"Hongjun needs new 'sacrifices' to maintain the operation of the divine realm."
Gu Xuan suddenly remembered some information that the World Tree had revealed during his conversation with it.
The immortal energy throughout the entire Tianxuan Realm, including the Primordial Immortal Domain, has become unusually turbulent in the last ten thousand years.
So that's the reason.
The divine realm is extracting the essence of the lower realm to feed the Investiture of the Gods!
"So you all tacitly allowed the Heavenly Court to act as puppets just so you could stockpile provisions before the calamity arrives?"
Gu Xuan sneered, "The Chan Sect seizes the Immortal Dynasty, the Jie Sect subdues the demon race, and the Western Sect guides the dead... What a grand scheme to profit from calamity!"
After a moment of silence, Laozi suddenly produced half of the tattered Investiture of the Gods.
"Three hundred years ago, I overheard a conversation between Hongjun and Haotian in Zixiao Palace."
"In the third tribulation, they intend to completely refine the Primordial Immortal Realm, transforming the entire lower realm into the 'immortal fields' of the divine realm."
"The core of the Third Investiture of the Gods is 'Refining Immortals into Spirits'."
Lao Jun summoned the Taiji Diagram, from which appeared the majestic palaces of the divine realm. "Hongjun intends to refine the souls of all the immortals into immortal crystals to supply the 'Great Dao Engine' of the divine realm."
"And you are the only one who can break this cycle."
"That Investiture of the Gods..."
Gu Xuan stared at the remaining leaves in the cup, "...was it what Hongjun used to mark the spiritual roots of immortals?"
Lao Tzu nodded: "That's right."
"So you invited me for tea today because you want me to help you destroy these 'spiritual roots'?"
Gu Xuan toyed with his teacup, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "Or perhaps you want me to be the... troublemaker in this calamity?"
Laozi suddenly knelt down, and the Taoist robe of the Sage of Taiqing was covered in dust.
"The old man earnestly begs fellow Daoist to save the Primordial Immortal Realm."
"Three hundred years ago, Hongjun planted a seed of Dao within us, and only you... can break this doomed situation."
"........"
Looking at the kneeling Laozi.
Gu Xuan remained silent.
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