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Xuan Du slowly raised his hand.

A chaotic 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 first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation.

Light of Chaos!

The pupils of Laozi and his three companions suddenly contracted!

They have experienced the power of this light firsthand!

This light is so powerful that it can remove all restrictions and refine all magical treasures!

It can shatter all illusions!

Now, what is Xuandu trying to do by unleashing this light?

Before they could think it through.

Xuan Du raised his hand and waved it gently.

"brush!"

A beam of chaotic light suddenly burst forth!

Where the light passed, the void did not shatter, but was frozen solid!

The light fell behind the four people, transforming into a chaotic wall of light!

The wall of light was about ten thousand feet high and about a thousand feet wide, completely blocking the four people's escape route!

Beyond the wall of light lies the depths of the primordial wilderness.

Before the wall of light, there was only one path left.

The road to chaos.

The road leading to the place where Hongjun and Yangmei fought.

The four men, including Laozi, had drastic changes in their expressions!

Primal growl:

"Xuan Du! What are you doing!"

Xuan Du looked at him and smiled slightly.

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

"Wasn't Fellow Daoist Yuanshi going to assist the Dao Ancestor?"

"I will lend you a hand and seal off your retreat, so that you will have no more worries."

"Keep moving forward and never look back."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Go."

"The Dao Ancestor is waiting for you deep within the chaos."

Upon hearing this, Lao Tzu trembled violently!

He stared intently at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that revealed endless scheming.

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

Behind him, the chaotic light wall stood silently, sealing off all escape routes.

Before him lay endless chaos, a battlefield where the world was destroyed.

To go is to die.

Retreat, but the area is blocked.

They're trapped!

Yuanshi's face was ashen, and his body was filled with a wildly flowing Jade Purity Immortal Light!

He suddenly turned around and slammed a palm strike at the chaotic light wall!

"boom!"

The palm strike landed on the wall of light, but the wall of light remained completely still.

His full-force palm strike was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

Yuanshi's pupils suddenly contracted!

He recalled the scene in Zixiao Palace where Xuandu used this light to refine the Earth Book.

That domineering light could even refine the Earth Book.

How could his weak palm strike possibly shake us?

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously!

A golden beam of Buddha light and a seven-colored beam of Buddha light crashed into the wall of light!

"boom!!!"

Two beams of light struck the wall, but the wall remained completely still.

Jieyin and Zhunti were deathly pale.

They finally realized that this wall of light was something they simply couldn't break through.

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

Beneath that calm surface lay a clear understanding that everything was under control.

"Four fellow Daoists."

He spoke slowly:

"Weren't you going to help the Dao Ancestor?"

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Could it be... that all those righteous words I just spoke were a lie?"

Upon hearing this, Laozi and his companions looked extremely embarrassed.

Of course they dared not leave.

Deep within that chaos, Hongjun and Yangmei were locked in a fierce battle.

The aftershocks of that battle could kill them tens of thousands of times over with just a single strike.

Going there would be suicide.

But if I don't go...

Xuan Du's words were like daggers to the heart.

They just tried to morally blackmail Tongtian, speaking with such righteous indignation.

Now Xuandu has sealed off their retreat, forcing them to move forward.

If I don't go, I will be disloyal and unjust.

Going there would be suicide.

No matter which option you choose, it's a trap.

But can they choose?

Lao Tzu took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation and anger surging in his heart.

He turned abruptly, staring intently at Xuandu:

"Xuandu!"

"Don't go too far!"

Xuan Du looked at him and smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised sarcasm:

"Too much?"

"I only wish to fulfill your loyalty."

"How is this excessive?"

Lao Tzu paused in his speech.

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth:

"Xuan Du, by blocking our escape route, you're sending us to our deaths!"

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, you are mistaken."

"The four are Heavenly Saints, direct disciples of the Dao Ancestor."

"How could mere aftershocks of chaos possibly harm the four of you?"

"not to mention......"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"The four of you spoke so righteously just now, I thought you had already disregarded life and death."

"Now it seems that I misunderstood."

"The four of you... are nothing special."

The last four words exploded like a thunderclap!

The four men, including Laozi, had completely darkened expressions.

The implication in those words was blatant sarcasm.

They satirize their hypocrisy, their duplicity, and their scheming nature while being cowardly and afraid of death.

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light around his body surged wildly!

But in the end, he did not make a move.

Because it is not possible.

Because they dare not.

Because the young man in green robes before them was already at the third level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm.

The four of them suffered damage to their Saint Foundation and their cultivation levels dropped.

Even if they join forces, they may not be a match for each other.

What's more, Tongtian was standing behind him.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is currently enveloping the edge of the primordial world.

If a fight really breaks out, they won't even have a chance to run.

Laozi's face turned deathly pale.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at that young yet infinitely composed face, at those calm yet profound eyes.

My heart is filled with helplessness and despair.

They originally intended to swindle Tongtian.

But now, they've been tricked by Xuandu instead.

The retreat is blocked, and advancing is a dead end.

They are trapped here, unable to move forward or backward.

What should I do?

Lao Tzu's mind raced, but he couldn't come up with any solution.

Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti were all pale-faced and at a loss.

Xuandu looked at them, at those four pale faces.

The smile on his lips deepened even further.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching them.

Watch how they choose.

It's sending them to their deaths.

Still trapped here, utterly humiliated.

No matter which option you choose, you'll lose.

Deep within the chaos, the sounds of battle grew increasingly intense.

The aftershocks grew stronger and stronger.

Even through the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, one could feel its earth-shattering pressure.

Laozi and his three companions stood on the edge of the primordial wilderness, gazing at the destructive light deep within the chaos.

Looking behind him at the chaotic light wall that blocked his retreat.

Gazing at the figure in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back.

dilemma.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

They finally understood what it meant to walk right into a trap.

What does it mean to be trapped by one's own actions?

What does it mean when...the plan fails?

Xuan Du looked at them and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoists, what are you waiting for?"

"The Dao Ancestor is waiting for you."

"Go."

"Don't keep the Dao Ancestor waiting."

The voice was calm as still water, yet every word pierced the heart.