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Shouyang Mountain.

Eight Views Palace.

Laozi sat languidly on his cloud bed, his purple-purple Dao light dimmed like mist, and his withered face was now ashen.

He gazed at the strange phenomena that filled the sky in the direction of the East China Sea, at the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, at the purple aura that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and at the golden lotuses that bloomed all over the land.

Those once tranquil and indifferent eyes are now nothing but a bottomless gray.

"A superior-grade Chaos Demon God..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse like a vengeful ghost:

"He has actually reached such a level..."

He recalled those days.

When Xuandu joined the Jie Sect, he was just a junior member of the human race.

His father, the Supreme Sage, the true descendant of Pangu, was high above, overlooking the primordial world.

He never took this junior seriously.

But now?

Humanistic education has been abandoned, and the Kongtong Seal is gone.

As for Xuandu, he has spent a hundred years proving his Dao, mending the heavens and supporting the sky, and now his foundation has reached the level of a superior Chaos Demon God.

His father's cultivation level plummeted, and his path to enlightenment became bleak.

"puff!"

I coughed up a mouthful of purple-gold holy blood!

He swayed and collapsed onto the cloud bed, his aura completely disordered.

The last trace of color drained from that withered face.

Kunlun Mountain.

Jade Void Palace.

Yuanshi stood before the palace gate, his body radiating an ever-changing, luminous light, while the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hung above his head, its brilliance dimmed.

He gazed at the strange phenomena that filled the sky in the direction of the East China Sea, at the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, at the purple aura that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and at the golden lotuses that bloomed all over the land.

Deep within those eyes, which shone with a pure and ethereal light, lay an unfathomable gloom.

"A superior-grade Chaos Demon God..."

He spoke in a low voice, as cold as ancient ice:

"Xuan Du..."

"What exactly are you...?"

He couldn't continue.

Because he suddenly realized that he had never truly understood this person.

From preaching the Way on the shores of the East China Sea to attaining enlightenment and primordial unity.

From abolishing Laozi's teachings to beheading Nuwa, the Holy Mother.

From seizing the River Styx from the Sea of ​​Blood to devising a plan in the Pangu Palace.

From appearing at Buzhou Mountain to blasting Nuwa to death.

From trapping the Four Saints in the Zhuxian Sword Formation to removing the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect and the children of the Witch Clan.

From the two self-destructions to the demand for the seal and cauldron from Zixiao Palace.

Now, with the transformation of the feet, strange phenomena abound.

Every step, every game, every piece.

Every plan was meticulously calculated.

Everything was just right.

All of this has forced this Jade Purity Saint into such a predicament.

Yuan Shi slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a bottomless weariness deep within them.

Mount Sumeru.

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood side by side, gazing at the strange phenomena that filled the sky in the direction of the East Sea. Both of their faces were deathly pale.

"Amitabha......"

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

"The benefactor of Xuandu has already gained considerable influence..."

Zhunti remained silent.

He just stared intently at the strange phenomena filling the sky, at the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, and at the figure in green robes sitting cross-legged.

The Seven Treasures Tree trembled slightly in his palm.

He recalled Xuandu's last words before leaving Zixiao Palace.

"After I return from mending the heavens, I will settle the matter of cause and effect with you all in detail."

Let's carefully consider the cause and effect.

Now, the task of mending the sky has been completed.

The tunnel is now complete.

Now, Xuandu's foundation has reached the level of a superior Chaos Demon God.

When will he calculate it?

Underworld.

Before the seal of reincarnation.

Houtu stood with her hands behind her back, the Dao patterns of reincarnation flowing around her, and her beautiful face was full of smiles.

She gazed at the strange phenomena that filled the sky in the direction of the East China Sea, at the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, at the purple aura that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and at the golden lotuses that bloomed all over the land.

His eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu..."

She spoke softly:

"As expected, it didn't disappoint me."

Zhen Yuanzi stood beside her, his aura still weak, but deep within his clear eyes was a look of shock.

"A superior-grade Chaos Demon God..."

He murmured softly:

"How exactly did Fellow Daoist Xuandu manage to do that?"

Houtu smiled slightly:

"This person never does anything in vain."

"By taking Huang Zhongli as an apprentice and receiving feedback from him, success will naturally follow."

She paused, her gaze deepening slightly:

"Let's wait and see."

"His future achievements will be far more than this."

Wanshou Mountain.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree.

No one is empty.

But the towering ancient tree swayed slightly, its branches and leaves rustling softly.

It was as if they were congratulating them.

It was as if it were a blessing.

Deep in the East China Sea.

Yingzhou Island.

Xuan Du sat cross-legged, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean, with chaotic light flowing endlessly around him.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, lay a vast, unfathomable abyss.

He looked up at the sky.

Looking at the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, looking at the purple aura that stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, looking at the golden lotuses blooming all over the ground.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

"A superior-grade Chaos Demon God..."

He murmured softly:

"It's done."

As the two words fell, the three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms in the sky bowed in unison!

The purple aura that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles surged violently!

The golden lotuses blooming everywhere all face the same direction!

At this moment, the entire East China Sea was completely boiling!

Xuan Du slowly stood up.

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

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the strange phenomena filling the sky, at the congratulatory heavens and earth, and at the surging East China Sea.

His gaze was calm as still water.

But beneath that calm lies boundless passion.

Superior Chaos Demon God.

With this foundation, there will be no more bottlenecks in future cultivation.

Reaching the Great Primordial Nine Heavens is just around the corner.

The attainment of the Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal is also within reach.

As for that supreme Dao...

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked up at the heavens.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

The smile on his lips deepened even further.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

You wait.

The day I take that step will be the end of the era of the Heavenly Dao's supremacy.

That will be the day when the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man are in balance.

That will be the time when the primordial chaos is reshaped and all living beings are equal.

Xuandu slowly withdrew his gaze.

He turned around and took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Yingzhou Island in an instant.

Only the strange phenomena that filled the sky lingered for a long time.

......

Buzhou Mountain Site.

Above the void, a figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lowered, looking towards the place where the primordial pillar of heaven once stood.

Now, only ruins remain.

The mountain collapsed, rocks lay scattered, and the ice and snow that had remained unmelted for millions of years had long since evaporated. The backbone that supported the heavens and the earth was now broken into several pieces, lying across the void.

Although the chaotic currents have receded, the lingering aura of destruction still lingers, refusing to dissipate.

Those were the marks left after the two great formations self-destructed.

It is the place where the eleven ancestral witches and Emperor Jun and Taiyi perished.

It is the end of the Lich Wars.

Xuan Du's gaze was calm, but a faint trace of emotion flickered deep within that calm.

Not long ago.

Right here, the eleven ancestral witches and the nine phoenixes stood within the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, their blood and qi burning, pouring their bloodline power into the array diagram without reservation.

Right here, Di Jun Taiyi stood within the Zhou Tian Star Array, his dark golden solar true fire burning everything to ashes, the primordial essence of the stars burning to its extreme.

Right there, the two great formations detonated simultaneously, their destructive light enough to devour everything.

He stood in the sky, confronting the five saints.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation trapped the Four Saints, and he killed Nuwa with a single punch.

The shattered sacred body, the crumbling Creation Stone, and the desperate roar still seem to be right before my eyes.

Looking back now, it was only a few months ago.

Within a few months, the wilderness had been completely transformed.

The lich's reign ended, and humanity rose to power.

The earth passage is complete, and Houtu is freed from her predicament.

"The Creation Stone..."

Xuan Du murmured softly, his gaze falling into the depths of the collapsed mountain.

If it weren't for that scheme, if Nuwa hadn't perished, how could the Creation Stone have fallen into his hands?

Without the Creation Stone, how could we even begin to talk about mending the heavens?

Without the merit of mending the heavens, how could the human race's fortune have soared to this extent?

Everything is preordained.

Everything is within the game.

Xuandu slowly withdrew his gaze.

He came here not out of sentimentality.

It's for one thing.

Chaos Bell.