A Different Primordial World, A Different Tongtian Cult Leader
Reborn on the eve of the great calamity that would bring the Investiture of the Gods, I found myself in the body of Tongtian Cult Leader.
Looking out at the countless immortals gathering before Biyou Palace, I saw a horrific vision flash through my mind: the Jie School destroyed, its disciples wiped out.
The Investiture of the Gods? This time, I refuse to sign!
Yuanshi Tianzun sneered. “Tongtian, you defy the will of Heaven.”
Laozi said indifferently, “Your Jie School’s name belongs on the list.”
The two Western sages watched us like hawks.
I raised the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and pointed them at the heavens. “Today, I shall show this Primordial World
what it truly means to seize that single thread of possibility!” My fate is mine, not Heaven’s.
