Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Upon hearing this, Jieyin gently shook his head.

The head-shaking motion was very light, yet it carried a calmness that suggested a profound understanding of the world.

"Junior brother."

He spoke slowly:

"If the foundation is gone, you can find another one."

"When fortune dissipates, it can be gathered again."

"But what if the person is gone..."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Everything is gone."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti trembled violently.

He looked at Jieyin, at the bitterness and helplessness that appeared on the face of the billionaire.

A chill suddenly ran through me.

The person is gone.

Everything is gone.

Senior brother is talking about Xuandu.

It was this young man in blue robes standing before me.

If they don't hand it over today, Xuandu will never let them off the hook.

At that time, let alone the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, it is uncertain whether the two brothers will even live to see tomorrow.

Nuwa's fate is imminent.

Zhunti slowly closed his eyes.

The last trace of color drained from that gaunt face.

a long time.

a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a bottomless grayness in them.

He raised his hand.

A golden light quietly appeared 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 golden lotus slowly blooms.

The lotus is divided into twelve grades, each containing boundless merit, and each petal flowing with innate Daoist charm.

The golden lotus hung in the void, gently rotating and scattering golden light across the sky.

Wherever the light passed, the waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool rippled gently, lotus flowers bloomed in profusion along the banks, and the entire Mount Sumeru seemed to be bathed in auspiciousness.

The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit.

The fundamental treasure for suppressing the fate of Western religions.

Zhunti gazed at the lotus in his palm, his eyes filled with reluctance, heartache, and despair.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

This lotus, which accompanies the two brothers and their multi-million dollar association, is the foundation of the Western religion's incense offerings and their supreme treasure for saving sentient beings.

Now, it's time to hand it over.

Zhunti took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and looked up at Xuandu.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robes slightly fluttering, his gaze calm as he looked at him.

There was no sorrow or joy, no anger or power in that gaze.

It was just calm.

But beneath that calm lies an undeniable certainty.

Zhunti slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse like a vengeful ghost:

"Xuan Du..."

"This lotus is for you."

The words fell.

His palm trembled.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit transformed into a golden stream of light and fell into Xuandu's hand.

Xuandu clenched his five fingers.

The golden lotus lay quietly in his palm, its twelve petals slowly swirling, scattering golden light across the sky.

Warm.

Heavy and substantial.

Carrying the incense and vows of the billion-dollar society, and the devout prayers of countless disciples of the Western Sect.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the lotus in his palm, a slow smile curving his lips.

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

The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit.

I got it.

With this lotus in hand, and by using Mosquito Daoist's Devouring Divine Power to refine it, the vast innate source would be enough to allow him to advance his cultivation to the next level.

The third level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

It's just around the corner.

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked at Zhunti.

Zhunti's face was ashen, and he slumped down beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his body radiating an ever-changing golden light.

Those eyes no longer held any of their former vigor; only a bottomless abyss of despair and hopelessness remained.

Jieyin stood beside him, gently pressing his shoulder, his compassionate eyes filled with bitterness.

Xuandu looked at them, at these two once high and mighty Western saints.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"At least you know what's good for you."

The six words fell like eternal ice.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti trembled violently!

He suddenly looked up at Xuan Du, and a trace of uncontrollable humiliation and anger flashed deep in his gray eyes.

But that anger was fleeting.

Then, they were swallowed up by an even deeper despair.

Knowing when to be pleasing?

Yes.

He knows how to be appreciated.

If he doesn't know what's good for him, his fate today will probably be no different from that of Nuwa.

Zhunti lowered her head and stopped looking at him.

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

"Amitabha......"

Xuan Du gazed at them, his eyes calm as still water.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply turned around and took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green, along with the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit in his palm, vanished in an instant from the edge of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Only Jieyin and Zhunti remained, standing by the pool, gazing at the gradually healing void.

Looking at the empty sky.

Gazing at the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit that would never return.

a long time.

Zhunti spoke slowly, his voice barely audible:

"Senior brother..."

"Can we still turn this around?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed at the clear pool water, at the reflection of the sun, moon, and stars in it.

Slowly close your eyes.

He didn't speak.

But that silence was the best answer.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool has returned to deathly silence.

Only the pond water remains clear, and the lotus flowers still bloom.

It was as if nothing had happened.

It is possible to guide and enlighten the Cundi.

The fortunes of Western religions have become ephemeral from this day forward.

Outside Mount Sumeru.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Xuandu stood alone in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit in his hand.

The lotus petals swirled, shimmering with golden light. The twelve-petaled lotus platform slowly rotated in his palm, with each rotation releasing a vast amount of primordial energy.

That is the incense and vow power of the Western Religion's billion-dollar association, the supreme merit of guiding and liberating sentient beings, and a treasure that can drive any cultivator mad.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

I finally got my hands on this.

With a slight thought, he stored the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit into his Purple Palace.

Deep within the Purple Mansion, the Chaos Pearl trembled slightly, its chaotic light flowing endlessly.

The golden lotus landed beside the pearl, its petals trembling slightly, as if adapting to this new world.

Xuandu sensed for a moment, confirmed that there was no problem, and was about to turn around and leave.

suddenly.

His eyes flickered slightly.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

From the direction of Kunlun Mountain, a beam of pure, celestial light descended from the heavens.

Although the celestial light was contained, the familiar aura could not escape his perception.

The beginning of time.

He is back.

I'm back from Shouyang Mountain.

The smile on Xuan Du's lips deepened even further.

The Flaming Banner that rises off the ground should be in Yuanshi's hands by now.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, looking up towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

The radiant light of Jade Purity had already entered the Jade Void Palace, and there was no further fluctuation.

Although there was no fluctuation, there was an underlying sense of suppressed frustration and anger.

Xuandu could guess what Yuanshi was feeling at that moment.

He went to Shouyang Mountain in person to ask Laozi for the Flaming Banner that floats off the ground.

That was his elder brother's most treasured possession, a token of the deep bond between his fellow disciples and their multi-million dollar association.

But he had no choice but to go in order to pay off his debts.

I had no choice but to speak up.

He had no choice but to watch as Lao Tzu handed that precious flag to him.

That feeling must be unpleasant.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

He took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green disappeared from outside Mount Sumeru in an instant.