Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The instant Maitreya's true spirit exploded.

This dazzling golden light did not dissipate in all directions. Instead, it seemed to be drawn by some extremely strong and irresistible rule.

This is a genuine Great Luo Golden Immortal level true spirit, and it also carries an extremely large amount of fortune and karma of the Western Sect.

Although Heaven had just angrily sent down thunderclouds to try and stop Lin Xuan's recklessness, now that the man was completely dead and his true spirit was without a master, Heaven's underlying "automatic post-death ranking" program was instantly forcibly activated.

"Whoosh—!"

That blinding golden light transformed into a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth. It ruthlessly smashed through the churning purple-black tribulation clouds of the underworld, pierced through the thick crust of the Nine Netherworlds, tore through layers of void, and headed straight for the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens like a shooting star chasing the moon!

Lin Xuan stood on the high altar, his hands casually in his pockets, looking up at the receding golden light.

"Go on, you fatso. When you get to Heaven and serve Haotian, remember to pour that old miser's foot bath water every day." Lin Xuan grinned and laughed arrogantly.

Only then did Styx and Wutian dare to get up from the ground. Watching Lin Xuan's extremely violent actions, their hearts pounded, and their admiration for this Thirteenth Master reached an absolute level.

at the same time.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, thirty-three heavens away.

Hongjun Daozu was sitting cross-legged on a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc with his eyes closed, deducing the extremely chaotic secrets of heaven.

Suddenly, the authentic copy of "Investiture of the Gods" hanging in the center of the main hall suddenly trembled violently without warning.

This was a powerful weapon specially prepared by Hongjun to fill the void in the Heavenly Court and weaken the power of various religions. For a long time, it had been completely empty, without even the name of the lowest-ranking deity.

"Buzzing!"

Golden light shone brightly on the Investiture of the Gods list. A stream of true spirit light shot down from the lower realm and violently plunged into the deepest part of the list.

Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, a rare look of astonishment flashing across them.

The ancient scroll of the Investiture of the Gods slowly unfurled. In the most prominent, topmost divine position, several extremely clear characters, radiating dazzling golden light, were rapidly taking shape.

[The first true god to be listed: Maitreya!]

Hongjun stared at the name, stunned for a full three breaths.

Even he, the representative of Heaven's will, was dumbfounded. The grand calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, which he had painstakingly planned, was originally intended to have the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect fight each other to the death. How come, this grand drama had barely begun, and the first major vengeful spirit to appear on the list was actually that future Buddha, whom the Western Sect had been raising as a precious gem?!

"Lin Xuan...it's that variable again..." Hongjun looked in the direction of the Netherworld in the lower realm, his old face showing an extremely complicated expression. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

Fate, in front of this kid, is like a piece of toilet paper that can be torn apart at will.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, in the far west, thousands of miles away, at Mount Sumeru.

Inside that dilapidated hall, which had been repeatedly ravaged by heavenly lightning and the mischievous children of the Pangu Temple, and had collapsed to the point where only half of the roof remained.

The Taoist Zhunti was sitting on a tattered futon in a very miserable state.

He was holding a small medicine bottle with great difficulty in his left hand, preparing to apply some cheap ointment to his right shoulder, which had just been shattered by the Extreme Yin Sha Array and was barely growing some granulation tissue.

The moment the ointment touched the wound.

"boom!"

Beneath Mount Sumeru, the Western Religion's golden dragon of fortune, already extremely weak and as thin as an eel, let out a mournful and desperate cry without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon of fortune was cut in two! A large portion of the fortune, like a flood bursting its banks, flowed wildly and violently toward the Investiture of the Gods beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the darkness, the Heavenly Dao's warning struck the depths of Zhunti's soul with utter cruelty.

Maitreya, a direct disciple of the Western Sect, has had his true spirit inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods.

Upon hearing this warning, the medicine bottle in Zhunti's hand fell to the ground with a crisp "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

His already bitter-looking face froze instantly. His two tiny, beady eyes bulged out of their sunken sockets, filled with terrifyingly bloodshot veins.

A loud "buzz" went through his mind, as if a massive iron hammer weighing tens of thousands of tons had struck the top of his head.

"Maitreya...made the list? The old, future Buddha...became a hired hand of Heaven?!"

A piercing, inhuman scream escaped from Zhunti's throat.

This extreme despair of watching helplessly as the sect's hopes were completely extinguished and a large chunk of its fortune was forcibly taken away completely shattered his already cracked Dao heart.

"Lin Xuan!!! May this old Taoist priest curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!!!"

Zhunti raised his head and let out a roar that shattered the roof of the dilapidated temple. His chest suddenly bulged, and a mouthful of extremely rich, dark golden holy blood mixed with primordial power could no longer be suppressed. With a "poof," it gushed out more than three feet high, splattering all over the walls.