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Xuan Du thought about it more and more and it seemed more and more likely.

Rahu is a chaotic demon god whose true spirit resides in chaos.

Although the primordial world was in chaos, the power of chaos was isolated under the shroud of the Heavenly Dao.

For Rahu's true spirit to reunite, it must be within the chaos.

Rather than within the primordial wilderness.

But back then, he self-destructed on Mount Sumeru, and fragments of his true spirit scattered throughout the primordial world.

Those fragments were suppressed by the Heavenly Dao and could not return to chaos.

Then it can only sleep.

It lies dormant beneath Mount Sumeru.

Sleeping within the origin of that demonic path.

A multi-million dollar club lies dormant, waiting for its opportunity.

Waiting for the moment when the laws of nature loosen.

Waiting for the moment when chaos returns.

Waiting for the moment when they will make a comeback.

"Rahu..."

Xuan Du murmured the name.

If we could invite Rahu to join the Jie Sect...

That was the Chaos God and Demon.

That person was of the same generation as Yang Mei.

That was the Supreme Demon Ancestor, whose cultivation was no less than that of the Ninth Heaven of the Primordial Great Luo Realm.

The system task can then be completed.

The drawbacks of real-time effects can be eliminated.

But Rahu is not someone who can be easily invited.

The name of the Demon Ancestor is that of the progenitor of slaughter.

In the past, during the conflict between the Dao and the Demon, he wanted to exterminate all races and dominate the primordial world.

If it weren't for Hongjun's design, the one currently presiding over Zixiao Palace might not be that gray figure.

These are the kinds of people who are unruly and defiant.

Even if resurrected, I will not submit to anyone.

unless......

Xuan Du's gaze sharpened.

Unless he wants something from me.

What does Rahu seek?

To settle the karmic debt with Hongjun.

In the battle between the Dao and the Demonic Realms, he was defeated by Hongjun.

He self-destructed on Mount Sumeru and sank into a multi-million dollar club.

How could we not avenge this hatred?

Hongjun, however, was one with the Heavenly Dao, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Dao.

Even at the height of Rahu's power, he was no match for him.

Moreover, what about now?

He needs to leverage his connections.

Whose help should we borrow?

The way of Heaven is unreliable, the way of Earth has just awakened, and the way of Humanity is not yet complete.

In the primordial world, the only sect that could rival Hongjun was the Jie Sect.

It has the Chaos Bell to suppress its fortune, the Tongtian to oversee it, the Xuandu, and the foundation accumulated by tens of thousands of yuan.

The Jie Sect has become the largest power in the prehistoric world.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun dared not underestimate him.

If Rahu wants revenge, the Jie Sect is his best ally.

For Xuandu, this is the best bargaining chip if he wants to invite Rahu to join his sect.

Thinking of this, Xuan Du slowly smiled.

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

"No rush."

He muttered to himself.

"Let's go check out Mount Sumeru first."

"Let's see if Rahu's true spirit truly slumbers within the origin of that demonic path."

"If there is..."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly.

"Then let's talk to him."

"Let's make a deal."

"In exchange for his position as a protector of the Jie Sect, he can join the Jie Sect."

"In exchange for his promise to help him take revenge, he will gain the support of a chaotic god or demon."

"In exchange for the reward of eliminating real-time effects, my Xuandu will have no more worries."

After the sound faded, the cave fell into a deathly silence.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked outside the cave.

Above Jin'ao Island, the aura of fortune shone like the sea.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect each occupy their own positions and cultivate their own paths.

Business as usual.

But he knew that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods has not yet begun.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had not yet been born.

The true sage has not yet returned to his rightful place.

Humanity has not yet awakened.

Everything is in the making.

The day the storm arrives will be the day the primordial order is reshaped.

At that time, Dao Ancestor Hongjun will take action.

At that time, the four saints will all be present.

At that time, Nuwa will return.

At that time, the Jie Sect will face an unprecedented calamity.

He must eliminate the drawbacks of real-time effects before that happens.

Before that, we must invite a chaotic god or demon to join the Jie Sect.

I must ensure that I have no worries before then.

Rahu is the best choice.

Xuan Du took a deep breath.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green disappeared into the cave on Lingyun Peak in an instant.

next second.

Above Jin'ao Island.

Xuan Du materialized, standing with his hands behind his back in the void.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the fairy island.

Purple clouds swirled before Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, looking up at him.

The master and his apprentice looked at each other across the distance.

Needless to say.

it is more than words.

Xuan Du bowed slightly, turned around, and took a step forward.

Facing west.

Heading towards Mount Sumeru.

Towards the place where the origin of the demonic path slumbers.

They sped away.

......

Mount Sumeru.

Lotus flowers bloom beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, bathed in golden light.

The pool water was crystal clear, reflecting the sun, moon and stars in the sky, as well as the two restless figures sitting on the poolside.

Jieyin sat cross-legged, his body radiating an ever-changing golden light.

A faint hint of solemnity flickered in the depths of those eyes that had held so much pity for the billionaires.

He sensed it.

That aura was coming from the direction of the East Sea, traversing billions of miles of void, heading towards Mount Sumeru.

Getting closer.

He was all too familiar with that aura.

They are so familiar with each other that even after spending tens of thousands of yuan, they will not forget a single detail.

Xuandu.

Jieyin took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and softly chanted the Buddhist mantra:

"Amitabha."

Zhunti stood beside him, pacing back and forth.

The footsteps were very light, yet they were exceptionally clear in the quiet Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Zhunti finally stopped and turned to look at Jieyin.

His thin face was filled with anxiety.

"Senior brother, he's here."

The guide nodded:

"They're here."

Zhunti gritted his teeth:

"What's he doing here?"

"After a seclusion of tens of thousands of yuan, he will come to my Mount Sumeru as soon as he emerges from seclusion."

"They definitely have ill intentions."

Receiving silence.

He naturally knew why Xuandu had come.

It is not for the Azure Lotus Banner.

The flag had already been handed over.

It is not the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit.

That lotus had already been taken away.

What was his purpose?

The guide is unaware.

But he knew in his heart that Xuandu must have come with some ulterior motive.

That person never did anything futile.

Every step, every game, every piece.

All of them are interconnected.

Each step progresses in turn.

Everything was part of the plan.

"Junior brother."

The guide spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Sit down."

"Here he comes."

"Let's just wait and see."

Zhunti looked at his senior brother's calm yet bitter face, took a deep breath, suppressed his anxiety, and sat cross-legged.

Two figures sat side by side by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Golden light shimmered, and lotus flowers bloomed.

Business as usual.

But beneath that calm lay an indescribable tension.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, standing with his hands behind his back.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He made no attempt to conceal his figure.

They didn't conceal their presence at all.

And so, standing upright and dignified on Mount Sumeru.

Standing beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Stand before Jieyin and Zhunti.

Those eyes, calm as an ancient well, swept over the crystal-clear pool of merit water, over the lotus flowers blooming everywhere, and over the two golden figures sitting cross-legged.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Fellow Daoists, how have you been?"

The four words fell like a spring breeze.

But when it reached the ears of Jieyin and Zhunti, it sounded like a thunderclap.