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Yuanshi suddenly opened his eyes!

He suddenly looked up and gazed beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!

At the end of the purple aura, high above the nine heavens, the purple aura lingers.

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates remained tightly shut.

Before the palace gates, the gray figure stood with his hands behind his back.

His white hair fell to his shoulders, his face was ancient, and his eyes were indifferent.

Hongjun Daozu!

His gaze fell upon the four saints shrouded in purple aura.

It landed on the destructive light that was about to engulf everything.

It landed on the tilted and crumbling Buzhou Mountain.

His gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy.

"teacher......"

Yuanshi spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

Before he could finish speaking...

The purple aura suddenly vanished!

The four saints felt a blur before their eyes, and the void around them twisted violently!

next moment.

Thirty-three heavens away, in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Four figures slowly materialized.

Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, Zhunti.

They all stood in front of the Zixiao Palace.

A chaotic current flowed slowly beneath my feet.

Behind them, the gates of the Zixiao Palace were tightly shut.

In front of him, the gray figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Alive.

survived.

Yuanshi's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fear and relief of surviving the ordeal, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you so much, teacher, for saving my life!"

Laozi, Jieyin, and Zhunti all bowed deeply, their voices hoarse:

"Thank you so much, teacher, for saving my life!"

Hongjun did not turn around.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Zixiao Palace, his gaze lowered, piercing through the endless void and falling to the lower realm.

It fell towards that battlefield that was about to be destroyed.

It fell towards the tilted and crumbling Buzhou Mountain.

It fell towards the gradually dissipating light of destruction.

a long time.

Hongjun spoke slowly.

"The Lich King's Cataclysm...is over."

The sound faded.

There was a deathly silence in front of the Zixiao Palace.

......

Jin'ao Island, above Biyou Palace.

Xuandu stood alone in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His gaze pierced through billions of miles of void, landing in the direction of Mount Buzhou.

There, the light of destruction finally began to fade.

But beneath that dissipating light, Mount Buzhou had completely tilted.

The celestial pillar, formed from the spine of Pangu, is crisscrossed with cracks. The ice and snow that had remained frozen for millions of years have long since evaporated, and rocks are falling and crashing into the void below.

It's going to collapse.

Mount Buzhou is about to collapse.

Xuan Du's gaze remained calm, but a slight sigh escaped his lips.

Even though his appearance completely changed the course of the Lich War.

Even if Di Jun and Tai Yi did not die at the hands of the Wu Clan, but instead detonated the great formation and perished together with the Ancestral Wu.

Even if Gonggong hadn't angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, but instead perished in the formation along with the other ancestral witches.

But the ending remained unchanged.

The eleventh Ancestral Witch has perished.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi perished.

The Demon Court was destroyed.

The Witch Clan... is now only left with the tens of millions of young men he recruited into the Jie Sect.

And in the underworld, there is that pale yellow figure who governs reincarnation.

Houtu.

She should have sensed it by now.

Sensing the presence of his eleven elder brothers, he completely dissipated into the world.

Sensing the remaining will of the Father God Pangu, it returned to nothingness with the collapse of the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons.

Sensing that Mount Buzhou was about to collapse and that the primordial world was about to undergo a cataclysmic upheaval, the heavens and the earth were about to shatter.

"Vice Leader."

Duobao's voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of solemnity.

Xuan didn't even turn around.

He simply gazed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, at the gradually dissipating light of destruction, and at the collapsing pillar of heaven.

"Is everything settled?"

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"Yes."

Duobao nodded:

"All the young warriors of the Wu tribe have been settled on the immortal islands surrounding Jin'ao Island, and the great shamans such as Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu, and Chi You have been properly settled."

"Though there were those who were injured, none of them were in mortal danger."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He slowly raised his hand.

Chaotic martial arts runes quietly appeared in his palm.

The runes trembled slightly, and an invisible martial will quietly spread out, instantly covering the entire Golden Turtle Island.

On the island, the newly relocated Wu tribe youths all looked up.

They sensed it.

I sensed the comfort and...protection contained within that will.

Xing Tian stood on a celestial island, his murderous aura still lingering, his axe and shield held across his chest, his gaze fixed intently on the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

He saw it.

I watched as the light of destruction gradually dissipated.

I saw the tilted and crumbling Mount Buzhou.

I saw the figure in green standing above Jin'ao Island.

He suddenly understood.

Xuan Du... saved them.

They saved the last bloodline of the witch clan.

And the Ancestral Witches... perished.

Xing Tian slowly closed his eyes.

The axe and shield drooped.

He knelt on one knee and kowtowed heavily towards Jin'ao Island.

Behind them were Xiang Liu, Chi You, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Hou Yi, Kua Fu...

Tens of millions of Wu tribe sons knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed deeply to the figure in green.

silent.

But it was deafening.

Xuandu sensed it.

He didn't turn around.

He simply gazed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain and slowly spoke.

"The Lich King's Cataclysm... its end is sealed."

As for the fact that Hongjun Daozu saved the four saints, Xuan was not surprised at all.

This was exactly as he had predicted.

Nuwa's demise was the limit that Heaven could bear.

The Heavenly Sages, whose true spirits reside in the Heavenly Dao, are immortal and indestructible—this is an ironclad law that has existed since the beginning of time.

With the Heavenly Dao nurturing her from the source, after three to five cycles, she can naturally reassemble her sacred body and return to the primordial world.

But what if the Four Sages also perish?

Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, Zhunti.

The four Heavenly Saints entrusted their true spirits to the Heavenly Dao.

If they were to perish here at the same time, the depletion would be enough to damage the very essence of the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, after the fall of the Four Sages, the landscape of primordial sages will be completely rewritten.

Tongtian Duzun, the Jie Sect is the only one that is supreme.

The second level of the Primordial Chaos Realm in Xuandu, the ancestor of martial arts, with boundless fortune.

With master and apprentice working together, who can stop them?

The Earthly Path is guarded by Houtu, who is entangled with Xuandu in karma and has always been on good terms with him.

At that time, the balance between the Way of Heaven, the Way of Earth, and the Way of Humanity will be disrupted.

The primordial order will inevitably be thrown into chaos.

This is not what Hongjun wanted to see.

Therefore, the Four Saints must live.

Even if Yuanshi set a trap to kill Xuandu, even if his father had a blood feud with Xuandu, even if Jieyin and Zhunti coveted the destiny of the Jie Sect—they all had to live.

This is the way of Heaven.

This is order.

This is Hongjun's stance as the Dao Ancestor, who is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao.

Do not reward based on joy, nor punish based on evil.

We only weigh the pros and cons, and only maintain the balance.

Xuandu had foreseen this step long ago.

Therefore, he was not surprised when Nuwa fell.

Therefore, when the Four Saints were trapped in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, he did not take the opportunity to make a move.

Therefore, he moved away the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect and the young men of the Wu Clan, but left only the eleven Ancestral Witches and the Nine Phoenixes in the formation.

Because he knew that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would intervene.

They made their move at the very last moment before the Four Saints were about to perish.

Now, things have turned out exactly as I predicted.

"Vice Leader."

Duobao's voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of barely suppressed doubt:

Why did Hongjun Daozu save them?

"Yuanshi set a trap to kill you, Laozi has a grudge against you, and Jieyin and Zhunti covet the fortune of my Jie Sect."

"These four saints are all enemies of my Jie Sect."

"If the Dao Ancestor saves them, wouldn't that be...?"

Duobao paused, not finishing his sentence.

The implication was clear.

Xuandu slowly turned around.

He looked at Duobao, at this senior disciple of the Jie Sect, at those eyes filled with doubt and resentment.

"Duobao".

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"If the Four Sages perish here, what will become of the primordial world?"

Duobao was taken aback.

He pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"With the fall of the Four Saints, only Master remains as the Heavenly Saint."

"The Jie Sect is dominant, the human race is at its peak, and Di Dao is on good terms with his master."

"At that time, the Jie Sect will be revered in the prehistoric world."

Xuan Du nodded:

"What about Hongjun Daozu?"

Duobao's pupils constricted slightly.

He got it.

Only Master remains of the Heavenly Saints, making the Jie Sect the sole authority.

At that time, although Hongjun Daozu will be in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao's order will be out of balance, and his authority will inevitably be damaged.

This is not what the Dao Ancestor wanted to see.

"I see......"

Xuan didn't say anything more.

He simply turned around and looked towards Buzhou Mountain once more.

There, the light of destruction finally dissipated completely.

But beneath that dissipating light, Mount Buzhou had completely tilted.

The pillar of heaven is about to collapse.

The Milky Way will overflow.

"Vice Leader."

Duobao's voice rang out again, this time with a solemn tone:

"Mount Buzhou is about to collapse."

Xuan Du nodded.

He knew that Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Pangu, supporting the primordial world.

If it collapses, the sky will tilt to the northwest, the earth will sink to the southeast, and the waters of the Milky Way will overflow and flood the wilderness.

At that time, countless lives will be lost, and immeasurable calamities will ensue.

But Xuan Du's gaze remained calm.

Because this is the moment he has been waiting for.

It began with inviting the Black Tortoise of the North Sea to join the Jie Sect as a protector.

They went to the battlefield just now and seized the Nuwa Creation Stone.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

Mount Buzhou collapsed, causing the sky to fall and the earth to cave in.

The merit of mending the sky, the virtue of supporting the sky.

Both of these immeasurable merits were ultimately absorbed into the Intercepting Sect's possession.