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Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

A faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuation was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But if someone were nearby, they would definitely see that it was gloomy.

It is a gloomy atmosphere that is suppressed to the extreme.

He didn't expect it.

Unexpectedly, Xuandu was able to see through the key to this matter.

The method of severing the three corpses was created and passed down by him personally.

The secret of their shared origins was that he had hidden a multi-million dollar fund, which no one had ever noticed.

Even the Three Pure Ones never doubted it.

But Xuan saw through it all.

A junior who had only cultivated for a few hundred years saw through the secret of the billion-dollar club he had hidden.

Hongjun opened his eyes.

A light shone in those eyes.

He thought of Yang Mei.

I recall that fierce battle deep within the chaos.

I recalled Yang Mei's words before she left.

"I am not capable of such things."

"If you don't believe it, you can deduce the secrets of heaven and see who will ultimately bear the consequences."

He had calculated it.

The secrets of heaven are shrouded in chaos, a complete blur.

He thought that Yang Mei had concealed the secrets of heaven.

He thought that Yang Mei's abilities were extraordinary, making it impossible for him to deduce the truth.

But if the matter is truly not Yang Mei's doing, what then?

Excluding Yang Mei, who is left?

Hongjun's thoughts raced.

In the primordial world, it can deceive his senses, refine the Book of Earth, repair the earth passage, and help Houtu escape from her predicament.

Those who possess such skills are few and far between.

The Three Pure Ones?

impossible.

Lao Tzu's foundation was damaged, his realm plummeted, and he could hardly protect himself.

The Primordial Pangu Banner was seized, leaving them preoccupied with their own survival.

Although Tongtian was powerful, he was wholeheartedly dedicated to protecting the Jie Sect and never got involved in such secretive matters.

Amitabha Buddha?

Less likely.

The Western religion is in decline, the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit has been taken away, and it is in dire need of protection.

So who's left?

Hongjun's gaze sharpened.

A name comes to mind.

Xuandu.

But he immediately shook his head.

impossible.

Absolutely not.

Xuandu is only at the third level of the Hunyuan Daluo Heaven, and his cultivation has only lasted for a few hundred years.

It is because of his extraordinary talent, his century-long journey to enlightenment, and his connection to a superior Chaos Demon God.

How could we possibly hide it from his senses?

How can I refine the Earth Book right under his nose?

How could such a grand scheme be orchestrated?

impossible.

Absolutely not.

If it's not Xuandu, then who could it be?

Hongjun stood amidst the chaos, his eyes gleaming.

He recalled the scene when Xuandu returned the Qiankun Cauldron.

The colossal cauldron of Xuanhuang hung in Xuandu's palm, its body swirling with chaotic energy, completely undamaged.

He personally inspected it, personally verified it, and personally took it back.

There was nothing unusual about it.

But if there are no abnormalities, how can the Earth Book be refined?

Without the Qiankun Cauldron, who could refine the Earth Book?

Without the Qiankun Cauldron, who could repair the underground passage?

Hongjun frowned.

He recalled Xuandu's words on Jin'ao Island earlier.

"The method of severing the three corpses requires three supreme treasures of the same origin in order to attain enlightenment."

"Without a supreme treasure of the same origin, severing all three corpses is a dead end."

"The Dao Ancestor Hongjun was fully aware of this matter, but he never mentioned it."

This kid dares to say such things in public.

They dared to expose his secrets in public.

He dared to confront him in public.

If they weren't so confident and fearless, how could they dare to do this?

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart.

He thought of Yang Mei.

I recall that fierce battle deep within the chaos.

I recalled Yang Mei's words before she left.

He believed some of what they said.

He understood Yang Mei's personality.

This person never lies.

In the past, during the battle between the Dao and the Demon, the Four Saints joined forces to break the Immortal Execution, and Yang Mei was seriously injured and fled into the Chaos.

If he really did it, he will admit it.

If he says no, then it really is no.

But if it's not Yang Mei, then it's Xuan Du.

How could Xuandu possibly do that?

Hongjun's thoughts raced.

He remembered the Chaos Pearl.

The Chaos Pearl existed at the very beginning of creation, ranking alongside the Jade Disc of Creation and the Three Treasures of Creation as a supreme treasure of chaos.

This pearl contains a world within it, capable of concealing heavenly secrets, isolating cause and effect, and deceiving the heavens and the sea.

If Xuandu obtains this pearl, he can use the world within the pearl to refine the Earth Book and use the world within the pearl to conceal the secrets of heaven.

Even he might not be able to notice.

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly.

Chaos Orb.

Since the beginning of time, the whereabouts of this pearl have been unknown.

He had deduced the cause countless times, but still could not find any trace of it.

He believed that the Chaos Pearl had been destroyed at the beginning of creation.

But what if it wasn't destroyed?

What if someone finds it?

What if Xuan Du finds it?

Hongjun's expression darkened slightly.

If Xuandu truly possesses the Chaos Pearl, then everything makes sense.

To refine the Earth Book, one needs the Qiankun Cauldron.

However, even without the Qiankun Cauldron, the power of the world contained within the Chaos Pearl can still be used to refine it.

It just requires more time, more energy, and more planning.

But Xuan has plenty of time.

He had been making plans from the moment he invited Xuan Gui to join his sect.

A hundred years is enough time for him to do many things inside the Chaos Pearl.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

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

Xuandu.

A century of enlightenment, a century of reaching the second level, and now the third level.

The origin of a superior Chaos Demon God.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

It is not bound by the laws of Heaven, nor restricted by the status of a sage.

He never took this kid seriously.

He had always thought that Xuandu was just an ordinary disciple of Tongtian, someone with some talent, some opportunities, and some luck.

That's all there is to it.

But today, he realized it.

This child is far more terrifying than he imagined.

Much worse.

Hongjun stood amidst the chaos, his gaze piercing through the void and landing on Jin'ao Island.

It landed on the figure in green.

Xuandu stood with his hands behind his back in front of Biyou Palace, his blue robes fluttering slightly and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked up at the heavens.

He looked toward the gaze that came from Zixiao Palace.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Without the slightest panic or fear.

It was just calm.

But beneath that calm lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

He was looking at himself.

Hongjun knew this in his heart.

This child knew he was being watched.

She knew she was doubting him.

I know he has deduced the truth.

But he doesn't care.

I don't care about being doubted, I don't care about being seen through, I don't care about being targeted.

Because the tunnel is now complete.

Houtu has been freed from her predicament.

Zhen Yuanzi is already awaiting the throne.

The red cloud has entered the cycle of reincarnation.

The Styx River has already created a race.

Kunpeng has already obtained the Dharma.

Fuxi has entered the underworld.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect have already attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

The outcome is decided.

Even if Hongjun himself intervened at this moment, he would be powerless to reverse the situation.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the coldness in his eyes gradually subsided.

Instead, there was a bottomless calm.

This young man has already shown his potential.

It cannot be defeated by force; it can only be outsmarted.

He was also deified.

There will be another great calamity.

There is also the predetermined fate of Heaven.

No matter how strong Xuandu is, he is still just one person.

Even if the Jie Sect becomes powerful, it is still just a sect.

The workings of Heaven are governed by a predetermined order.

It cannot be changed by human intervention.

Hongjun turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The gray figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

This place is also where the Way of Heaven resides.

When he was preparing to merge with the Dao, he naturally needed to be closer to the Heavenly Dao, so the Zixiao Palace was established here!

Hongjun stood in the void, hands behind his back, his gaze lowered, looking at the sleeping primordial energy.

That was Nuwa.

He was a sage who fell from the sky above Mount Buzhou.

It is Nuwa, whose creation stone shattered, whose sacred body was annihilated, and whose true spirit dissipated.

At this moment, her origin is quietly suspended deep within the Heavenly Dao, enveloped, nurtured, and reshaped by the boundless power of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun gazed at that primordial energy, his eyes calm as still water.

But beneath that calm surface lay a subtle complexity.

Nuwa's demise was predetermined.

During the great calamity, the sages perished, which was foreseen by Heaven.

But he never imagined that it would be Nuwa who would perish.

He never imagined that Nuwa would perish at the hands of Xuandu.

That junior whom he had never taken seriously.

Hongjun slowly raised his hand.

Within his palm, the power of the Heavenly Dao's origin surged forth like a tide, flowing into that dormant origin.

"Buzz".

Nuwa's essence trembled slightly.

The tremor was so slight that it was almost imperceptible.

But Hongjun sensed it.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and he increased the strength in his palm by three points.

The primordial essence of Heaven surged in wildly, causing Nuwa's primordial essence to tremble more and more violently.

Within that chaotic halo of light, a phantom figure slowly took shape.

Her face was blurred, her figure was fleeting, but her outline was none other than Nuwa.