She sailed in a solitary boat, drifting across the Sea of Death, gazing towards the direction of the Nine Heavens, and though she had yet to return to that place, she had a premonition.

A catastrophe was about to descend.

A disaster unlike any other, dark chaos, the Divine Clan...

Meanwhile, on another side.

Chen Pingping felt it too, an uneasiness in her heart, as she led Jiang Ni'er and Xu Feng, forcibly opening a passage.

But it was clear that time was needed.

The sealing laid by the Divine Clan was too formidable, impossible to break through in a short time.

......

Within the Secret Realm.

Hongxiu received messages from Shadow in succession. She stood atop a high mountain, gazing into the distance, her red dress fluttering in the wind, dancing in harmony with her long hair.

On the Ninth Road, the Northern Demon Emperor acted, obliterating the first outpost, slaughtering many Golden Soldiers, as well as eight or nine Quasi-Emperors.

On the Eighth Road, Guang Xiaoyu took action.

On the Seventh Road, the outpost, ancient city powerhouses were restless, preparing to support the Eighth Road.

A single outpost had at least three to five hundred powerful warriors, with eight or nine among them in the Quasi-Emperor Realm. If... the Seventh Road truly supported, a terrifying situation could very well form.

They were each guarding their own, even if the sky fell, they would not easily leave their stronghold.

Unless an order was given.

Hongxiu now doubted this point; the battles on the Ancient Road had already reached the ancient city, and the alliance leaders had issued orders.

The situation was increasingly dire.

Originally, according to her plan, Shadow would first be dispatched to collect information from various regions, then Wuji Sect's masters would launch a surprise attack, penetrating deep within at the fastest speed.

Not giving the ancient city a chance to react.

But now, the Northern Demon Emperor had made a move, and Guang Xiaoyu was also in battle, completely disrupting her plan.

The war had commenced prematurely.

Impulsive.

Hongxiu shook her head, letting out a soft sigh.

At this moment, behind her came Zhuge Wushuang's words: "The commotion on the Heaven Martial side isn't small."

"Hmm..." Hongxiu nodded, "I know."

"Li Qi alone probably can't hold it."

"I know," Hongxiu turned around, "I'm trying to open the passage, but...the power of the sealing of the Divine Clan is too strong. I need time; I hope they can hold on."

"Your judgment is right; the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods appeared on the Heaven Martial Continent. This might not be a coincidence," Zhuge Wushuang's gaze was piercing.

The human clan in this era was the most tragic, without a single Great Emperor.

But precisely such an era can blind the eyes of the Divine Clan, giving them some time to grow.

It's an opportunity, but also a risk.

But the current situation is chaotic, with the Investiture of the Gods appearing at the rear. For them, it's absolutely not good news.

On the front Ancient Road, slaughter was endless.

If the leaders of the ancient city became wary, advancing again on the Ancient Road would be incredibly difficult.

An ancient city in front, Divine Clan in the rear.

Amidst the vast lands of the Nine Heavens, how many forces could oppose them?

Hongxiu silently watched him, saying nothing.

About coincidence or not, she had also pondered this question, but... she was wondering, above the myriad worlds, who could control the Investiture of the Gods?

If such a person existed, even if the human clan exhausted its luck, they wouldn't survive this catastrophe.

"The intelligence from Shadow reported that a few kings in the ancient city might take action!" Zhuge Wushuang sighed.

Those kings, having lived for countless years, wield unparalleled power.

They had witnessed the age of emperors and even participated in the slaughter; if they made a move, the pressure on the human side would greatly increase.

"And the geniuses of the Divine Clan," he added.

"What's Mo Wuwei doing lately?" Hongxiu didn't respond to those questions but instead asked about Mo Wuwei.

"Training in swordplay! He's possessed now," Zhuge Wushuang spat blood.

A sword body, losing oneself in madness.

There were precedents in history, but...for someone like Mo Wuwei, losing himself in madness was indeed a bit abnormal.

Because Wuji Sect itself was not deficient in Sword Dao inheritance.

The endless Abyss Sword Tao within Hei, how much can he comprehend?

Hongxiu was stunned, "Really gone mad?"

Zhuge Wushuang nodded with a grave face, "Truly gone mad!"

Striving for the Great Tao, pursuing the Supreme.

Now all Mo Wuwei saw were these eight words; as for Tao Verification, he had long discarded it—he wanted the Divine Enthronement.

Wuji Sect was quite speechless.

Brother!

You're just at the Great Saint Realm now, haven't even entered the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and Tao Verification is a distant dream.

Even if you achieved Tao Verification, there's a Heaven Emperor Realm above, and only then would you condense a God Grid for Divine Enthronement.

Completing these steps, might take millions of years, right?

Now you're clamoring for Divine Enthronement, isn't this madness?

"Gu Mang also went mad!" Zhuge Wushuang took a deep breath; he used to be normal, but now... completely abnormal.

"What happened to him?"

"Refined a person."

"..."

"And He Yitian, that guy, recently forged a Divine Weapon and almost got struck dead," Zhuge Wushuang mentioned again, spitting blood: "It's said to be some kind of immortal tribulation."

"???

Hongxiu furrowed her brows, and after pondering for a while, she realized so much had happened within the sect? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

This is outrageous, isn't it?

Zhuge Wushuang continued, "Luckily the Void Body isn't mad, just has some oddity."

"What kind of oddity?" Hongxiu asked instinctively.

"Always shouting, 'My destiny is mine, not that of the heavens...'"

"..."

Well!

Not much different from madness.

Hongxiu nodded, indicating she understood, and mused lightly, "The Northern Demon Emperor Wuxian and Xiaoyu have already started the slaughter on the Ancient Road, but... we must not act rashly yet; you go throw those guys out."

Zhuge Wushuang was stunned, "Why?"

He was considering, Mo Wuwei, He Yitian, Gu Mang, Wen Qingshan, though not very normal, were after all the pillars of the Wuji Sect.

Throwing them out now? Isn't that inappropriate?

What if something unexpected happens?

Hongxiu said sternly, "From now on, anyone who goes mad will be thrown out so they don't affect the development of Wuji Sect."

Uh...

Zhuge Wushuang's eyelid twitched.

Seeing his expression, Hongxiu suddenly felt uneasy, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"It might have already affected it." He carefully said.

After all, Mo Wuwei was a top presence in the sect; his every move was bound to influence some young people.

Now... as long as he sought enlightenment, surely there would be a crowd watching in meditation.

The same went for Gu Mang and He Yitian, and also Wen Qingshan; his persuasive words gathered a large crowd of young female fans and disciples, and now they were following Wen Qingshan: "Do not belittle the young for being poor!"

......

On a hill, the sunset bathed the scene.

The figures seated here had their shadows stretched long, as Wen Qingshan sat at the center, narrating past legends to them: "Recollecting the past, when this prince waged war in the Northern Frontier, he was merely a small Saint Realm cultivator, yet... facing a host of Demon Race strongmen, this prince was fearless, even if the Demon Emperor revived, this prince would breathlessly take action with the Void Skill to suppress him, oh how grand those scenes were then..."