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Suirenshi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart, and bowed, saying:

"Please enlighten me, Master!"

The Youchao clan and the Ziyi clan also bowed in unison.

"Please enlighten me, Master!"

Xuan Du looked at the three of them but did not speak immediately.

He slowly raised his hand.

A golden light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The light was extremely dazzling, extremely warm, and extremely vast.

Where the light passed, the void trembled slightly, the laws resonated faintly, and even the martial arts essence on the celestial monument seemed to sway gently at that moment.

The merit of mending the sky.

The pupils of the three Suirenshi members slightly contracted.

They stared intently at the golden light, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The merit of mending the sky!

That was the immeasurable merit that Master gained after mending the heavens!

That is a supreme gift that can cause any cultivator's cultivation level to skyrocket!

That's... something that Master has never used!

"Master!"

Suirenshi lost his voice:

"What are you going to do?!"

Xuan Du looked at him and smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of knowing that something had already been planned.

"I have no use for this merit of mending the heavens."

"Seventy percent of it is integrated into the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, making it easier for humans to cultivate martial arts."

"The remaining 30% is for you."

Upon hearing this, Suirenshi trembled violently!

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Master wants to share the merits with them!

That is Master's merit!

That was the merit earned by Master through his desperate efforts to mend the heavens!

That's enough merit to make Master's cultivation level skyrocket!

But Master doesn't need it; he wants to give it to them!

"Master!"

Suiren knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice hoarse:

"What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve such a great favor from my master!"

The Youchao clan and the Ziyi clan also knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Please, Master, withdraw the merits!"

"We disciples will break through on our own!"

Below, billions of humans watched this scene, gazing at the figure in blue standing atop the Heavenly Stele, and at the dazzling merit of mending the heavens.

Countless people's eyes welled up with tears.

That is the Master's merit.

That was something Master risked his life for.

But Master doesn't need it; he wants to give it to the Third Ancestor.

He helped the Third Ancestor break through to Quasi-Saint level.

Make the human race stronger.

"Master..."

Someone murmured softly, their voice choked with emotion.

Xuan ignored those gazes.

He simply lowered his eyes, looking at the three people kneeling on the ground, at their bloodshot eyes, and at their aged yet resolute faces.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"stand up."

Suirenshi looked up at him.

Xuandu said:

"You are my disciples, if I don't give it to you, who will I give it to?"

"I don't need this merit, so it's perfect for you."

"Stop dawdling, get ready to break through."

The three members of the Suiren clan exchanged a glance, their eyes glistening with tears.

They nodded emphatically, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and concentrated, their blood and qi slowly circulating throughout their bodies, and the true meaning of martial arts swirling around them.

Xuan Du looked at the three of them, his gaze slightly narrowed.

He slowly raised his hand.

In his palm, the golden merit of mending the heavens trembled slightly.

"go."

The word fell.

The merit of mending the sky was divided in two.

Seventy percent transformed into a shower of golden light that fell into the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.

The Heavenly Stele trembled violently, and the martial arts essence on its body suddenly surged, its crimson-gold radiance becoming three times more intense than before!

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, countless humans felt their blood and qi suddenly circulate faster, and the true meaning of martial arts that they could not comprehend on ordinary days became several times clearer at this moment!

"Thank you, Master!"

Billions upon billions of people knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Xuan didn't even turn around.

He looked at the remaining three-tenths of the merit in his palm and pointed.

San Cheng transformed into three golden streams of light, which plunged straight into the bodies of the three people!

"boom!!!"

The three of them experienced a sudden surge of energy and blood!

The sheer volume, density, and vastness of that vital energy surged into the sky in an instant!

Three crimson-gold beams of light shot up from the three people's bodies, piercing straight into the heavens!

Within the pillar of light, Suirenshi's beard and hair stood on end, and his blood and qi danced wildly like a dragon!

Youchao's face was resolute, his bones cracked and popped, and every muscle was trembling wildly!

Ziyi's aura was gentle, but beneath that gentleness lay a terrifying power capable of tearing through the void!

The merit of mending the heavens has entered my body!

Endless power surged into their limbs and bones like a tidal wave!

That power is transforming their bodies, tempering their blood and qi, and elevating their will!

break!

Break through the limits of the physical body!

Break free from the shackles of Qi and blood!

Break through the barrier of will!

Suirenshi looked up to the sky and roared!

The roar was so loud, so domineering, so exhilarating that it shook the heavens!

A crimson-gold halo slowly formed around him!

The halo hung behind his head, its radiance flowing, and the true meaning of martial arts lingered within it!

Martial arts quasi-sage!

The first halo!

Youchao followed closely behind!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a burst of crimson-gold light flashed in his pupils!

A punch was thrown!

His fist's energy surged like a dragon, soaring straight to the heavens!

Wherever that fist energy passed, the void shattered and the laws of nature became disordered!

The power of a single punch is astounding!

The second Martial Arts Quasi-Saint!

Ziyi slowly opened her eyes.

She didn't let out a long howl, nor did she throw a punch.

He just sat there quietly.

But at that moment, his aura suddenly surged!

The magnitude and speed of the surge were so great that everyone who sensed it trembled with fear!

The third Martial Arts Quasi-Saint!

All three broke through at the same time!

At the top of the Heavenly Stele, three crimson-gold halos hung in the void, shining brightly together!

The light was so dazzling, so vast, so domineering that it instantly enveloped the entire coastline of the East China Sea!

Enveloping billions upon billions of people!

Enveloping the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele!

Below, countless people knelt on the ground, gazing up at the three figures suspended atop the Heavenly Stele.

Those eyes were filled with awe, fervor, and pride.

Those are the Three Ancestors!

Those were the three ancestors of the human race!

That was the first saint approved by the human race!

Congratulations to the Third Ancestor!

The sound waves surged like a tide, shaking the heavens:

"Congratulations to the Third Ancestor!"

The three members of the Suiren clan slowly rose to their feet.

They looked down at their hands.

Within the palm, the flow of Qi and blood is ceaseless, and every wisp of Qi and blood contains boundless power.

They looked up and gazed at each other.

His eyes were filled with excitement, emotion, and gratitude.

Turn around.

I looked toward the figure in blue standing atop the Heavenly Stele.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

Deep within those eyes, as calm as an ancient well, lay a sense of contentment.

"Okay," he said calmly.

"The quasi-saint has been achieved."

"The human race finally has its own quasi-saints."

The three members of the Suiren clan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xuan Du raised his hand and gently swept it, a soft force lifting them up.

Get up.

He looked at the three of them, then suddenly changed the subject:

"What are your plans next?"

Suirenshi was taken aback, then said:

"This disciple wishes to continue cultivating and strive to attain the Great Luo Dao as soon as possible... no, to attain the peak of Quasi-Saint Dao, so as to share Master's burdens."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du gently shook his head.

"Need not."

Suirenshi was stunned.

Xuandu gazed at him, at Youchao, at Ziyi, and slowly spoke:

"You are already quasi-saints, that's enough."

"Further improvement requires time and opportunity; it cannot be done overnight."

"Instead of shutting yourself away for ascetic practice, why not do something else?"

Youchao couldn't help but ask:

"What does Master mean?"

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

Looking out at the vast and boundless primordial land, looking out at the countless human tribes scattered in various places.

"Take a look down here."

He pointed to the billions of humans beneath the Heavenly Stele:

"Of all these people, apart from those with good aptitude, the rest, even if they cultivate for another thousand or ten thousand years, will only amount to nothing."

"Due to limitations in aptitude, it cannot be forced."

The three members of the Suiren clan remained silent.

Of course they know.

The path of spiritual cultivation is inherently cruel.

For one in billions of people to produce a great immortal is a stroke of good fortune.

What remains is destined to be mundane.

Xuandu continued:

"Ordinary people don't necessarily have to cultivate themselves."

"They can farm, hunt, weave, build houses, have children, and propagate their tribe."

"These things are more important than spiritual practice."

The three members of the Suiren clan exchanged a glance, their eyes thoughtful.