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Wanshou Mountain.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Ancient pines reach for the sky, and the cries of cranes echo.

Before the mountain gate, a couplet is engraved on both sides of the stone gate:

"The abode of immortals who live forever, the home of Taoists who live as long as the heavens."

Horizontal scroll:

May you live a long and prosperous life.

Behind the mountain gate, a winding blue stone path leads up to the temple.

Along the path, rare herbs and exotic flowers and fruits grow in abundance, and countless rare birds and animals roam freely, unconcerned about strangers.

This is the first blessed land in the primordial world, the ancestral Daoist site of the Earth Immortals.

Xuandu stood alone before the mountain gate, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on the couplet, the horizontal inscription, and the Wuzhuang Temple at the end of the blue stone path.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Zhen Yuanzi..."

He murmured the name and took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished in an instant before the mountain gate.

......

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree.

A figure in a green robe sat cross-legged, with a thin face and three long wisps of beard flowing down his chest. His aura was ethereal and profound, blending seamlessly with the heavens and earth.

It was Zhen Yuanzi.

The ancestor of earthly immortals, sharing the same ruler with the world.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were meditating or contemplating something.

His body was enveloped in a Daoist aura that subtly resonated with the ginseng fruit tree behind him.

Thirty ginseng fruits hung from the branches of the tree, each one resembling a three-day-old infant, complete with limbs and facial features, swaying in the wind among the leaves and emitting a refreshing fragrance.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuan Du landed beneath the ginseng fruit tree, gazing at the figure in green robes sitting cross-legged, and bowed slightly:

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

Zhen Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear as water and deep as an abyss, reflecting Xuan Du's calm face.

He gazed at Xuandu, at the Vice Leader of the Jie Sect who had attained the Dao of Hunyuan in a century, mended the heavens, and annihilated Nuwa.

His gaze was calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke slowly, his voice ancient and clear, yet carrying a serene indifference to worldly affairs:

"I've heard so much about you."

As the two words fell, the ginseng fruit tree branches swayed gently, and the thirty ginseng fruits trembled slightly, as if welcoming this uninvited guest.

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist."

He stood with his hands behind his back under the tree, his gaze sweeping over the towering ancient tree, over the thirty strange fruits shaped like babies, and over the figure in a green robe sitting cross-legged.

"What a blessed and tranquil place!"

Xuan Du spoke, his voice carrying a hint of approval:

"No wonder you can enjoy a life of luxury here, free from worldly affairs and disputes."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet tinged with self-mockery:

"Free and easy?"

He gently shook his head:

"They're just hiding in Longevity Hill, barely scraping by."

"During the great eon, the saints will fall, and the quasi-saints will be as insignificant as ants."

"Though I am the ancestor of all earthly immortals, what am I to a sage?"

He raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu:

"But you, fellow Daoist, have attained enlightenment in a hundred years, mended the heavens and supported the sky, annihilated Nuwa, and forced the Four Sages to retreat."

"Such a feat is beyond my reach even if I were to build another multi-million dollar club."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly.

He gazed at Zhen Yuanzi, at those clear yet deep eyes, at that gaunt yet weathered face.

He saw it.

Deep within those eyes, I saw a faint trace of... resentment.

The billion-dollar gathering is trapped at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Watching one junior after another attain sainthood, he himself was still unable to take that step.

Are you willing to accept this?

Not reconciled.

But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?

To attain the status of a sage, one needs the primordial purple energy, the approval of the Heavenly Dao, and immeasurable merit.

He did not.

He has nothing.

He had only one book, one ginseng fruit tree, and one Wuzhuang Temple.

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Fellow Daoist, do you know why I have come today?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was slightly taken aback.

He looked up at Xuan Du, and a faint hint of complexity flashed in the depths of his clear, water-like eyes.

Xuandu liked to invite people to join the Jie Sect, a fact known throughout the prehistoric world.

The Black Tortoise of the North Sea was invited to join the sect and became a protector of the Jie Sect.

The same applies to Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the Styx.

One after another, one after another.

His spiritual practice went smoothly, and the fortune of the Jie Sect blessed him.

Especially the North Sea Black Tortoise, which mended the sky and supported the heavens this time. Its four legs were broken but its true spirit remained. The merit of mending the sky was added to its body, and its true spirit was transformed and sublimated.

Such an opportunity is the envy of countless creatures in the primordial world.

Now, Xuandu comes to Longevity Mountain, to Wuzhuang Temple, and to the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

For whom?

He was Zhen Yuanzi.

Thinking of this, a hint of helplessness appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face.

The helplessness was subtle, yet it carried a sense of calm at having been seen through.

He spoke slowly, his voice ancient and clear:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, have you come to invite me to join the Jie Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly.

I never imagined my reputation would turn out like this.

That makes sense, though. Every time I visit someone else's dojo, I'm always invited to join the Jie Sect.

Thinking of this, he did not answer immediately, but just quietly looked at Zhen Yuanzi, at that thin face, and at those clear yet deep eyes.

a long time.

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"How do you know, fellow Daoist?"

Zhen Yuanzi gently shook his head:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu likes to invite people to join the Jie Sect; this is common knowledge throughout the prehistoric world."

"The Black Tortoise of the North Sea, the Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the Styx River."

"One by one, these great masters were invited by you to join the Jie Sect."

"Now, fellow Daoist, you have come to Longevity Mountain, to my Wuzhuang Temple, and to my Ginseng Fruit Tree."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Xuan Du:

"If it wasn't to invite me to join their religion, then why?"

Xuan Du's smile deepened after hearing this.

He did not deny it, but simply nodded slightly.

"Fellow Daoist, you truly have discerning eyes."

"Indeed, that is why I came here."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's expression of helplessness deepened.

He sighed softly and pointed to the towering ancient tree behind him:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, please take a look."

Xuandu looked in the direction he was pointing.

The ginseng fruit tree is lush and verdant, with thirty ginseng fruits swaying gracefully among its branches and leaves, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

The tree roots are deeply embedded in the earth, connected to the veins of Longevity Mountain and the vital energy of the primordial land.

The entire Wuzhuang Temple and the entire Longevity Hill are all enveloped by this ancient tree.

"This tree is an innate spiritual root that existed since the beginning of chaos."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke slowly, his voice ancient and clear:

"I used this tree as a foundation to build the Wuzhuang Temple, establish the path of the Earth Immortals, and protect all living beings in this region."

"At the billion-dollar gathering, I cultivate myself under this tree, I contemplate enlightenment under this tree, I... live freely under this tree."

He turned his gaze and looked towards Xuandu:

"Why am I able to live so freely?"

"Because of the earth book."

He raised his hand, and a yellowish-brown halo quietly appeared in his palm.

Within the halo of light, an ancient scroll slowly appeared.

The book is an earthy yellow color, and on the cover, there are flowing patterns of mountains and rivers, and the illusory shadows of the sun, moon and stars rotate, with endless earth vein energy swirling around it.

Ground book!

Zhen Yuanzi's companion spirit treasure, a fundamental treasure that is one with the world!

"The Earth Book is connected to the primordial earth veins and communicates with the earth's energy veins."

Zhen Yuanzi gazed at the Earth Book in his palm, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"I used this book to set up a grand formation, covering Longevity Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple."

"On the day the formation is completed, if anyone attacks me, the power of their attack will be transferred to the primordial earth veins through the Earth Book."

"The stronger the attack, the stronger the transfer capability."

"At that time, the person who made the move will have to bear the immense karmic consequences of attacking the primordial earth veins."

He raised his eyes, looked at Xuan Du, and a slow smile appeared on his lips:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, do you know how great that karmic debt is?"

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

Zhen Yuanzi continued:

"The primordial earth veins support the reproduction of all living beings and sustain the mountains and rivers."

"If someone shatters the earth's veins, the earth's energy will be unbalanced, mountains and rivers will collapse, rivers will change course, and countless lives will be lost."

"Such consequences are something even a sage cannot bear."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Therefore, although I do not have the status of a saint, no one dares to attack me."

"Even if a sage were to arrive in person, he would have to consider whether he could bear the immense karmic consequences."

"This is the source of my confidence in running a multi-billion dollar club."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ginseng fruit tree branches swayed gently, as if echoing his words.

Xuan Du was naturally unsurprised.

The power of moral blackmail is not just a name.