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Tongtian's thoughts raced, his gaze darkening slightly:

"If you have other conditions, negotiating with the Dao Ancestor this time will likely anger him."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"The Dao Ancestor is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and governs the order of the primordial world. Although he does not easily intervene in the disputes among the saints, he will not sit idly by if anyone goes against the general trend of the Heavenly Dao."

"Although you have a flawless plan, the Dao Ancestor is still the Dao Ancestor."

Have you thought this through?

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it conveyed an undisguised frankness.

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti."

"The four of them joined forces to set up a deadly trap, intending to completely wipe me out during the great calamity."

"I have already killed Nuwa, but the other four are still alive and well."

He paused, his gaze turning slightly cold:

"Are we just going to let this whole scheme against me go unpunished?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't speak, he just quietly looked at Xuan Du.

Xuandu continued:

"Throughout countless eons, cause and effect are intertwined."

"They sow the seeds, and they must bear the consequences."

"This disciple does not seek to exterminate them all, but if they are not taught a lesson and not made some compensation..."

"In the future, in the primordial world, won't everyone be able to plot against my Jie Sect?"

The last sentence, though not loud, was powerful and resounding.

After listening, Tongtian remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet it carried an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

"it is good."

Tongtian nodded:

"As expected of my disciple, Tongtian."

"If you suffer a loss, you should naturally seek revenge."

He paused, his gaze falling on Xuan Du:

"So, what kind of compensation are you planning to ask for?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du slowly uttered three words.

"Kongtong Seal".

As the three words fell, Biyou Palace fell silent.

Tongtian's pupils shrank slightly.

He gazed at Xuandu, his eyes flashing with sword light, and in an instant he understood the key to it.

Kongtong Seal.

A supreme treasure of humanity, an innate spiritual treasure, containing the essence of human destiny.

This treasure has existed since the dawn of humanity, carrying the past, present, and future of humankind.

The holder of this seal can control the fate of the human race and establish the legitimacy of the human emperor.

In the past, Lao Tzu established the religion of humanity, held the seal of Kongtong, and enjoyed the fortune of the human race, thus attaining sainthood.

But now the Human Sect has been abolished, and Laozi's foundation was damaged by Xuandu, causing his cultivation level to plummet to the early stage of the first heaven.

The position of leader of the People's Education Movement has long been a mere formality.

But the Kongtong Seal is still in Laozi's hands.

"Kongtong Seal..."

Tongtian repeated these three words in a low voice, his eyes gradually brightening:

"This treasure is the most precious treasure of the human race, and should rightfully be held by the common ruler of the human race."

"I am no longer the leader of the Humanist Cult, so what merit or ability do I have to continue possessing this treasure?"

He looked at Xuandu, his eyes full of approval:

"Alright! This is yours to take!"

Xuan Du nodded slightly:

"That's what I think too."

He paused, then continued:

"Moreover, Mount Buzhou collapsed, the sky crumbled and the earth caved in, and chaotic currents surged into the primordial world, causing immense suffering to all living beings."

"Although the Dao Ancestor sits high in the Zixiao Palace and holds the reins of the Heavenly Dao, he cannot personally intervene in matters of mending and supporting the heavens."

"Someone must use the Creation Stone to mend the chasm in the sky and the four limbs of the Black Tortoise to support the four poles."

Tongtian nodded:

"good."

"The Creation Stone is in your hands, and the Xuan Turtle is under the tutelage of my Jie Sect."

"This matter cannot be done without you."

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"In that case, I'll make some requests, and I'm sure the Dao Ancestor will understand."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian frowned slightly:

"But the Kongtong Seal is ultimately in Laozi's hands."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants you to mend the heavens, he can order Laozi to hand over the Kongtong Seal."

"But are you sure the Dao Ancestor will speak up for you?"

Xuan Du's smile remained unchanged upon hearing this.

"Rest assured, Master."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet resolute:

"The Dao Ancestor will agree."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly:

"Oh? How so?"

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, gazing beyond the palace and at the celestial mark that stretched across the nine heavens.

"Because the Dao Ancestor had no choice."

His voice was calm, and his words were clear:

"The celestial marks spread, and chaotic currents surged into the primordial world, causing billions of lives to perish every moment."

"If the heavens are not mended, the primordial world will surely perish."

"At that time, the order of Heaven will collapse, the cycle of Earth will be out of balance, and all living beings in the human realm will perish."

"Even the Dao Ancestor, who was one with the Dao, was powerless to reverse the tide."

He paused, his gaze shifting slightly to Tongtian:

"And only the disciple can mend the sky."

"Only the Black Tortoise can hold up the sky."

"The Creation Stone is in the hands of this disciple, and the Xuan Turtle is under the tutelage of the Jie Sect."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants to mend the heavens, he must negotiate terms with his disciples."

After listening, Tongtian remained silent for a long time.

Then he clapped his hands and laughed.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The laughter was hearty and resounded throughout the palace.

"With such a disciple, what has a teacher to worry about?"

After he finished laughing, his gaze fell on Xuan Du, carrying a hint of inquiry:

"So, how do you plan to speak with the Dao Ancestor?"

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"I will consider it carefully."

Tongtian nodded and asked no further questions.

He slowly raised his hand, and the phantom image of the Qingping Sword quietly appeared in his palm.

The sword gleamed with a clear light, reflecting in his deep eyes.

"Go."

The heavens opened their mouths, their voices calm:

"Your master is on Jin'ao Island, waiting for your return."

Xuan Du nodded emphatically and bowed deeply.

"This disciple takes his leave."

The words fell.

He slowly turned around and took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

......

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, a purple aura lingered.

Before the Purple Cloud Palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly, like countless ribbons hanging down.

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, the Dao Ancestor.

His gaze fell, piercing through the endless void, descending to the lower realm.

It fell upon the spreading celestial marks, upon the chaotic torrents surging into the primordial wilderness, upon the countless fallen lives.

His gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

It was Xuandu.

He stood before the Purple Cloud Palace, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His aura was restrained and deep, and the Chaos Pearl slowly circulated deep within his Purple Mansion, concealing all the secrets of heaven.

But when faced with the gray figure before him, he made no attempt to conceal himself.

There's no need to cover it up.

Because it can't be hidden.

Xuan Du slowly bowed, completing the bow completely:

"Xuan Du pays respects to the Dao Ancestor."

Hongjun did not turn around.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the spreading celestial marks below, his voice calm and unwavering:

"You've arrived."

The three words fell without sorrow or joy, without anger or power.

It was as if Xuandu's arrival was something he had expected.

Xuandu straightened up, standing three zhang behind Hongjun, and nodded slightly:

"Yes."

Hongjun remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly turned around.

Those indifferent eyes fell on Xuan Du.

A supreme being who is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, who rules over the primordial world, and who surpasses all saints.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly met Xuan Du's gaze.

Hongjun looked at him for three breaths.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"The artifact to mend the heavens is in your hands."

It's not a question, but a statement.

Xuan Du nodded:

"Yes."

"The Creation Stone is in the hands of this disciple."

"The Black Tortoise of the North Sea is a disciple of the Jie Sect."

Hongjun nodded slightly:

"good."

He paused, his gaze slightly lifting to fall on the spreading marks in the sky:

"The celestial marks spread, and chaotic currents surged into the primordial world."

"If the heavens are not mended, the primordial world will surely perish."

"Since you possess the means to mend the sky, you should use it to mend the sky."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du slowly nodded:

"What the Dao Ancestor said is absolutely right."

"This is precisely why I have come here."

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes still indifferent:

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised frankness.

"The Dao Ancestor".

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"It is perfectly acceptable for your disciple to mend the heavens."

"But there is something I don't understand, and I would like to ask the Dao Ancestor."

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly:

"speak."

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back and slowly said:

"Nuwa has perished, and the Creation Stone has been obtained by my disciple."

"The Black Tortoise of the North Sea has been a disciple of my Jie Sect for a hundred years."

"The materials for mending the heavens are all in the hands of this disciple."

"The task of mending the sky cannot be accomplished by anyone but your disciple."

He paused, slightly raising his gaze to meet Hongjun's indifferent eyes:

"But this disciple is taking action for the sake of the billions of living beings in the primordial world, and to ensure that the order of Heaven is not lost."

"Not for personal gain."

"In that case, what does the Dao Ancestor think I should do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, silence fell over the area in front of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze still indifferent.

Yet, deep within that indifference, a faint ripple flickered.

"Are you negotiating with me?"

Hongjun spoke, his voice devoid of sorrow or joy.

Xuan Du shook his head slightly and said calmly:

"Laozi, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti."

"The five saints joined forces to plot against me during the Great Calamity."

"Now, apart from Nuwa, the other four saints have suffered no losses."

"If we don't teach them a lesson and demand some compensation, won't everyone be able to scheme against Xuandu?"

"Doesn't that mean everyone can scheme against my Jie Sect?"