"This damned Yu Yuan!"
The typically composed Nanji Immortal suddenly cursed out loud, losing his cool.
With his level of Dao Xing Realm, he was supposed to remain unfazed even if Mount Tai were crumbling before his eyes, but at this moment, the events he was experiencing were breaking through his mental defenses, leaving him somewhat at a loss.
He snatched the blank scroll from Randeng Taoist's hand, inspecting it over and over again. But no matter how many times he flipped through the scroll, it was to no avail.
"How could this happen?"
Nanji Immortal staggered back two steps in despair, bumping into Randeng Taoist's mount, the plum blossom Immortal Crane, almost tripping and falling to the ground.
As the eldest disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, the Sect Hierarch of the Chan Sect, he was all too aware of the importance of both the Investiture of the Gods and the Divine Beating Whip.
