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"Xuan Du".

The Dao Ancestor slowly spoke:

"You have been a teacher of the human race, established the martial arts, and gathered fortune; this is a meritorious deed."

"However, you are also at fault in what happened today."

"Using billions of humans as a shield to force the demon court to abdicate is not the right way."

"Considering this is your first offense and there were extenuating circumstances, you will not be severely punished."

The Dao Ancestor paused, his voice turning cold:

"From this day forward, for the next ten thousand years, you shall not initiate any further large-scale conflict with the Demon Court."

"Such methods must not be used again to coerce the masses and disrupt the primordial order."

"otherwise......"

Daozu slightly raised his eyes and looked at Tongtian:

"Tongtian, you have failed in your duties as a teacher and should be punished as well."

The Master of Heaven remained unmoved and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Disciple understands."

Seeing that Xuandu remained silent, Tongtian immediately looked at him and said in a deep voice:

"Xuan Du, why haven't you thanked the Dao Ancestor yet?"

However, Xuan Du did not move.

He remained standing there, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his expression calm, as if he had not heard his master's words.

All the saints' eyes instantly focused on him.

A cold glint flashed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Lao Tzu's ancient face was devoid of joy or sorrow, his gaze indifferent, as if he were deducing the secrets of heaven.

Nuwa frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the amusement in each other's eyes.

Could it be that Xuandu is truly dissatisfied with the Dao Ancestor's handling of the matter?

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi felt a chill run down their spines.

The Dao Ancestor has spoken, merely stating that one must not initiate large-scale conflicts for ten thousand years; such a punishment is as light as a feather.

Xuan Du didn't even kowtow to express his gratitude. Did he intend to push his luck?

The twelve ancestral witches also had different expressions.

Dijiang stroked his giant axe and grinned, saying:

"This kid has some nerve."

Houtu's eyes were clear as she gazed at Xuandu's calm profile, a premonition rising in her heart.

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi, however, had sweaty palms.

Master, what are you doing?

The Dao Ancestor personally resolved this matter, which is already an immense favor. Why not express your gratitude?

The millions of kneeling humans dared not raise their heads, feeling the invisible holy might growing heavier, pressing down on their blood and making their souls tremble.

In a short time.

All eyes were on Xuan Du.

Whether it was doubt, sarcasm, worry, or indifference.

however.

Xuandu, however, seemed completely unaware.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the back of the Tongtian Master, over the cold face of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, and over the various expressions of the saints...

Finally, the image settled on the indifferent eyes of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"The Dao Ancestor".

Xuan Du finally spoke, his voice calm yet clearly piercing through the stagnant air:

"Disciple, there is still one matter unresolved."

These words shocked the heavens and the earth!

Tongtian's expression changed slightly, and he whispered:

"Xuan Du! How dare you be so insolent!"

Yuanshi Tianzun sneered and stood by with his hands in his sleeves.

Lao Tzu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he were pondering something.

Nuwa sighed softly and shook her head.

The light in Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes shone even brighter.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's hearts pounded wildly.

Xuandu was indeed unwilling to give up!

Hongjun Daozu looked at Xuandu quietly, his face remaining calm and expressionless.

He did not get angry, nor did he urge him.

They simply watched quietly, as if waiting for Xuan Du to continue.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart.

He knew that speaking now would mean truly breaking ties with the Demon Court, leaving no room for maneuver.

But he knew even more clearly that if they did not fight now, the human race would forever remain the lowest level of prehistoric life, forever relying on the pity and charity of others to survive!

Today, he will not only seek revenge for the blood debt owed to those ten dead disciples.

Furthermore, we must take this opportunity to establish an ironclad rule for all races in the primordial world.

Humans are not to be trifled with!

"The Dao Ancestor".

Xuan Du spoke again, his voice suddenly turning sharp:

"The demon race slaughtered thirty-seven tribes of my human race, extracted their blood to forge swords, leaving no trace of their bodies—this is a blood feud!"

"Just now, Donghuang Taiyi, right in front of his disciples, used the Chaos Bell to kill ten of my Jie Sect disciples!"

"Such actions are no longer ordinary fighting; they are a complete contempt and trampling of my Xuandu, my Jie Sect, and my human race!"

Every accusation was made, every word dripping with blood.

Donghuang Taiyi's face turned ashen, and he said sternly:

"Xuan Du! Stop distorting the truth! Those ten people were clearly you!"

"Donghuang Taiyi".

Xuan Du suddenly turned his head and looked coldly at Donghuang Taiyi:

"Are those ten people disciples of my Xuandu sect? Do they inherit my martial arts? Do they recite my name?"

Donghuang Taiyi paused, then gritted his teeth and said:

"So what if it is?"

That's it.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked back at Hongjun Daozu, his tone turning sorrowful and indignant:

"May the Dao Ancestor bear witness!"

"Donghuang Taiyi, at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, ruthlessly slaughtered ten mortal disciples with no cultivation whatsoever!"

"If such atrocities are not severely punished, what justice can be found in this primordial world?"

"What face does the Jie Sect have left to stand on?"

What hope is left for humanity?

He bowed deeply, his voice resounding through the heavens:

"This disciple humbly begs the Dao Ancestor to uphold justice!"

"I demand justice for my ten disciples who died tragically!"

"We demand justice for the millions of innocent souls who died unjustly!"

After he finished speaking, the world fell silent.

Only Xuandu's sorrowful and resolute voice still echoed in the void, striking the hearts and minds of every living being.

The three men, including Suirenshi, trembled all over, tears streaming down their faces.

The blood of billions of humans surged, and flames blazed in their eyes!

Master... is seeking justice for them!

For them, as insignificant as ants, they demand an explanation from the high and mighty Demon Emperor and the Dao Ancestor who reigns supreme over all things!

The Master of the Heavens looked at Xuan Du's retreating figure with a complex expression, and finally sighed softly, saying nothing more.

The sarcasm in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes deepened, as if he were watching a joke.

Lao Tzu kept his eyes closed, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

Nuwa lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the matter.

And Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor...

A barely perceptible ripple finally appeared deep within his indifferent eyes.

He gazed at Xuandu silently for a long time.

So long that Donghuang Taiyi could hardly contain himself, and so long that cold sweat seeped from Dijun's palms.

at last.

Hongjun Daozu slowly spoke:

"Xuan Du".

The voice remained calm and still, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"What do you want?"

Four words: plain and unremarkable.

But to Xuandu's ears, it sounded like heavenly music!

The Dao Ancestor...did not directly refuse!

There is a play!

Xuan Du suppressed his overwhelming joy, took a deep breath, and slowly straightened up.

The gaze shifted to Donghuang Taiyi, finally settling on the ancient, massive bell in his hand.

Chaos Bell.

A supreme innate treasure, suppressing all ages, and establishing the order of the universe.

This bell is the most precious treasure that Donghuang Taiyi was born with, and it is also one of the greatest reliances of the Demon Court in intimidating the prehistoric world.

If possible...

A glint flashed in Xuan Du's eyes, and he spoke clearly, word by word:

"What this disciple asks for is not much."

"Only one piece."

He raised his hand, pointing to the Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand:

"This is the bell."

"I offer the Chaos Bell as a sacrifice to the souls of my ten disciples."

"With the Chaos Bell, we establish the ironclad rule that humanity cannot be bullied!"

"boom!!!"

These words shook the heavens and the earth!

The Chaos Bell!

That's a supreme innate treasure!

It is one of the three treasures of creation, with unfathomable power, capable of suppressing destiny, and is a powerful artifact that even saints would envy!

How dare Xuandu ask for this item?

Is he crazy?