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

Purple clouds swirled before Biyou Palace.

Ten thousand immortals sat cross-legged, their breath rising like a tide.

The 100,000 figures immersed in enlightenment gathered into a vast sea of ​​fortune above Jin'ao Island.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His gaze swept over the calm faces below, and he nodded slightly in his heart.

Duobao has already grasped the basics of the Law of Metal, Kong Xuan's Law of the Five Elements is already as easy to use as his own arm, Zhao Gongming's resonance with the Law of Wind has begun to show, and the Three Immortals' Way of Slaughter is also gradually improving.

They chose the right path.

Once they cultivate to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, they can break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm by using the laws they comprehend.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze and was about to turn around.

suddenly.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

The Master of Heaven.

He landed in front of Biyou Palace, standing with his hands behind his back. His sword intent was as deep and restrained as an abyss, and his lean face now carried a rare solemnity.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that face that had never been so solemn before, his mind racing.

What's wrong, Master?

Since he joined the Jie Sect, Tongtian Jiaozhu has always been carefree and open-minded. Even during the Wu-Yao War, the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, and the siege by the Four Sages, he had never been seen to show such an expression.

At present, the Jie Sect is at its peak, all the immortals are cultivating diligently, and the Chaos Bell is suppressing the fortune. Everything is on the right track.

Why is Master being so cautious?

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"What happened?"

Tongtian did not answer immediately.

He simply raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

"Buzz".

A sword intent surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the entire Biyou Palace.

The sword intent was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, yet wherever it passed, all heavenly secrets and causal relationships were completely isolated from it.

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

This is the isolation method of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

If even such methods are being used by the Master, this matter is definitely not simple.

Tongtian turned around and looked towards Xuandu.

In those eyes, the light of swords flickered, yet concealed a subtle complexity.

"Come in and speak."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the palace.

Xuan Du remained silent for a moment, then followed suit.

Inside Biyou Palace, purple clouds swirled and the ground was paved with green jade.

Tongtian sat on the cloud bed, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

He gazed at Xuan Du standing below, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"Nuwa has been resurrected."

As soon as the five words were spoken, Biyou Palace fell silent.

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

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that solemn yet calm face, and felt an unbelievable astonishment welling up inside him.

They've been resurrected?

Nuwa has been resurrected?

How long has it been since that punch landed above Mount Buzhou?

Several months.

However, only a few months later.

He personally shattered Nuwa's sacred body.

When a sage falls and his true spirit dissipates, even if the true spirit of a sage is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, it cannot be resurrected without the nurturing of several eons.

But now, only a few months have passed.

Nuwa was then resurrected.

How is that possible?

"Master."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice slightly deep:

"How did Nuwa revive? Was it with the intervention of Hongjun Daozu?"

Tongtian looked at him and nodded slightly.

"It must have been the Dao Ancestor who intervened and accelerated Nuwa's resurrection."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"No one except the Dao Ancestor has this ability."

Xuandu remained silent.

He stood with his hands behind his back beneath the cloud bed, his brows slightly furrowed, his mind racing.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

That gray figure was currently seated high in the Purple Cloud Palace, wielding the Heavenly Dao and overlooking the primordial world.

Why did he want to hasten Nuwa's resurrection?

Nuwa's demise was a predetermined fate within the great calamity.

The five saints surrounded and attacked, but were instead bombarded and killed. Their skills were inferior to others, so they had no one to blame but themselves.

Even the Dao Ancestor has no right to interfere.

But now, the Dao Ancestor has made his move.

Accelerate the resurrection of Nuwa.

What does this mean?

This means that the Taoist Ancestor needed Nuwa.

This means that the next great calamity will require Nuwa.

This means that Nuwa will be a crucial pawn in the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

A pawn to check and balance the Jie Sect.

A pawn to restrain Xuandu.

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked towards Tongtian.

"Master, where is Nuwa now?"

Tongtian looked at him and slowly spoke:

"Zixiao Palace".

As the three words fell, Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

Zixiao Palace.

Nuwa is in the Zixiao Palace.

The day her cultivation is restored will be the day she returns to the primordial world.

At that time, how will Nuwa, filled with hatred and determined to avenge herself, treat the Jie Sect? How will she treat Xuandu?

The answer speaks for itself.

Xuandu slowly closed his eyes.

He recalled the scene from several months ago, when he unleashed that punch over Mount Buzhou.

That punch settled the matter.

That punch stunned the Four Saints.

That punch made his name, Xuandu, resound throughout the primordial world.

But that punch also sowed the seeds of a new cause and effect.

Nuwa did not die.

A sage of the Heavenly Dao, whose true spirit resides in the Heavenly Dao, will not perish completely even if his holy body crumbles and his true spirit dissipates, as long as the Heavenly Dao does not perish.

He should have thought of that sooner.

He just didn't expect Hongjun to make a move.

Accelerate resurrection.

So impatient.

Xuan Du opened his eyes, and his gaze was now filled with an unfathomable calm.

He spoke, his voice as calm as still water:

"Master."

"The resurrection of Nuwa was the will of the Dao Ancestor."

Tongtian nodded:

"nature."

Xuandu continued:

"The Dao Ancestor accelerated Nuwa's resurrection as a prelude to the next great calamity."

Tongtian nodded again:

"good."

Xuan Du looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Then this disciple will wait for her."

"Wait until her cultivation is restored, wait until she returns to the primordial world, wait until she comes to seek revenge on her disciple."

Tongtian looked at him, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"Fear? Why should this disciple be afraid?"

"When Nuwa was at her peak, I could kill her with a single punch."

"Now that I have reached the third level of the Primordial Grand Luo Realm, even if she were to be resurrected and her cultivation fully restored, how could she possibly be a match for me?"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Moreover, in the next great calamity, this disciple may not still be at the Third Heaven."

Tongtian was stunned upon hearing this.

He looked at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young yet infinitely composed face, and suddenly smiled.

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

"Good lad."

He spoke, his voice full of approval:

"With this confidence, I am at ease."

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"Master, rest assured, I never do anything without a certainty of success."

He paused for a moment, then shared his recent thoughts:

"This disciple plans to make a trip to the Chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking, Biyou Palace fell silent.

Tongtian looked at him, and a faint look of surprise flashed deep in the depths of his eyes, which were filled with the light of swords.

chaos?

The chaos at this moment is not like that of the past.

As soon as Daoist Yangmei left, the place where Daoist Hongjun fought with him turned into nothingness for billions of miles.

Although the lingering effects have subsided, the chaos still lingers with immense danger.

Moreover, is Yang Mei really gone?

The Chaos Demon God who attained enlightenment through the hollow willow tree had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

If he were to hide deep within the chaos, without the support of the power of the Heavenly Dao, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun would not be able to detect him in the slightest.

Going to Chaos at this moment is far too dangerous!