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Xuan Du bowed slightly, his voice calm:

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for saving your disciple the trouble of traveling."

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent, and he remained silent.

Yet, beneath that indifference, a faint hint of complexity flickered.

This kid even thought of this step.

His earlier statement about going to the Four Saints' Dojo to settle scores was merely a way of forcing himself to make a statement.

He forced himself to hand over the Four Saints.

He had no other choice.

Because the artifact used to mend the sky was in his hands.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Laozi suddenly looked up and stared at the figure in green outside the palace gate, his pupils shrinking sharply!

The door opened!

The gates of Zixiao Palace have opened!

The palace gate, which had been tightly closed since the beginning of time, slowly opened before Xuandu!

What does this mean?

This means that the Dao Ancestor allowed Xuandu to enter!

This means that the Dao Ancestor recognized Xuandu's qualifications!

This signifies the attitude of the Dao Ancestor.

He was standing on Xuandu's side!

"No!"

Lao Tzu roared, his voice hoarse, and suddenly stood up!

But the next moment.

An invisible pressure descended silently from outside the palace gates.

The oppressive aura was extremely faint, so faint that it was impossible to detect unless one consciously sought it.

But wherever that oppressive aura passed, the purple-purple Dao light around Laozi suddenly froze!

His body trembled violently, his legs went weak, and he collapsed back onto the prayer mat!

"teacher."

Lao Tzu looked up at the gray figure outside the palace gate, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror!

Hongjun did not turn around.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, gazing indifferently at the distant Tianhen, as if the oppressive aura from just now had not come from him.

Yuan Shi's face turned ashen.

He stared intently at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded endless composure.

He slowly clenched his hands together inside his sleeves.

The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hung above his head, vibrating with a buzzing sound.

But in the end, he did not make a move.

Because it is not possible.

Because they dare not.

Because a gray figure was standing quietly outside the palace gate.

That was the Dao Ancestor.

It is a supreme being who is in harmony with the Way of Heaven and who rules over the primordial world.

By opening the door and letting Xuandu in, he was essentially giving his tacit approval to everything Xuandu did.

If we were to make a move now, it would be to defy the Dao Ancestor.

The consequences of defying the Dao Ancestor...

The Primordial Beginning dared not even imagine it.

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low, sorrowful voice.

"Amitabha."

He slowly closed his eyes, cracks spreading across his golden body, but he no longer had any intention of fighting.

Zhunti remained silent.

He just stared intently at Xuan Du, at those calm eyes, at the faint curve of his lips.

The Seven Treasures Tree trembled slightly in his palm, and the speed of his brushing almost stopped.

Because he knew it wouldn't work.

He couldn't sway the Dao Ancestor's attitude.

Xuandu slowly took a step.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He stepped over the threshold of Zixiao Palace and entered the palace step by step.

The footsteps were very light.

But with each step, the slight sound of footsteps resounded like thunder in the hearts of the four saints!

step.

Lao Tzu's face turned even paler.

Two steps.

The primordial celestial light surrounding Yuanshi was violently disordered.

Three steps.

Three more cracks appeared on the golden statue of the guide.

Four steps.

The radiance of the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's palm completely dimmed.

Five steps.

Xuandu stood before the four saints.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

That gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy, anger or power.

It was just calm.

But beneath that calm, there seemed to be a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the heavens and overturning the primordial world!

The four saints felt a chill run down their spines simultaneously.

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Fellow Daoists, how have you been?"

As the four words fell, a deathly silence descended upon the Purple Cloud Palace.

Lao Tzu's face turned deathly pale, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, staring intently at him, his eyes flashing with a wild, ethereal light, but he ultimately remained silent.

The guide lowered his head and eyes, chanting the Buddha's name without ceasing.

Zhunti lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du's smile deepened even further.

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 enveloping the entire Zixiao Palace!

The four saints all paled!

That willpower was incredible!

It was so powerful that even these Heavenly Saints felt a chill to the bone!

Was this the same will that Nuwa faced before her demise?

"Xuandu!"

Yuan finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"What are you going to do about it?!"

Xuan Du's gaze shifted slightly and landed on him.

"how?"

He shook his head slightly.

"Why ask a question you already know the answer to, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi?"

"During the Great Tribulation, you laid a trap, joining forces with the Four Saints to besiege and kill me."

"This is the reason."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the four saints:

"Today, this disciple has come to ask for some fruit."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zixiao Palace fell silent.

Lao Tzu suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and fear:

"You're going to kill us?!"

Xuan Du shook his head:

"Don't kill."

Laozi was taken aback.

Xuandu slowly said:

"Killing you would disrupt the balance of Heaven and plunge the primordial world into chaos."

"Though I am not talented, I do not wish to be the one who disrupts the primordial world."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"But if we don't teach you a lesson..."

"In the future, in the primordial world, won't everyone be able to scheme against me, Xuandu?"

"Wouldn't that mean everyone could scheme against my Jie Sect?"

The four words fell like a thunderclap!

My face turned even paler.

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth:

"Then what do you want?!"

Xuan Du's gaze shifted slightly and landed on him.

"Kongtong Seal".

As the three words were uttered, the Purple Cloud Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Lao Tzu's whole body trembled violently!

He stared intently at Xuan Du, the hatred in his eyes almost tangible:

"you......"

"Don't even think about it!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du suddenly smiled.

The laughter was soft, yet carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"Fellow Daoist Laozi."

"The Humanist Church has been abolished, and you are no longer its leader."

"The Kongtong Seal is a supreme treasure of the human race and should rightfully be held by the common ruler of the human race."

"What merit or right do you have to continue possessing this treasure?"

Lao Tzu's face turned ashen:

"This treasure has been with me for billions of dollars; our hearts and souls have long been intertwined..."

Xuandu interrupted him:

"So what?"

The four characters fell like ancient ice.

Lao Tzu paused in his speech.

Xuandu slowly raised his hand and pointed outside the palace gate:

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

"Without the Creation Stone to mend the heavens, the primordial world would surely perish."

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

He paused, his gaze shifting slightly to Hongjun:

"May the Dao Ancestor bear witness, your disciple has mended the heavens of the primordial world, and your merit is immeasurable."

"We seek this Kongtong Seal as a treasure to safeguard the destiny of the human race."

"It's only natural."

The last four words were spoken with resounding force.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, looking at him indifferently.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"good."

The single word fell like a decree from the Great Dao.

Lao Tzu trembled violently, his face turning ashen!

He stared intently at Hongjun, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"teacher......"

Hongjun did not look at him.

The sound was calm and still.

"The Kongtong Seal, given to Xuandu."

Lao Tzu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The last trace of color drained from that withered face.

He slowly raised his hand, and a golden halo quietly appeared in his palm.

Within the halo of light, a precious seal slowly materialized.

The seal is square, golden in color, and the knob is carved into the shape of a human figure with clear and lifelike features.

On the seal, patterns of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars flow, and the phantoms of billions of human beings faintly emerge, some farming, some fishing and hunting, some offering sacrifices, and some waging war.

It is the Kongtong Seal!

Humanity's most precious treasure!

The fate of humanity rests upon them!

Lao Tzu stared intently at the precious seal in his palm, his eyes filled with reluctance and unwillingness.

But he knew he had no choice but to pay.

The Dao Ancestor has spoken.

If one does not hand it over, one will be going against the Dao Ancestor.

He dared not imagine the consequences of defying the Dao Ancestor.

Lao Tzu slowly closed his eyes.

A flash of golden light appeared in his palm.

The Kongtong Seal transformed into a stream of light and fell into Xuandu's palm.

Xuandu clenched his five fingers.

The golden seal lay quietly in his palm.

Warm, heavy, carrying the breath and prayers of billions of people.

His gaze lowered slightly as he looked at the precious seal in his palm, a faint smile slowly curving his lips.

It became.

Kongtong Seal.

A treasure of the human race.

From this day forward, it belongs to the human race.

It belongs to Xuandu.

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked at Laozi.

Laozi's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, his purple-purple Dao light completely dimming.

Those eyes no longer held any semblance of tranquility or inaction; only a bottomless abyss of despair and hopelessness remained.

The People's Education System has been ruined.

Saint Christie is damaged.

The Tai Chi symbol is gone.

Now, even the Kongtong Seal is gone.

What does he have left?

I don't know.

All he knew was that from this day forward, he would no longer be the Taiqing Saint who held sway over the Human Religion and enjoyed the fortune of the human race.

He was merely a fallen saint whose foundation was damaged, whose realm had plummeted, and whose treasures had all been lost.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He slowly turned around and looked at Yuanshi.

The pupils of the primordial beings contracted slightly.

He stared intently at Xuandu, his body radiating a wildly flowing Jade Purity Immortal Light, while the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hovered above his head, humming and trembling.

"Xuan Du".

He gritted his teeth and spoke, his voice hoarse:

"I've already given you the Kongtong Seal, what more do you want?!"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"What's the rush, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi?"

His voice was indifferent:

"The Kongtong Seal belongs to Laozi, not you."

"Your bill..."

He paused, the smile on his lips deepening.

"It's not over yet."