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"The Dao Ancestor..."

Xuan Du murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his voice:

"I found this Chaos Bell myself."

"Your promise is now unnecessary."

Having said that, he smiled slightly, turned around, and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished in an instant from the ruins of Buzhou Mountain.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Daozu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the endless void and landing on the ruins of Buzhou Mountain.

It fell towards the vanished figure in green.

It fell towards the Chaos Bell that he had taken into his Purple Mansion.

A faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuation was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But if someone were nearby, they would definitely see that it was out of helplessness.

Or rather, it was a miscalculation.

Before the Great Tribulation, he had personally said that after the Lich Tribulation, the Chaos Bell would belong to Xuandu.

That was a promise.

It is ordained by the will of Heaven.

It is an unchangeable cause and effect.

At that time, he thought that the Chaos Bell would return to its master on its own, just like the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

He thought that although Donghuang Taiyi had perished, how could such a treasure as the Chaos Bell easily recognize a master?

Even if Xuandu wanted it, he would have to come to Zixiao Palace to beg him.

At that time, he can then take the opportunity to make some demands.

For example, those tens of millions of Wu clan children should not be left in the Jie Sect.

For example, the fortune of the Jie Sect cannot increase any further.

For example, one should not be too flamboyant about Xuandu.

But now?

Xuandu found the Chaos Bell on his own.

He subdued the Chaos Bell himself.

He incorporated the Chaos Bell into his Purple Mansion.

Throughout the entire process, she did not utter a single word to him.

Throughout the entire process, I didn't ask him for anything.

Throughout the entire process, he was not given a single opportunity to make any demands.

Hongjun's gaze darkened slightly.

He recalled the Lich War not long ago.

The two great formations self-destructed, the four saints were trapped, and Nuwa perished.

Xuandu proceeded with meticulous planning, leaving no stone unturned.

From the plan devised in the Pangu Palace to the appearance of Mount Buzhou.

From bombarding Nuwa to slaying immortals and imprisoning the Four Saints.

From relocating ten thousand immortals to demanding the seal and borrowing the cauldron from Zixiao Palace.

From mending the sky and supporting the heavens to now collecting the Chaos Bell.

Every step, every game, every piece.

All of them are interconnected and progressively build upon each other.

All of this was within his calculations.

But Hongjun was unaware that this involved a trip to the underworld and the refining of the Earth Book at Wuzhuang Temple.

What he saw was Xuandu returning the Qiankun Cauldron after mending the heavens, and then disappearing for a period of time.

As for where Xuandu went and what he did during that time, he couldn't deduce it.

The secrets of heaven are shrouded in chaos, a complete blur.

He assumed that the great calamity had just passed, the heavenly order was in disarray, and the deductions were unclear.

He never imagined that Xuan could deceive his senses.

How could a junior who has only cultivated for a few hundred years, who has already attained the Primordial Dao and broken through to the Second Heaven, possibly escape the detection of a Half-Step Heavenly Dao?

impossible.

Absolutely not.

So he didn't investigate further.

He simply assumed that Xuandu had gone into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation and refine the merits of mending the heavens.

As for why the merit of mending the heavens has not yet been refined, he was puzzled but did not think much about it.

After all, everyone has their own path.

Xuandu follows the path of Hunyuan, so it's understandable that he's unwilling to refine the merits of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable calm in the depths of those indifferent eyes.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of Jin'ao Island.

I looked at the figure in blue robes sitting cross-legged.

A faint hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Chaos Zhong entered the Jie Sect to suppress the destiny of the world.

The Jie Sect's fortune was already at its peak, and now with the Chaos Bell, it's like a tiger with wings, making it even harder to shake.

In the beginning, there was the Pangu Banner, which suppressed the destiny of the Chan sect and has remained intact through countless eons.

The Jieyin and Zhunti are associated with twelve-petaled golden lotuses of merit, which suppress the fortunes of the Western Paradise and ensure its enduring popularity.

Although Lao Tzu possessed the Tai Chi diagram, human teachings have been abandoned and the Qi (vital energy) has dissipated. The Tai Chi diagram is now merely an ordinary treasure, no longer capable of suppressing Qi.

Only the Heavenly Gate.

The leader of the Jie Sect, wielding the Zhuxian Sword Formation, was unparalleled in slaughter, and all immortals came to pay homage.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is a treasure for killing, not for suppressing.

Not only can it not suppress destiny, but because of its excessive killing and violence, it is prone to causing karma and inviting calamities.

Does Tongtian not know this?

he knows.

Do the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect not know this?

They know that too.

There's nothing we can do about it.

The three treasures of creation are: the Taiji Diagram in Laozi's hands, the Pangu Banner in Yuanshi's hands, and the Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hands.

Donghuang Taiyi is the emperor of the demon race and is irreconcilably opposed to the witch race. How could he hand over the Chaos Bell to someone else?

Therefore, the Jie Sect's billion-dollar gathering has no treasure to suppress destiny.

Although one's fortune is abundant, it is like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the tide, its gathering and scattering unpredictable.

until today.

The Chaos Bell fell into Xuandu's hands.

Xuandu is the vice leader of the Jie Sect.

If he obtains the Chaos Bell, then the Jie Sect obtains the Chaos Bell.

With the Chaos Bell suppressing their fortune, the Jie Sect's already extremely prosperous fortune will no longer be at risk of being lost.

It has endured countless calamities without being destroyed.

May it last forever.

Hongjun's gaze darkened slightly.

He thought of the Investiture of the Gods.

The will of Heaven is predetermined; there will be sages undergoing tribulations, gods and immortals engaging in battles, and the Investiture of the Gods will be issued.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect will face a calamity.

But now that the Jie Sect's fortune is so great, and it is suppressed by the Chaos Bell, how could Tongtian allow his disciple to face the tribulation?

How will the order of Heaven be maintained at that time?

How will the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods proceed?

Hongjun remained silent for a long time.

He slowly raised his hand, his sleeves fluttering slightly.

In the void, a scene slowly emerged.

In the scene, Jin'ao Island floats above the East China Sea, its aura radiating golden light, like countless golden dragons coiling and circling around it.

The abundance, intensity, and vastness of that fortune far surpassed the peak of the Jie Sect in its heyday.

Even if the fortunes of the Chan Sect, the Western Sect, and the Human Sect were combined, they would still be far less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of that of the Jie Sect.

The figure in blue robes sitting cross-legged was currently in seclusion deep within the cave on Lingyun Peak, cultivating in seclusion.

The Chaos Bell, suspended beside him, shimmered with chaotic light, subtly resonating with the golden light of destiny.

Hongjun gazed at the scene, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

a long time.

He spoke slowly, his voice devoid of sorrow or joy:

"Xuan Du..."

Do you know that what you gain today, you must repay tomorrow?

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Zixiao Palace has returned to its deathly silence.

......

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Deep within the palace, on a cloud bed, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged, his Qingping Sword Intent flowing like water, subtly resonating with the restrictions of the entire Jin'ao Island.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were deducing something, or as if he were waiting.

He had clearly seen the strange phenomena that filled the sky in the depths of the East China Sea just now.

Three thousand chaotic demon god phantoms, purple aura stretching across billions of miles, and golden lotuses blooming everywhere.

That is the highest honor bestowed by the Great Dao, a gesture of congratulations on your transformation.

Superior Chaos Demon God.

His disciple, Xuandu, has already reached this level.

Tongtian's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

With such a disciple, what worries do I, as a teacher, have?

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

It was Xuandu.

He landed before the cloud bed, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders, his aura contained as deep as an abyss, with not a trace of oppressive power leaking out.

But beneath that restrained exterior lies a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the heavens.

He possesses the background of a superior Chaos Demon God and the cultivation level of a second-level Primordial Great Luo.

Even if a sage were to appear before him, he could not possibly gain the slightest advantage.

Xuan Du bowed slightly, completing the bow completely:

"Master."

Tongtian opened his eyes.

The sword light shimmered in those eyes, reflecting Xuan Du's calm face.

He gazed at Xuandu, at the disciple he had raised, at the deputy leader of the Jie Sect who had attained enlightenment in a century, mended the heavens and supported the sky, and whose foundation had now reached the level of a superior Chaos Demon God.

His satisfaction was evident in his expression.

"it is good."

Tongtian spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying an undisguised hint of approval:

"Superior Chaos Demon God, Second Level of Primordial Grand Luo."

"You took that step very steadily."

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"Thank you for your praise, Master."

He paused, then raised his hand.

A chaotic light quietly emerged in the palm of his hand.

The light was initially very faint, but in just a moment it became as intense as the sun!

Amidst the radiance, a giant bell slowly materialized.

The bell is a chaotic color, about three zhang tall, with its mouth wide open. The illusory images of the sun, moon, and stars rotate on the bell's body, and the patterns of mountains, rivers, and peaks are clearly visible.

Furthermore, a faint, almost imperceptible chime emanated from deep within the bell, resonating deeply within the soul.

The Chaos Bell!

Tongtian's pupils suddenly contracted!

He suddenly stood up, his whole body radiating a chilling sword aura, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment!

"The Chaos Bell?!"