Chapter 1

In July, Tan City lived up to its reputation as a furnace.

Even at around nine in the evening, the heat was still so intense that it made people feel restless and irritable.

Especially when sitting in this small convenience store, which was less than ten square meters, it was even more unbearable!

Xu Ji cursed and threw his phone down.

"Terrible teammates, not a single one knows how to play, are they all elementary school kids?!"

"Less than ten minutes, and I'm already stuck at the fountain!"

"Damn!"

He completely ignored the data displayed on the phone screen.

In just a short time, his character, Xiao Bai Li, already had a 0-7-1 record!

Anyone who saw it would gasp in shock and exclaim, "How terrifying!"

He also ignored the string of insults from his teammates on the screen, cursing his ancestors.

All he knew was that he had lost the game and was very unhappy!

He walked to the ice cabinet, took out a can of soda, and drank it greedily.

After finishing the soda, Xu Ji plopped back into his seat.

"This boring life..." he muttered, "When will there be some excitement?"

Saying this, he slowly closed his eyes and dozed off in the chair at the convenience store.

Xu Ji is twenty-four years old and has been out of college for two years.

From a young age, he has always been conventional.

His height is neither tall nor short, his body is neither fat nor thin, his face is neither ugly nor handsome, and his grades are neither good nor bad.

The only thing worth mentioning is that he always follows the rules!

From a young age, he has never run a red light, and when he found money on the street, he would immediately turn it over to the police.

So, he attended an ordinary second-tier university and majored in the then-popular computer science.

After graduating from college, he worked at a large internet company.

Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary young man.

Lacking virtue and fortune, he could not enjoy the benefits of his boss.

So, after half a year, he had to slink back home with his tail between his legs.

Seeing him idle all day, his parents handed him the family convenience store.

They didn't expect him to make money; they just wanted him to support himself and not be a burden.

Thus, this small convenience store became Xu Ji's workplace and home.

He only occasionally went home.

At first, Xu Ji quite liked this life.

However, gradually... the monotonous life day after day, year after year, made him feel numb.

Lying around for too long, he also wanted to move around.

But in today's world, even if young people want to work hard, where can they do so?

The electric fan blew, and Xu Ji gradually fell asleep in the cool breeze.

...

The vast East Sea, with endless blue waves.

In the depths of the ocean, immortal mountains and divine islands stood tall.

Beneath the blue waves, countless huge and terrifying skeletons could be faintly seen scattered on the seabed.

Some skeletons were so large that parts of them protruded above the sea surface.

There was no doubt that this place was a forbidden area!

It was the pillar that supported the sky, the root of the earth that remained unchanged through countless calamities!

In ancient legends, this place had another unique name: Jin'ao Island!

The Jin'ao Island of the Ten Celestial Lords.

The Daoist sanctuary of the True Immortals of the截教 (Jie Jiao)!

Unfortunately, now on Jin'ao Island, there are no traces of the Celestial Lords or the True Immortals.

The past has vanished like smoke, and the future has collapsed.

It has been a thousand years since the calamity of the Sealing of the Gods.

The fate of the heavens is set and cannot be changed!

Only the faint light on Jin'ao Island continues to flow, as if telling the story of its former glory.

"A sigh!" echoed through the blue waves.

On Jin'ao Island, immortal light shone, and the shadow of a palace quietly appeared.

Thus, the essence of Yu Chen formed a mist, and the purple smoke of Qing Yun transformed into flowers.

Thus, the jade glow shone, the golden light flowed, and the beauty was condensed, forming the divine.

Thus, the creation was endowed with divine beauty, and the virtue extended to the nine heavens.

Biyu Palace!

The sanctuary of the Holy One, descended here!

But this sanctuary, like Jin'ao Island, is lonely and cold.

The numerous immortals of the Jie Jiao, who once gathered here, are now either reduced to ashes, their souls no longer existing, or scattered far and wide, their lives out of their control.

The Holy One of Biyu Palace is also confined to the sanctuary, no longer appearing in the world.

It seems as if the heavens, the people, and all things... no longer concern him!

"I have failed you!" The Supreme Master Tongtian sighed, not for the first time.

He looked at Jin'ao Island.

He seemed to see the Ten Celestial Lords sitting and discussing the Dao on the island.

He also seemed to see his various disciples coming to him, bowing to him.

Duobao, as always, would be the first to come to him.

As the eldest sister, Jin Ling always protected the mischievous female disciples, so she usually waited outside for the second and third generation female disciples to arrive safely.

Wudang would always follow Jin Ling.

Gui Ling was always slow, and when everyone else had arrived, she was still on her way.

At this time, Wuyun Xian would go out to meet Gui Ling.

They had a million-year friendship, and even before they took human form, they had sworn to be brothers.

Jingou Xian Ma Sui would always tell jokes to divert attention from Gui Ling's tardiness, so she wouldn't be scolded.

Pilu Xian would already be taking the opportunity to sell the pills he had recently refined to the arriving disciples.

This simpleton had once vowed to refine a pill that could protect the souls of the second and third generation disciples who fell in calamities, ensuring their true spirits would endure.

The four disciples, Qiushou Xian, Lingya Xian, Jin Guang Xian, and Chang Er Ding Guang Xian, were always the most filial, bringing the treasures they had recently found.

The grand scenes of the past are still vivid in his mind.

That is why the current desolation is so heart-wrenching.

The Supreme Master Tongtian took a deep breath and barely suppressed his inner hatred and anger.

He knew and understood.

He could no longer act impulsively.

Because...

He is the last hope and support for the surviving disciples.

For a thousand years, he has repeatedly reviewed the great calamity of the past.

But every time, it ends in a dead end.

No matter how he maneuvered, he could not escape the outcome of his disciples' demise and his solitary existence.

Because his opponents are not just one.

But three.

The two from the West, with their schemes.

His two senior brothers, watching closely.

The only one he could persuade and ally with is the owner of the Snail Palace, but she has long been disheartened by the great calamity of the Witches and Demons, and like him, spends her days reviewing the dead end of that calamity.

In such a situation, where is there any hope?

Even if he could go back to the day when the three sects signed the Sealing of the Gods list, he would still be helpless!

At most, he could barely avoid being humiliated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Array and save some face.

But if so, how could he face the spirits of his disciples?

"A sigh!"

The sigh echoed in the forbidden area of the East Sea.

Advance and lose, retreat and lose.

He could only confine himself to Biyu Palace, isolated from the world.

Do as you please.

Just don't harm my disciples!

The shadow of Biyu Palace slowly faded.

Jin'ao Island once again returned to peace.