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The thought that it might attract the attention of Dao Ancestor Hongjun startled Xuandu.

Although he was not afraid of the saints, he still had some apprehension when facing the Dao Ancestor who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and had looked down on the prehistoric world for billions of years.

Such a treasure as the Chaos Pearl involves too much karma.

Once the aura is leaked, Zixiao Palace will surely sense it.

If Hongjun were to arrive in person at that time, the situation would be completely out of control.

"It can't be refined any further."

Xuan Du's eyes narrowed, and he made a decision immediately.

With a flick of his sleeve, the primordial Daoist aura around him completely subsided, and the chaotic light quietly disappeared.

The Chaos Pearl in his palm trembled slightly, as if unwilling, but still obediently transformed into a stream of chaotic energy, which entered the depths of his brow dantian.

The bead remains damaged, with cracks yet to heal.

However, the chaotic Daoist essence originating from before the creation of the world has already subtly merged with Xuandu's own martial arts laws.

Although it has not been completely refined, it has already recognized its master.

"Buzz..."

As the Chaos Pearl was put away, this void space constructed of restrictions began to tremble violently.

The ripples on the edge of the barrier grew denser and their color faded rapidly, as if they were about to collapse completely at any moment.

Xuandu did not linger.

He took a step forward, his figure as swift as lightning, instantly passing through the ripples of space and returning to the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Behind him, the restrictions completely collapsed.

The endless chaotic energy flowed back and merged into the blood sea's malevolent energy, leaving no trace whatsoever.

It was as if everything just now was an illusion.

Xuandu stood atop the blood-red waves, his green robes fluttering slightly, the primordial Daoist energy flowing naturally, quietly isolating him from the surrounding filth and malevolent energy.

He raised his eyes and looked up at the sky above the sea of ​​blood.

His divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering billions of miles.

The River Styx has departed, and the Sea of ​​Blood has returned to deathly silence.

Only the churning waves of blood and the ever-present malevolent aura tell of the filth and desolation of this place.

"It's time to go."

Xuan Du muttered to himself, no longer hesitating.

With a slight thought, he completely concealed his aura.

The Daoist aura of the Primordial Great Luo receded like the tide, the martial arts runes disappeared, and even the immense, ocean-like blessing of fortune was completely contained.

At this moment, he appeared as ordinary as a mortal.

He seemed to be just an ordinary Taoist priest in blue robes on the shore of the East China Sea.

"Whoosh."

A crack silently appeared in the void.

Xuandu stepped in, and his figure instantly disappeared into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

When it reappeared, it was already on the coast of the East China Sea.

......

The shores of the East China Sea are the ancestral home of humankind.

The Martial Arts Monument stands majestically, with the two characters "Martial Arts" shimmering on its surface. A crimson-gold halo rises and falls like the tide, illuminating the entire sky with brilliance.

The area beneath the monument was packed with people.

Billions of human beings sat cross-legged, their blood and qi resonating like dragons, their will converging like the sea.

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi took turns sitting in front of the stele, their voices like booming bells, expounding the true meaning of martial arts and analyzing the key points of cultivation.

"The way of martial arts lies in tapping into one's own potential and tempering one's qi, blood, and will."

"The human body is like the universe, acupoints are like stars, qi and blood are like rivers, and willpower is like a pillar of heaven."

"The path of cultivation is about constantly breaking free from the shackles of the physical body and surpassing one's own limits..."

Suirenshi's aged yet resolute voice, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, penetrated the depths of every human being's heart and soul.

Below, hundreds of millions of people listened with rapt attention.

Many people were radiating a crimson-gold aura, showing faint signs of a breakthrough.

After a century of preaching, the human race's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds.

There are over ten thousand True Immortals, nearly a million Celestial Immortals, and quite a few Mysterious Immortals and Golden Immortals as well.

Even more remarkable are the three individuals like Suirenshi, who received personal instruction from Xuandu and reached the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortals, becoming pillars of the human race.

Martial arts have become an unstoppable trend.

The human race has risen to prominence.

"Buzz..."

Just as Suirenshi was saying, "Will is like a sword, capable of cutting through all laws."

A barely perceptible yet extremely familiar aura quietly descended from the depths of the void.

Suirenshi's words came to an abrupt end.

He looked up abruptly, his old eyes flashing with unbelievable surprise!

"Master...?!"

At the same time, Youchao and Ziyi also sensed something and looked up at the sky above the Heavenly Stele.

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes had quietly taken up atop the Heavenly Stele.

Her green robes fluttered slightly, her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face was calm, and her eyes were as deep as the starry sea.

If it's not Xuandu, then who is it?

"Master!!!"

The three members of the Suiren clan stood up almost simultaneously, their voices trembling slightly with excitement.

They hurried forward, bowed deeply beneath the monument, their eyes filled with reverence and fervor.

Below, billions of humans were initially taken aback.

Immediately, a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupted!

"It's Master!"

"Master is back!"

"Greetings, Master!!!"

The roar was like a tidal wave, the blood and qi were like a dragon, and the will was like a sword, soaring into the sky!

The entire coastline of the East China Sea was completely abuzz with excitement at this moment!

Countless humans were moved to tears, and they all stood up and bowed in respect towards the Heavenly Stele.

Although Xuandu never personally visited the temple during his century-long sermons, the true essence of his martial arts has long been imprinted deep within the bloodline of every human being.

He was the teacher of the human race.

He was the one who guided the rise of the human race.

It is also the immortal faith of humanity!

Xuan Du stood atop the Heavenly Stele, his gaze sweeping over the millions of excited and expectant faces below, a warmth spreading through his heart.

A century of fighting, a century of planning.

Isn't this exactly what they've been planning?

Humanity became independent, and martial arts flourished.

No longer need to be dependent on any sect or power.

No longer will they have to become food for others and be slaughtered at will.

Get up.

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm yet clearly reaching the ears of every human.

"Disciple respectfully welcomes Master's return!"

The three members of the Suiren clan were the first to stand up, their voices choked with emotion.

Billions of people also looked up, their eyes filled with fervor and awe.

Xuan Du nodded slightly, took a step forward, and his figure was already beneath the Heavenly Stele.

He looked at the three members of the Suiren clan, his gaze gentle:

"Thank you for your century of preaching."

Suirenshi hurriedly shook his head:

"It is my honor to be able to share my master's burdens and contribute to the human race!"

Youchao grinned:

"Master, look! There are now over ten thousand True Immortals among the human race, nearly a million Celestial Immortals, and quite a few Profound Immortals and Golden Immortals as well!"

"Martial arts have become the dominant force!"

Ziyi's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, yet they held an unprecedented firmness:

"Master, the human race... has truly stood up."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du nodded slowly.

He could clearly sense the immense and boundless humanitarian will emanating from the shores of the East China Sea.

Blood and qi surge like a tide, fighting spirit soars like a dragon, indomitable and everlasting.

This is no longer the weak and feeble human race of the past.

Rather... a truly awakened new race from the primordial era!

Before long, when the total amount adds up, I should be able to break through to a new level.

"very good."

Xuan Du said softly:

"Humanity has earned its current status through its own efforts."

"The path of martial arts has no end."

"Your continued efforts are needed in the future."

The three members of the Suiren clan nodded emphatically, their eyes shining even brighter.

Xuan Du said no more and turned to look at the towering Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

On the monument, the two characters "武道" (Martial Arts) shimmer with light, and faint patterns of the Great Dao appear.

Furthermore, a vast and boundless aura of humanity emanates from the monument, resonating with the lifeblood of hundreds of millions of people and connecting with the earth's veins along the East China Sea coast.

This stele has become a treasure of human destiny.

Suppress the ancestral land of humanity, and protect the immortal destiny of humanity.

"The Heavenly Stele has been improved a lot more."

Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the stele.

The instant my palm touched the monument.

"Buzz!"

The Heavenly Stele trembled violently!

On the monument, the two characters "Martial Arts" shone brightly, and the crimson-gold halo rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

Even more so, an incredibly clear sense of closeness, dependence, and even... filial piety emanated from the stele and surged into Xuandu's mind.

This Heavenly Stele was originally formed by him using his own martial will, primordial Dao rhythm, and the merits of the Heavenly Dao.

Having been nourished by the blood and spirit of hundreds of millions of people and resonating with their will for a century, it has long been full of spirituality.

Sensing Xuandu's return, they were naturally overjoyed.

Don't rush.

Xuan Du smiled slightly, and the primordial Daoist energy flowed from his palm, slowly infusing into the stele.

"Now that I've returned, I'll give you another... upgrade."

The words fell.

With a slight thought, the chaotic-colored martial arts rune deep within his Purple Mansion shone brightly!

Endless martial arts essence surged forth, transforming into countless intricate chaotic Dao patterns, which flowed into the Heavenly Stele through the palm.

It was none other than Xuandu's martial arts insights after breaking through to the Hunyuan Daluo realm.

"Click, click..."

On the surface of the Heavenly Stele, the original reddish-gold patterns began to change.

The color gradually deepens, becoming increasingly chaotic.

The patterns became increasingly mysterious, vaguely suggesting the creation of heaven and earth and the evolution of all things.

Furthermore, an unprecedented, profound, and overwhelming martial arts pressure emanated from the monument!

Below, billions of humans felt a sense of unease.

Deep within their bloodline, that resonance originating from the very essence of martial arts... was sublimated once again at this moment!