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

a long time.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He turned around and sat cross-legged.

Close your eyes and look inward.

Deep within the Purple Palace, the Chaos Pearl hangs in the void, its chaotic light flowing endlessly.

On the body of the pearl, forty-nine chaotic restrictions were faintly visible.

Inside the Pearl, 100,000 elite humans are in seclusion, cultivating their skills.

Ten thousand auras, like ten thousand long dragons, coiled in that world.

Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, and Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Each occupies its place and cultivates its own path.

The sheer intensity, density, and vastness of that aura caused the entire world to tremble slightly.

At the summit of the central giant peak, towering plum trees stand tall.

The golden tree trunk shimmered with light, and thirty fruits hung from the branches, gleaming in the sunlight.

Deep within the tree roots, that spiritual consciousness was quietly dormant.

His cultivation at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm was slowly growing stronger under the nourishment of the chaotic energy.

Xuandu sensed for a moment and nodded slightly.

With this tree, the human race will have an endless supply of powerful beings.

With a sudden thought, he withdrew from the inner world of the pearl.

Within the Purple Palace, five-colored light flowed endlessly.

That was a projection of the Five Banners of Heaven.

The Five Banners guard the five directions of the Chaos Pearl World, each in its proper place, each guarding one of the five directions.

Apricot yellow, crimson red, blue lotus, pure white, and jet black.

Five colors intertwine, dazzling and eye-catching.

That world is now completely stable.

The sky is infinitely high, and the earth is infinitely thick.

The mountains are majestic and the rivers are stable.

The sun, moon, and stars revolve in an orderly fashion.

The laws are complete, and the origin is profound.

Even if a sage were to personally arrive, he could not possibly shake it in the slightest.

Xuan Du nodded in satisfaction.

With this world in hand, humanity has a foundation that will never fall.

With this world in his hands, he had the power to challenge the will of Heaven.

With this world in hand, the inevitable revival of humanity will have the strongest backing.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the outside of the palace gate.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back in front of Biyou Palace, his green robes fluttering, his whole body exuding a chilling sword intent.

He gazed at the heavens above, at the depths of chaos, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Xuandu rose, walked to the palace gate, and stood beside Tongtian.

The master and his apprentice stood side by side.

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

Tongtian turned his head and looked at him.

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

"What is it?"

Xuandu said, "This disciple has something I would like to ask my master."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly: "Speak."

Xuan Du paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak:

"If one day, the Way of Heaven and the Way of Man clash, on whose side will Master stand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden silence fell over the area in front of Biyou Palace.

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tongtian gazed at him, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He did not answer immediately.

She simply gazed at Xuandu, at his calm yet profound eyes, at his young yet infinitely composed face.

a long time.

Tongtian laughed.

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

"I'm on your side."

The six words fell like a thunderclap.

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that lean yet resolute face, at those eyes that gleamed with sword light yet were full of trust.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

The emotions were complex, a mix of gratitude, warmth, and responsibility.

There was also an unprecedented firmness.

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice slightly deep.

Tongtian raised his hand, interrupting him.

"No need to say more."

He gazed at Xuandu, his eyes calm:

"You are my disciple."

"The Intercepting Teaching is the foundation of my teachings."

"Humans are my hope."

"The Way of Heaven may be lofty, but what does it have to do with me, your teacher?"

"Hongjun may be powerful, but what does that have to do with me?"

"All I know is that whoever harms you, I will harm them in return."

"Whoever provokes the Jie Sect, I will retaliate against them."

"Whoever harms the human race, I will punish them."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"This is my stance as a teacher."

"This is my answer."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du remained silent for a long time.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that lean yet resolute face, at those eyes that gleamed with sword light yet were full of trust.

He bowed slowly, giving a full bow.

"Thank you, Master."

After those four words, nothing more was said.

Tongtian looked at him and smiled slightly.

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

"Go."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

"Your master is on Jin'ao Island, waiting for your return."

Xuandu nodded emphatically.

He straightened up, turned around, and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished in an instant before Biyou Palace.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, gazing at the disappearing figure and the gradually closing void.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

a long time.

He spoke slowly, his voice barely audible:

"Good lad."

"Go."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"Wait until you lead the human race to that point."

"Wait until you achieve true balance among the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man."

"When you make this primordial world no longer solely ruled by the Heavenly Dao."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Purple clouds still linger before Biyou Palace.

The figure in green stood alone before the palace gate, motionless for a long time.

It's as if they're waiting.

Waiting for that day that will eventually come.

......

Underworld.

The road to the underworld is long and winding, and the River of Oblivion flows on and on.

The Reincarnation Seal hangs in the void, its six rays of light endlessly rotating, more than a hundred times more stable than before the Earth Dao was perfected.

Wherever that radiance passes, yin and yang are in order, life and death cycle, and everything is predetermined.

Houtu stood alone on the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal, her pale yellow robes fluttering in the wind, the Wheel of Reincarnation patterns flowing endlessly around her.

She lowered her eyes to gaze at the ever-flowing true spirits entering the cycle of reincarnation, her gaze calm as still water.

But beneath that calm, there was a faint hint of anticipation.

She is waiting.

Waiting for that figure in green.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly stepped out from the ripples and landed in front of the Reincarnation Seal.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair flowing over his shoulders, his gaze calmly fixed on the pale yellow figure, and he bowed slightly.

"Empress Houtu".

Houtu turned around and looked at him.

A faint smile flickered deep within those chaotic-colored eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu."

She spoke, her voice clear and cool, yet carrying a hint of gentleness:

"You've arrived."

Xuan Du nodded:

"They're here."

He straightened up, stood with his hands behind his back before the Samsara Seal, his gaze sweeping over the six ever-revolving gates and the increasingly stable Samsara Seal, and nodded slightly:

"After the completion of the cycle of rebirth, the cycle of reincarnation becomes even more stable."

Houtu smiled slightly:

"Thanks to you, fellow Daoist."

"Without your planning, fellow Daoist, how could the Book of Earth have been returned to its rightful place? How could the Dao of Earth have been perfected?"

"To this day, I am still trapped in the underworld, unable to take even half a step out."

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"Your Majesty is too kind."

"I was merely going with the flow."

Houtu gazed at him with deep eyes.

Go with the flow?

This person acts with meticulous care, leaving no room for error.

From inviting the Xuan Turtle to join the sect to seizing Nuwa's divine stone.

From mending the sky to supporting the heavens, to meeting Houtu in the underworld.

From refining the Earth Book at Wuzhuang Temple to demanding the seal and borrowing the cauldron at Zixiao Palace.

Every step is part of the game.

Every piece was placed in a crucial position.

Now that the earthly path is complete, Houtu has been freed from her predicament, Zhen Yuanzi awaits his holy position, and Hongyun enters the cycle of reincarnation.

The primordial order has quietly changed.

Xuan Du, however, still stood there, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his gaze calm, as if everything was just a casual gesture.

Houtu slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, what brings you here today?"