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Kunpeng took a deep breath, suppressing the surging hatred in his heart, and slowly spoke:

"Vice Master, do I still have a chance?"

Xuandu gazed at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, he gently shook his head.

"Disaster."

As soon as the word was uttered, Kunpeng's expression changed again.

Xuandu continued:

"The severing of the three corpses is complete, the laws have been dispersed, and the three corpses are now fixed."

"If you wish to return to the path of Hunyuan, you must refine the power of the laws within the Three Corpses and return it to yourself."

"However, the three corpses have different origins, and their laws repel each other. Forcibly refining them will result in a sharp drop in cultivation level at best, and complete annihilation of the soul at worst."

"This road is fraught with peril, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"If you dare to leave, I will teach you the method."

"If you dare not..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was clear.

If you don't dare, you'll be forever stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint.

The meeting, worth hundreds of millions of yuan, could not proceed an inch.

Kunpeng remained silent.

He stood before Biyou Palace, his aura fluctuating slightly.

A glint of light flickered in the depths of those deep blue eyes.

A narrow escape from death.

At best, one's cultivation level will plummet; at worst, one's soul and spirit will be destroyed.

Dare to leave?

Kunpeng slowly closed his eyes.

He recalled the scene in Zixiao Palace when Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, was spreading his teachings.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm, yet each word was like a decree from the Great Dao.

"He who severs the three corpses can prove the Primordial Chaos."

He believed it.

he's gone.

He was trapped in a multi-million dollar meeting.

Only now did he realize that it was a dead end.

If there is no way out, is it impossible to find a way to survive?

Kunpeng opened its eyes.

Those eyes shone with intense light.

"Vice Leader."

He spoke, his voice calm, yet each word resounding:

"This disciple is willing to give it a try."

"Even if it means facing nine deaths and one life, it's better than being trapped in this situation and never being able to escape."

Xuandu looked at him, at those determined eyes.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of approval.

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"In that case, I will teach you the method."

"Strip away the power of the laws within the three corpses, refine it bit by bit, and return it to your own body."

"Temper the physical body with the power of the laws, and let the physical body bear the laws."

"When the three corpses are completely dispersed and the laws return to their proper places, that will be the day you attain the Primordial Chaos."

"The road ahead is long and fraught with danger."

"But if you can get through it, the road ahead will be smooth."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng trembled.

He bowed deeply, making the full gesture of respect.

"Thank you, Vice Leader!"

Xuan Du nodded slightly, raised his hand, and a chaotic light surged from his palm, disappearing into Kunpeng's brow.

Within that light lay a magical technique.

Refine the three corpses and return them to your own body.

It was a near-death experience, but there was a glimmer of hope.

Kunpeng sensed the technique, and the light in its eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He straightened up and looked towards Xuandu:

"Vice Master, this disciple will now return to the North Sea to begin secluded cultivation."

"I swear I will not leave this place until I have refined the Three Corpses."

Xuan Du nodded:

"Go."

Kunpeng nodded emphatically, turned around, and took a step forward.

The dark blue figure vanished in an instant in front of Biyou Palace.

Fuxi stood there, gazing at the disappearing figure, and remained silent for a long time.

He turned his head and looked at Xuandu.

"Vice Leader."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, taking this path means facing nine deaths and one life."

"Where is the disciple?"

"This disciple also attained enlightenment by severing the three corpses, and is at the peak of Quasi-Saint, having also dispersed the laws into the three corpses."

"Can this disciple also walk this path?"

Xuandu looked at him and gently shook his head.

"You are different."

Fuxi was taken aback.

Xuandu continued:

"Your path is neither in the primordial chaos nor in the Heavenly Way."

"Among humans."

As soon as the two words were uttered, Fuxi trembled.

Xuan Du gazed at him, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss:

"Fuxi, are you willing to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn as a human?"

Fuxi's pupils contracted slightly.

Enter the cycle of rebirth.

Reincarnated as a human.

Adult Holy Emperor.

He had never considered this path.

He is a primordial deity, the brother of Nuwa, and a powerful being at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level.

Should he give up everything, enter the cycle of reincarnation, and be reborn as a human?

Starting from scratch?

Starting with infants?

Starting from absolutely no cultivation level?

Is he willing?

Fuxi did not know.

But he was willing to give it a try.

Fuxi opened his eyes.

The sadness in those eyes had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

He looked at Xuandu, slowly bowed, and performed the full bow:

"Vice Master, this disciple is willing."

Xuan Du looked at him, the smile on his lips deepening.

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"In that case, go to the underworld and find the Goddess Houtu."

"She will personally arrange for you to enter the human realm and be reborn as a human."

"The day you are born will be the day the human emperor is born."

Fuxi nodded emphatically, turned around, and took a step forward.

The pale blue figure vanished in an instant before Biyou Palace.

Xuandu stood alone before the palace gate, gazing at the empty void, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

Sever the three corpses.

A dead end.

Hongjun Daozu passed down this method, but concealed the most crucial matter of their shared origin.

Three thousand Purple Cloud Guests, with billions of yuan in cultivation, are trapped at the peak of Quasi-Saint, unable to make any further progress.

This is the way of Heaven.

This is destiny.

It makes people believe that the future is promising, but in reality, they will never be able to escape.

Only those few people who possess merit and good fortune can break the deadlock.

The Three Pure Ones possess the merit of creating the world.

Nuwa possessed the destiny to create humankind.

The Amitabha Buddhas and Bodhisattvas receive divine compensation.

The rest are all chess pieces.

Kunpeng is a chess piece.

The Styx is a chess piece.

Zhen Yuanzi is a chess piece.

The three thousand guests listening to the Dao in Zixiao Palace were all pawns.

But even a chess piece can have its day of reckoning.

......

Zixiao Palace

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly, and the gray figure stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

With his back to the palace gate, his gaze pierced through the endless void, falling upon the lower realm.

It landed on Jin'ao Island.

The light fell upon the figure in green standing before Biyou Palace.

He heard those words clearly.

Not a single word was missed.

The method of severing the three corpses is a method of the same origin, and it requires three supreme treasures of the same origin to attain enlightenment.

Without a treasure of the same origin, severing all three corpses would be a dead end.

He never mentioned the key to this to anyone.

Among the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, countless listened to the Dao, and many severed their three corpses.

But no one knows the secret behind it.

The Three Pure Ones are unaware of this.

Nuwa was unaware.

Jieyin and Zhunti were unaware of this.

Kunpeng was unaware.

The Styx River is unaware.

Zhen Yuanzi was unaware.

Everyone thought that to attain enlightenment by eliminating the three poisons (good, evil, and ego), one only needed to eliminate the three poisons to directly enter the primordial state.

Everyone thought that being stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint was due to insufficient opportunities, lack of merit, and shallow understanding.

Everyone thought that with another billion yuan invested, they would eventually be able to take that step.

They didn't know.

From the very beginning, the path was wrong.

But today, Xuandu revealed this matter in public.

In front of all the immortals of the Jie Sect.

In front of Kunpeng.

In front of Fuxi.

Every word was crystal clear.

The method of severing the three corpses is a dead end.

Without the same supreme treasure, there will never be a day of enlightenment.

What will the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect think when these words are spoken?

What would Kunpeng think?

What would Fuxi think?

What will the three thousand guests who listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace think when they find out in the future?