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Yuan Shi's mind raced, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

He recalled those days.

Recalling the figure in green robes standing with his hands behind his back in the Purple Cloud Palace, his voice calm: "After I return from mending the heavens, I will settle the score with you all."

He recalled the figure in green robes climbing the steps on Kunlun Mountain, each step fraught with danger, forcing him to hand over the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

Recalling the time in Shouyang Mountain, he personally visited his elder brother to ask for the Southern Flame Banner.

He recalled the humiliation and resentment he felt when he handed over those two precious flags.

He recalled the moment when the chaotic light wall sealed off his escape route and he uttered the words, "I am afraid of death."

That humiliation is etched into my memory.

The memory of the multi-million dollar gathering has not faded in the slightest.

Yuan Shi slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the jade-pure immortal light in those eyes was as cold as ice.

Hatred.

Naked hatred.

Xuandu.

You may be spending tens of thousands of yuan in seclusion, but have you ever considered that I am also in seclusion?

Have you ever considered that Hongjun Daozu used the origin of the Heavenly Dao to enhance my cultivation?

Have you ever imagined that I am now a seventh-level Heavenly Saint?

It is four levels higher than the three heavens when you left the primordial world.

Even if you spend tens of thousands of yuan in seclusion, how much breakthrough can you achieve?

The fourth level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm? The fifth level? That's the absolute limit.

And I am the Seventh Heaven.

The Heavenly Saint is in the Seventh Heaven.

Although I am not as transcendent as your Hunyuan Dao, within the primordial world, with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, even in the Eighth Heaven, I dare to fight.

What can you use to fight me?

A slow smile crept onto Yuan Shi's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice, carrying an uncontrollable killing intent.

The next great calamity.

Investiture of the Gods.

That will be your death day.

That would be the end of the Jie Sect.

"Master?"

A voice came from below.

Yuanshi withdrew his gaze and looked down at the cloud bed beneath him.

Guang Chengzi knelt on the ground, slightly raising his head, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Master, just now...did you sense something?"

As soon as the voice fell, the other eleven Golden Immortals all looked up.

Hundreds of disciples of the Chan Sect also looked towards Yuanshi.

In those eyes, there was doubt, curiosity, and an undisguised tension.

The Master preached without interruption.

Today, however, it suddenly stopped and looked westward.

Something big must have happened.

Yuanshi looked down at his disciples, at their puzzled faces.

A moment of silence.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"It's alright."

"I only sensed the presence of an old friend."

Guang Chengzi was taken aback: "An old friend?"

Yuanshi nodded: "Xuandu."

As soon as the two words were spoken, the Jade Void Palace fell silent.

Guang Chengzi's pupils constricted slightly.

Chi Jingzi's complexion changed slightly.

Yun Zhongzi frowned.

Taiyi Zhenren clenched his hands slightly.

The other Golden Immortals had different expressions.

Xuandu.

Deputy leader of the Jie Sect.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

He spent a century proving his Dao, mending the heavens and supporting the sky, annihilating Nuwa, and forcing the Four Sages to retreat.

Before the Ten Thousand Yuan Meeting, he was already one of the most powerful beings in the primordial world.

Even their master, Yuanshi, had suffered losses at his hands.

Has he emerged from seclusion?

"Master."

Guang Chengzi spoke, his voice slightly deep:

"When Xuandu left the pass, did he go to the West? To Mount Sumeru?"

Yuan Shi nodded.

Guang Chengzi's expression changed again.

"Why did he go to see Jieyin and Zhunti?"

Yuanshi shook his head: "I don't know."

"but......"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business."

"That's a matter for Jieyin and Zhunti."

"It's their karma with Xuandu."

Guang Chengzi remained silent.

He gazed at Yuanshi, at those eyes that shone with a pure, ethereal light yet held a chilling edge.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

How could he not know the cause and effect between his master and Xuandu?

Back then, in Zixiao Palace, the four saints joined forces to besiege Xuandu, but were instead trapped by the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Nuwa perished, Laozi was deposed, and Jieyin Zhun handed over the most precious treasure.

Although the master did not hand over the Pangu Banner, he paid the price of the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

That cause and effect has not yet been resolved.

It's just being suppressed temporarily.

Now that Xuandu has left the pass, he will first go to Mount Sumeru.

Who will be the next one?

Kunlun Mountains?

Jade Void Palace?

Guang Chengzi dared not even think about it.

But he knew in his heart that, given Xuandu's temperament, he would never let this go so easily.

That person acted with meticulous care, step by step, leaving no room for error.

From preaching the Way on the shores of the East China Sea to attaining enlightenment and primordial unity.

From abolishing Laozi's teachings to beheading Nuwa, the Holy Mother.

From mending the sky to collecting the five flags.

Every step is part of the game.

Every piece was placed in a crucial position.

His first stop after leaving the pass was Mount Sumeru, which must have had a profound meaning.

"Master."

Guang Chengzi spoke, his voice low and deep:

"There is something I don't understand."

Yuan Shi's eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"

Guang Chengzi asked, "Xuan Du has been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years. Now that he has emerged, what level of cultivation has he reached?"

The Primordial One remained silent.

He looked at Guang Chengzi, at that face full of doubt.

He slowly shook his head.

"I don't know."

"His aura was concealed, so even I, as his teacher, could not perceive it clearly."

"but......"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Even if he breaks through many more levels, he will only reach the fifth or sixth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm."

"Your master is a seventh-level Heavenly Saint."

"Within the primordial world, under the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, even in the eighth heaven, I dare to fight."

"If he dares to come to Kunlun Mountain, I will make sure he never returns."

As soon as the words fell, a solemn silence fell over the Jade Void Palace.

Guang Chengzi looked at Yuanshi, at that majestic yet confident face.

The unease in my heart gradually dissipated.

Yes.

My master is from the Seventh Heaven.

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

Even if someone is a genius, even if they have an extraordinary background, how many breakthroughs can they make?

Fifth Heaven? Sixth Heaven? That's the absolute limit.

And Master is the Seventh Heaven.

Moreover, within the primordial world, it is blessed by the Heavenly Dao.

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

If Xuandu dares to come, he will be walking into a trap.

"Master is wise!"

Guang Chengzi knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

The remaining Golden Immortals and hundreds of disciples of the Chan Sect all knelt down:

"Master is wise!"

The sound reverberated throughout the palace, lingering for a long time.

Yuanshi looked down at his disciples, at their reverent faces.

The smile on his lips deepened even further.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

Xuandu.

You wait.

The next great eon will be your death day.

That would be the end of the Jie Sect.

He withdrew his gaze and slowly spoke:

"Continue preaching."

As the sound faded, the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged once more.

The vast, ocean-like light enveloped the entire Jade Void Palace.

It enveloped the disciples below.

The voice of the Primordial One rang out once more.

calm.

majesty.

It carried a hint of suppressed chill.

Guang Chengzi sat cross-legged, listening intently.

But a thorn always lingered in his heart.

Xuandu.

That figure in green robes weighed on his heart like a mountain.

Lingering.

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