Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

Hong Jun had ordered the Saints to return to their respective Daoist Schools, forbidding them from intervening freely. Furthermore, Tongtian's Slaying Immortal Sword Formation was strictly prohibited from being deployed.

Yet Tongtian, proud and unyielding, refused to accept such humiliation without retaliation. Naturally, he would not swallow his anger.

After returning to Golden Turtle Island and pondering the matter for some time, he summoned Duobao and commanded him to raise the Heavenly Flower Falling Banner—a full nine zhang high. Every member of the Jie Sect, whether recorded disciple or direct disciple, was required to gather at Golden Turtle Island.

Tongtian's reasoning was simple: if the Slaying Immortal Formation couldn't be used, then why not deploy the Myriad Immortals Formation instead?

In any case, Tongtian was determined to prevent the Chan Sect from gaining any advantage, hence today's grand gathering of immortals!

Li Mingzhu, trapped in the North Sea, naturally noticed the Heavenly Flower Falling Banner being raised. Desiring to head to Golden Turtle Island, he found himself blocked until Tongtian sensed his predicament and extended a finger towards the East Sea, instantly breaking Laozi's seal.

"What does Laozi's decree have to do with me, Tongtian?"

The bonds of the Three Pure Ones had long been severed. The moment Tongtian shattered the seal, Li Mingzhu rushed toward Golden Turtle Island without delay.

With a quick thought, he already knew what Tongtian was planning—the Myriad Immortals Formation!

If not for the Myriad Immortals Formation, though the Jie Sect had already suffered considerable losses among its followers, the damage was not insurmountable, and its vitality could still recover. However, with the Myriad Immortals Formation, the Jie Sect was certain to crumble beyond redemption.

Though Li Mingzhu understood the trajectory of events, as well as their alignment with the Heavenly Dao's momentum, he dared not speak excessively.

After all, the decisions of Saints were not matters he could influence!

The only thing he could do was ensure his own survival within the Myriad Immortals Formation, avoid being captured by the two from the Western lands, and save as many members of the Jie Sect as he possibly could.

Beneath the Heavenly Flower Falling Banner, countless immortals began converging upon the East Sea!

Immortals from all corners of the Primordial World traversed the Five Lakes and Four Seas, the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, making their way to the East Sea!

"Hey, Old Ox! You've come too, huh?"

"With the Heavenly Flower Falling Banner's call, how could one dare not come?"

.....

"Oh? Fairy Hua?"

"Greetings, Daoist. May I ask where you're headed?"

"Spare me the formalities. Wherever you're going, this Fairy shall go as well!"

"Hahaha! It seems Fairy and this Daoist are headed in the same direction after all!"

.....

The tide of myriad immortals surged—a grand occasion indeed. Immortals called upon friends, and some fairies fell prey to the charm of gifted wandering Daoists. Yet tales of romantic serendipity were not uncommon!

However, such moments of jest and cleverness were confined to the outskirts of the East Sea. Upon entering, demeanor transformed—each immortal growing far more solemn and proper.

For the East Sea represented either their quest for enlightenment or their chance at rebirth; all of Tongtian's numerous acts of benevolence were etched deeply within their hearts.

Upon reaching Zhilan Cliff, the immortals seated themselves according to the arrangement from their past sessions of hearing the Dao. Though ages had passed, the rush cushions beneath Zhilan Cliff remained unchanged.

The immortals still remembered their designated seats clearly, none so much as misplaced.

From across the Primordial World, it took three days for the myriad immortals to converge upon Golden Turtle Island, their collective presence shaking the world to its very core. The tide of immortals was no mere exaggeration!

"Dong!"

The Dao Bell reverberated throughout Golden Turtle Island as a sudden violet mist emerged. Now standing atop Zhilan Cliff appeared Tongtian, clad in black robes.

"All immortals are present. Let us take this map and venture into the Primordial World together!"

Radiating killing intent, Tongtian wasted no time with words. He immediately unfurled the Myriad Immortals Diagram, and led by Duobao, the group of immortals each took their positions as they headed towards the banks of the Yellow River!

Tongtian gazed upon the gradually departing Myriad Immortals Diagram, a sharp gleam flickering within his eyes. "Primordial, this time, I shall not lose again!"

The Myriad Immortals Formation stood by the Yellow River's edge, a sight Jiang Ziya quickly caught wind of. However, lacking the courage to investigate alone, he waited for Randeng's arrival before venturing forth together to survey the scene.

The sight of the Myriad Immortals Formation left them both utterly shaken—immortals assembled in unparalleled numbers. Jiang Ziya had never witnessed such a spectacle in his lifetime.

As Jiang Ziya and Randeng pressed toward the reed pavilion, they noticed suspended flowers and vibrant decorations abounding, the air thick with fragrant aroma. They saw disciples of the Yuxu sect arriving to a welcome prepared with great reverence. The day's assembly regarding the Myriad Immortals Formation promised inevitable confrontation against mortal-affairs-induced calamity, before returning to original nature and enlightenment. Soon, Daoists from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks arrived laughing and clapping in unison.

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Wenshu Guangfa Heavenly Venerate, Universal Virtue Real Person, Ci Hang Daoist, Qingxu Moral True Lord, Taiyi Real Person, Spiritual Treasure Grandmaster, Daoist Heavenly Venerate, Ju Liusun, Yun Zhongzi—all the Daoists bowed respectfully to Ziya: "Today's gathering fulfills the 1,500-year cycle of tribulation."

The perfect return to the righteous path demands an unwavering mind and a composed spirit reciting the Huangting scripture.

Ziya took his seat within the pavilion and began discussing the causes behind the formation's deployment. Randeng remarked, "Let us wait for our masters. They are certain to have their rationale." The group fell silent, sitting upright and still.

Realistically, the Myriad Immortals Formation's sheer might had transcended their capability to counteract. Breaking the formation was no longer within their reach—it was all left to Primordial and the others to resolve.

Meanwhile, Jin Ling Saint Mother stood within the Myriad Immortals Formation, catching sight of the three flowers manifesting atop Randeng Daoist's head and ascending into the heavens, signaling the approach of Yuxu sect's Daoists.

She unleashed a rumbling thunderclap, testing the integrity of the Myriad Immortals Formation as smokey mist unfurled, revealing its full grandeur.

The immortals at the reed pavilion squinted, scrutinizing the scene intensely. What they saw was an intricate gathering of Jie Sect members of varied ranks—all kinds of wandering Daoists in the Three Mountains, Five Peaks, and Four Seas, each uniquely bizarre.

Randeng nodded and sighed to the gathering Daoists: "Only today do I realize Jie Sect possesses so vast a variety of talents. In contrast, our sect has merely a handful of outstanding individuals!"

The Xuandu Great Method reveals the singularity of Qingxu's teachings among our generation, truly distinct.

His words rang well, yet many of those present could see the truth—that some outwardly appeared honorable while inwardly orchestrating deceit and malice. Randeng himself was one such figure. For him to utter such words, one could not but wonder at the sheer audacity of his hypocrisy.