The lamp beside him immediately showed a hint of displeasure and sighed softly to himself.

"Master, you must do justice for your disciple!" Huang Long wailed.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable looked at Huanglong, seemingly seeing right through him. The pressure instantly filled Huanglong with fear, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Make the decision?"

"Evil beast." Yuan Shi said angrily.

Everyone immediately knelt down. The sage was furious, and everyone present immediately felt a powerful pressure coming down on them.

Huang Long was startled and crouched even lower.

Looking at Huanglong on the ground, Yuanshi's eyes were filled with disappointment. If it weren't for Huanglong's merits back then, he would never have accepted such a disciple. Over the years, this person has been unambitious, indulging in pleasure, and his cultivation has stagnated. His combat strength is even inferior to some of his junior brothers, which greatly disappoints him.

"Huanglong, do you think I don't know? It is you who are arrogant and rude, and now you want to play the victim and accuse me first. Get out of here!" Yuanshi Tianzun said coldly.

"This disciple knows his mistake," Huang Long hurriedly said, then backed away from Yuxu Palace, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

“Master, please calm down.” Guang Chengzi stepped forward. He had a good relationship with Huanglong and was prepared to say a few good words for him.

"Alright, that's enough. I summoned you here because I have something to say," Yuanshi said, waving his hand.

Then, Yuanshi smiled and pointed at Jianglong, who was kneeling obediently on the ground.

"This person is called Jianglong. He is a rogue cultivator from overseas who has been cultivating for five hundred years. He is now in the late stage of the Great Luo realm. He sincerely wants to join my Chan Sect, so I will now accept him as my personal disciple."

Although there are many cultivators in the Yuanshi Tianzun's Daoist temple, there are not many direct disciples. There are only Randeng, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Jiang Ziya who is currently in seclusion, and Yun Zhongzi who is not in Kunlun Mountain. Of course, Shen Gongbao can also be considered half a disciple. Apart from these people, although others are also addressed as Master, they are at most considered outer disciples, and most of these people are taught by Randeng on behalf of their master.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. They were shocked that Yuanshi had actually taken on a personal disciple, and even more shocked by the fact that Jianglong had cultivated for five hundred years to reach the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

"Late-stage Great Luo Immortal after five hundred years?"

"That's truly unbelievable."

"Senior Brother Huanglong's defeat was not unjust."

The crowd began to discuss the matter, their voices filled with shock.

"Congratulations, Master, on taking on another excellent disciple." Ran Deng quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Junior Brother Jianglong, why aren't you bowing to your master?" Randeng then said, looking at Jianglong.

"Disciple Jianglong greets Master." Jianglong immediately kowtowed.

"Alright, alright, get up." Yuanshi Tianzun smiled and raised his hand to lift Jianglong up.

"Jianglong greets all senior brothers." Jianglong turned around and bowed to the people behind him.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Jianglong."

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Jianglong."

Everyone returned the greeting.

Most of Yuanshi Tianzun's disciples came with prior skills, but Jianglong, who joined the sect at the late stage of the Daluo realm, was the first. Even back then, when Randeng Daoren joined the Chan Sect, he was only at the early stage of the Daluo realm.

Yuanshi was in a very good mood. The great calamity was about to begin, and he had gained another expert under his tutelage with extraordinary talent. With a few years of training, he could become a quasi-saint. In that case, who among the three religions could compete with him?

Thinking of this, Yuanshi waved his hand, and something appeared, instantly illuminating the Jade Void Palace. Everyone couldn't help but squint as they looked over.

"Qingyun Golden Lamp..." Ran Deng exclaimed in surprise.

The light gradually faded, and a magnificent golden lamp floated in the air.

Everyone seemed to have realized something, and looked at Jianglong with envy.

"I bestow upon all my personally taught disciples a magical treasure. This is the innate spiritual treasure, the Auspicious Cloud Golden Lamp. Your magical power is profound and your combat strength is not weak, but I observe that your defense is insufficient. This treasure was personally crafted by me. The protective golden lamp is impervious to all magic and can protect you completely."

After saying that, he gently waved his hand, and the golden lamp slowly flew towards Jianglong.

"Master, you have shown me great love. This disciple... this disciple... sob sob..." Jianglong held the golden lamp in both hands and wept bitterly.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! Damn, the Sage is so generous!" Jianglong thought to himself with wild joy.

Yuanshi Tianzun was naturally generous to his own disciples, except for Huanglong Zhenren, who was never favored by him.

When Jianglong finally joined the Chan Sect, Li Daoyi knew it immediately, which was actually within Li Daoyi's expectations.

On the tower of heavens, Li Daoyi nodded in satisfaction.

"Infernal Affairs, hehe, now just wait for the surprise, Yuanshi," Li Daoyi thought to himself.

"system."

"Host, I'm here."

Immediately afterwards, Li Daoyi took out a card.

The card depicts a monk in white robes; it is the Wutian Summoning Card.

"System, can this card be fused with the puppet doll?" Li Daoyi asked.

"Reporting to the host, this card no longer contains the true spirit of Wutian. Even if it were to be fused, it would not be Wutian himself."

No matter what card Li Daoyi has, there will always be a trace of his true spirit on it. Therefore, after choosing to fuse and revive, there will be no difference between him and his true self.

"Wu Tian Zhen Ling?" Li Daoyi frowned. Ever since the Black Lotus conveyed Wu Tian's message last time, he knew that Wu Tian had been sealed in the Demon Realm again.

"Is there a way to solve this? Can we summon the True Spirit of Wutian?" Li Daoyi asked.

"Yes, it consumes points and has a chance to generate a true spirit during the character fusion process."

"probability?"

Li Dao was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, Wutian is a peak Quasi-Saint, and his avatar, the White-Clad Wutian, also possesses the strength of a late-stage Quasi-Saint. Each fusion requires ten million points. If no true spirit is generated, the host can cancel the fusion, and the points will not be returned."

"Holy crap, ten million a time!" Li Daoyi exclaimed in surprise.

"Should I take a gamble? It's so expensive, the odds seem slim. If I spend all 800 million points, it will affect my plans." Li Daoyi fell into deep thought.

If he could merge into a complete White-Clad Wutian, then he could make his move in the West. However, he didn't know how high the chances of this fusion would be.

After weighing the options for a long time, Li Dao gritted his teeth and exchanged for ten puppet dolls.

“Merge,” Li Daoyi said. He decided to take the gamble.

As the card and the doll drew closer, Li Daoyi's points instantly dwindled by ten million.

After a flash of light, a system notification appeared.

"White-robed Immortal (Golden Immortal). Save?"

"No," Li Daoyi quickly replied.

Ten million has gone down the drain. If a true spirit is formed through fusion, it will be displayed as a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

"Cancelled, do you want to continue the merging process?"

"continue."

Then the same operation was performed again.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Daoyi's face darkened. He had been a Golden Immortal ten times in a row, and he had already spent 100 million points.

"Wu Tian, ​​you better step up your game!" Li Daoyi said helplessly.

"Ten more dolls," Li Daoyi said, taking a deep breath as he looked at the cards floating silently.

"receive."

Immediately afterwards, ten puppet figures appeared in front of Li Daoyi.

"Ten times, if that doesn't work, then forget it," Li Daoyi thought to himself.

"Begin the fusion."

The light flashed again, and the card and the puppet merged together once more.

"fail..."

"fail..."

"fail..."

Nine times in a row, the fusion failed, and all of them resulted in the Golden Immortals being unable to reach the Heavenly Realm. Looking at the last puppet left behind, Li Daoyi was completely numb.

"Damn, is my face that dark?"

"Continue?" the system asked.

"This is the last one. What's the point of keeping it? Let's fuse it." Li Daoyi looked annoyed. He didn't even look at the card fusion anymore, and simply closed his eyes. He had already given up hope.

"White-Clad Wutian (Late Quasi-Saint): Congratulations, host, fusion successful. Save now?"

A system notification tone sounded.

"What?" Li Daoyi suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He had actually succeeded, just when he had given up.

Looking at the miniature version of the Wutian doll in front of him, Li Daoyi was extremely excited.

"Haha, it's done!" Li Daoyi exclaimed with delight.

"Save it, of course save it," Li Daoyi said quickly.

"Whoosh..."

Immediately afterwards, a white light flashed, and the puppet, which was originally the size of a palm, slowly grew larger.

Li Daoyi quickly waved his hand, and a barrier appeared in the room, enveloping the surroundings.

In a short while, Baiyi Wutian had returned to its normal size and was radiating white light.

“Activate.” Li Daoyi pointed at Wutian’s forehead.

Wu Tian gradually regained his life force, and his pulse began to beat. Then, the power of a late-stage Quasi-Saint slowly erupted. Fortunately, there was a barrier to shield him, otherwise it would have alarmed the world.

Wu Tian slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in them, but after seeing Li Daoyi, the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared and was replaced by joy.

"Haha, long time no see, Fellow Daoist Wutian." Li Daoyi laughed heartily.

"It's you, fellow Daoist. Who am I?" Wutian asked in shock, then began to examine himself.

"This...my strength, how is this possible? I'm not..." Bai Yi Wutian's memory was still stuck at the moment the black lotus disappeared, and wasn't his previous body only at the Golden Immortal level? How could he now have the strength of his prime?

Meanwhile, in the Journey to the West world, in the Demon Realm, the sealed Wutian smiled. He sensed that his benevolent self, the white-robed Wutian, had disappeared. Although he was somewhat puzzled, he knew that this must have been done by Li Daoyi.

"Hehe...hahaha...hahaha..." Then, Wutian in black burst into wild laughter, his heart filled with immense excitement, for he had seen hope once again.