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Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"Fellow Daoist, please receive guidance."

"Should we continue?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well.

a long time.

He slowly shook his head.

"I'm not playing anymore."

The three words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

Zhunti stood beside him, his face deathly pale.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

We're not playing anymore?

Are you just going to admit defeat like that?

So you just bowed your head like that?

Are we just going to let go of the tens of thousands of yuan of hatred we felt?

Zhunti gritted his teeth and stared intently at Xuandu.

But in the end, he did not make a move.

Because he knew that even if he made a move, he would still lose.

Because he knew that his senior brother was right.

We can't beat them.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't defeat him.

Xuandu looked at the two of them and nodded slightly.

He did not make another move.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his gaze sweeping over the bursting water, the withered lotus flowers, and the shattered bluestone.

"Fellow Daoists, you flatter me."

After uttering those four words, he turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Mount Sumeru in an instant.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool has returned to deathly silence.

The pond water still surged, and the lotus flowers still withered.

The shattered bluestone still lay scattered on the ground.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood by the pool, gazing at the disappearing figure and the gradually healing void.

a long time.

Zhunti spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Senior brother...why didn't he kill us?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed at the churning pond water and the withered lotus flowers.

Slowly close your eyes.

"Because of disdain."

The four characters fell like ancient ice.

Zhunti was startled.

Disdain.

Yes.

Disdain.

If Xuandu wanted to kill them, that punch just now wouldn't have landed on the palm print.

Instead, it bombarded them.

With the cultivation level of the seventh heaven, the domineering power of martial arts laws, and the terrifying strength of his physical body.

One punch, one kill.

Two punches, two.

Clean and neat.

But he didn't.

Because he doesn't care.

In his eyes, he and his fellow disciple were nothing more than ants.

Whether to kill or not is irrelevant.

Zhunti slowly closed his eyes.

The last trace of color drained from that gaunt face.

"Amitabha......"

He chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his voice filled with sorrow.

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

Two golden figures stood side by side by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Looking at the surging pond water, the withered lotus flowers, and the shattered bluestone.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Above Mount Sumeru.

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

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the majestic mountain peak.

I looked toward the two golden figures by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

A battle of wits?

He merely wanted to test the depth of Jieyin and Zhunti's understanding.

Let's test the strength of the cultivation that Hongjun Daozu forcibly increased.

It worked!

Vulnerable.

He possesses the cultivation level of the fifth heaven and the combat strength of the fourth heaven.

An unstable foundation leads to insufficient staying power.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't withstand a punch from him at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm.

With this result, he was relieved.

The Four Saints are nothing to fear.

Nuwa is nothing to fear.

In the great tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, there is only one person he truly needs to face.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

That gray figure was the greatest enemy of the Jie Sect.

That is the threshold that Xuandu must cross.

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked into the depths of Mount Sumeru.

Looking down at the mountainside, at the place where the origin of the demonic path slumbers.

There, he found what he was looking for.

There is someone he is looking for.

There was that chaotic god and demon, Rahu.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

The figure in green slowly disappeared into the void.

He did not leave Mount Sumeru.

He simply concealed his aura with the Chaos Pearl and headed deeper into the mountain.

After all, if Zhunti Jieyin or Hongjun Daozu knew what he was going to do, they would definitely stop him.

It's safer to conceal your presence.

......

Kunlun Mountain.

Towering into the clouds, shrouded in ethereal mist.

The eternal snow that has covered the mountain peaks reflects a rainbow of colors under the sunlight.

Rare flowers and exotic herbs abound in the mountains, with lingzhi and other medicinal plants growing in abundance. Cranes soar above the clouds, and auspicious beasts roam the secluded valleys.

This place is the Daoist temple of the Jade Purity Saint, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the true lineage of Pangu, the ancestral court of the Chan Sect. Since the beginning of countless generations, it has been the supreme holy land in the hearts of cultivators in the prehistoric world.

Inside the Jade Void Palace.

The ground is paved with gold bricks, and jade pillars reach for the sky.

Deep within the palace, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, his body surrounded by a surging, ethereal light, vast as the sea and profound as an abyss.

The brilliance, purity, and domineering power of that light were far beyond anything seen in the past.

The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hung above his head, its radiance flowing. Although it could not suppress fortune like the Pangu Banner, it was still a top-grade innate spiritual treasure with extraordinary power.

Below, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect sat cross-legged.

Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Yunzhongzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, Daoxing Tianzun, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Julusun, Lingbao Dafashi, Huanglong Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, and Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun.

All twelve were at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level.

After Hongjun Daozu enhanced Yuanshi's cultivation with the origin of the Heavenly Dao, Yuanshi used the Jade Purity Immortal Light to nourish his disciples.

After tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect also broke through to the Quasi-Saint level. Although they were only at the mid-stage, far inferior to the late-stage or peak levels of Duobao and Kong Xuan of the Jie Sect, they were still Quasi-Saints.

In the primordial world, they were already among the top beings.

Behind the Twelve Golden Immortals, hundreds of disciples of the Chan Sect sat cross-legged.

Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, and Daluo Golden Immortals each occupy their respective positions and cultivate their own paths.

Hundreds of auras converged into a sea, reflecting the Jade Purity Immortal Light surrounding Yuanshi, illuminating the entire Jade Void Palace as if it were daytime.

The Primordial Beginning preaches the Way.

"The Way of Heaven is the master of the birth and death of all things, the source of order. The sage is the spokesperson of the Way of Heaven, the embodiment of the rules."

"Your cultivation should be based on the Way of Heaven, with sages as your teachers, and with merit as your ladder..."

The sound was like a resounding bell, shaking the palace.

The twelve Golden Immortals listened intently, not daring to slacken their efforts in the slightest.

suddenly.

Yuanshi paused in his speech.

The ethereal light in those eyes suddenly froze.

He suddenly turned his head and looked westward.

Looking towards Mount Sumeru.

He sensed it just a moment ago.

A presence emanated from the direction of Mount Sumeru. Though it lasted only a moment and was concealed, he sensed it.

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.

The pupils of the primordial beings contracted slightly.

On that majestic face, the light of Jade Purity Immortal shone intermittently.

Has Xuandu emerged from seclusion?

Isn't he in seclusion?

Didn't they close a meeting that cost tens of thousands of yuan?

How come you went to Mount Sumeru as soon as you left the pass?

What is he going to Mount Sumeru for?

Should we go find Jieyin and Zhunti?

Go fight magic?

Go to liquidation?