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

He then straightened up and put his hands together in prayer position.

"Amitabha."

"Donor Xuandu, you are well."

Zhunti also stood up and stood beside Jieyin.

He didn't speak, he just stared intently at Xuan Du.

In those eyes, there was apprehension, wariness, and an undisguised tension.

Xuan Du gazed at the two of them, his eyes calm.

"What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?"

The guide was taken aback, then turned to the side:

"Please, benefactor."

Xuan Du nodded slightly and walked towards the edge of the pool.

They sat down on a blue stone.

His blue robes fell loosely, his gaze calm.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and then sat cross-legged again.

Three figures sat facing each other by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Golden light shimmered, and lotus flowers bloomed.

But the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

"Donor of Xuandu."

The guide spoke calmly:

"Your cultivation has greatly improved after spending tens of thousands of yuan in seclusion."

"Today I will leave the pass and come to my Mount Sumeru."

"What is the matter?"

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

"Fellow Daoist Jieyin is quite straightforward."

"In that case, I won't beat around the bush."

"Upon emerging from seclusion, I sensed that the two fellow cultivators had greatly increased in strength."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"How about the three of us have a magical duel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the area around the Eight Treasures Merit Pool fell silent.

The pond water rippled gently, and the lotus flowers swayed softly.

Jieyin was stunned.

Zhunti was also stunned.

They exchanged a glance and both saw a fleeting look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Immediately, the astonishment turned into great joy.

A battle of wits?

Xuanwu is going to fight them?

Jieyin took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart.

He clasped his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer:

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor Xuandu, is this truly the case?"

Zhunti stood beside him, his anxiety gone from his thin face.

All that's left is hope.

All that's left is excitement.

All that remained was an overwhelming, uncontrollable ecstasy.

fight.

Ok.

He had been waiting for this day, waiting for tens of thousands of yuan.

Back then, in the Zixiao Palace, Xuandu publicly humiliated them.

Back then, on Mount Sumeru, Xuandu stole the Azure Lotus Banner.

Back then, at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Xuandu snatched away the twelve-petaled Golden Lotus of Merit.

He would never forget this hatred.

But at that time, they were no match for them.

The Xuandu sect has achieved its great power, and the Jie sect is at its zenith.

They could only endure it.

I could only bow my head.

They could only watch helplessly as the figure in green robes strode away.

Things are different now.

Hongjun Daozu intervened, using the origin of the Heavenly Dao to enhance their cultivation.

He is Zhunti, a sage of the fifth level of the Heavenly Dao.

Senior Brother Jieyin is also a fifth-level Heavenly Saint.

And what about Xuandu?

Back then, he was only at the third level of the Hunyuan Daluo Heaven.

Even if one were to retreat for tens of thousands of yuan, how much could one actually improve?

The fourth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven?

The Fifth Heaven?

That's the absolute limit.

After all, the path of Hunyuan becomes increasingly difficult as one progresses.

Every breakthrough in a minor realm requires endless origin, endless accumulation, and endless opportunities.

No matter how strong Xuandu is, he can only cultivate for tens of thousands of years.

Reaching the fifth level of heaven is already the limit.

He, Zhunti, is from the Fifth Heaven.

My senior brother guided me, and I also reached the fifth level of heaven.

Two against one.

A sure win.

Zhunti raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu.

There was no longer a trace of fear in those eyes.

All that remains is the will to fight.

All that remained was murderous intent.

All that remained was the suppressed hatred of the tens of thousands of yuan.

"Donor of Xuandu."

When Zhunti spoke, his voice was as cold as ancient ice:

"Since you have such an interest, my brother and I will gladly accompany you."

He paused, a slow smile creeping onto his lips:

"But swords have no eyes, and magic is merciless."

"If I have offended you, please do not blame me."

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, rest assured."

He spoke slowly:

"If you get hurt, it's on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up.

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

He stood with his hands behind his back by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his gaze sweeping over Jieyin and Zhunti.

"please."

The word fell like a thunderclap.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance and stood up at the same time.

Two golden figures stood by the pool.

His whole body shone with golden light, and the Buddha's light surged like a tide.

The light was so brilliant, so vast, so pure that it instantly illuminated the entire Mount Sumeru.

Illuminate the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Illuminate the lotus flowers blooming everywhere.

Sage of the Heavenly Way.

The Fifth Heaven.

The oppressive force, as if it were tangible, pressed down fiercely on Xuandu!

The proposal is ready to be made.

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

The palm print was gleaming with golden light and as large as a millstone.

Within the palm print, Buddhist light flowed and chanting resounded.

It embodies the seven treasures, the eight virtues, and the image of ten thousand Buddhas paying homage; all of these are contained within.

The power of a single palm strike would severely injure even a fourth-level Grand Luo Immortal.

Jieyin did not make a move.

He simply stood there, hands clasped together, softly chanting Buddhist mantras.

But deep within those eyes that had shown compassion for the billionaires, they were now staring intently at Xuan Du.

Staring at the figure in green.

He wants to see it.

Let's see how Xuandu receives this palm strike.

Let's see just how far Xuandu has come.

Let's see if Xuandu is just bluffing.

Xuan Du stared at the golden palm print that was coming towards him, his expression unchanged.

He did not back down.

They didn't hide.

He simply raised his hand.

He threw a punch.

The fist's energy was like a dragon, carrying boundless blood and qi, and an overbearing martial will.

There was no Buddha's light, no chanting, and no extraordinary phenomena.

Only power.

The power of pure, ultimate purity.

"boom!!!"

Fist and palm collide, and chaos shatters!

The water in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool exploded with a roar!

The lotus flowers that bloomed everywhere withered in an instant!

The golden light that filled the sky suddenly froze!

The guide's pupils constricted suddenly!

Zhunti's face turned deathly pale!

The figure in green remained completely still.

But Zhunti retreated several steps.

Every step left a deep footprint on the bluestone.

Every step he took caused his blood and energy to surge endlessly.

With each step, his Buddha-like aura dimmed by three points.

"impossible!"

Zhunti lost his voice, his voice became hoarse.

"You... what level have you reached?!"

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.

"you guess."

The two words fell like ancient ice.

Zhunti was startled.

He stared intently at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded endless composure.

An indescribable sense of horror surged within me.

He couldn't guess.

All he knew was that the punch he had just delivered clearly possessed the power of the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm.

No.

More than six heavens.

It is the Seventh Heaven.

It was a full-force attack from the seventh level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm!

But how is that possible?

Tens of thousands of yuan to go from the third heaven to the seventh heaven?

Even a chaotic demon god like Yang Mei Daoist used countless eons.

Xuan Du... what gives him the right?

Jieyin stood still, his face ashen.

He figured it out.

Xuan Du's cultivation level was not at all what they had expected, which was the fourth or fifth level of cultivation.

It is the Seventh Heaven.

The Seventh Heaven of the Primordial Great Luo.

He was two levels above the other two.

Moreover, the domineering nature of the martial arts laws, the terrifying power of the physical body, and the unwavering will contained within the fist energy.

Even those at the eighth level of heaven might not be a match for them.

"Amitabha......"

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his tone mournful.

In that sorrow, there was helplessness, despair, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

He originally thought that if Dao Ancestor Hongjun improved their cultivation, they would be able to turn their lives around.

Then we can avenge our humiliation.

Then they could fight Xuandu.

But now, he knows.

I was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Hongjun Daozu improved his cultivation level.

What Xuandu improved was his foundation, his starting point, and his understanding of the laws of martial arts.

Cultivation can be forcibly infused.

The foundation is insufficient.

It can't be followed.

The Way cannot be followed.

Their fifth-level cultivation is nothing but a castle in the air.

It's all show and no substance.

It is a rootless duckweed.

The cultivation level of the seventh level of Xuandu was earned through hard work, punch by punch.

It was achieved step by step.

It is accumulated one era after another.

It's obvious who is stronger and who is weaker.