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

Hongjun's gaze sharpened.

Unless Xuandu possesses a supreme treasure capable of concealing the secrets of heaven.

Chaos Orb.

It is a primordial treasure that existed since the beginning of time, and is ranked alongside the Jade Disc of Creation and the Axe of Creation.

This pearl contains a world within it, capable of concealing heavenly secrets, isolating cause and effect, and deceiving the heavens and the sea.

If Xuandu obtains this pearl, he can use the world within the pearl to conceal his aura.

Even he might not be able to notice.

Hongjun took a deep breath.

He recalled those days.

When I recall the time the tunnel was restored, the heavens were in chaos, and everything was blurry.

He assumed that Yang Mei had made the move.

He thought that his old rival had returned and ruined his plans.

He believed that Yang Mei had concealed everything using the laws of space.

But now that I think about it...

not necessarily.

Although Yang Mei is strong, his spatial laws rely heavily on the supreme power to distort the void and shatter all things.

Concealing the secrets of heaven is not his forte.

But the Chaos Pearl is different.

This pearl contains a world within itself, a world of its own, isolated from the primordial wilderness.

Even the Heavenly Dao cannot perceive anything inside the pearl.

If Xuandu uses this pearl to conceal his aura, conceal cause and effect, and conceal the truth of the earth's revival.

Even he couldn't deduce it in the slightest.

Hongjun's expression darkened slightly.

He thought of Wuzhuang Temple.

Beneath the ginseng fruit tree, a lingering aura of chaos remained.

The aura was exactly the same as Yang Mei's, which made him certain that his old rival had returned.

But what if that aura wasn't left by Yang Mei?

What if that aura was faked by the Chaos Pearl?

What if that aura was deliberately left by Xuandu to make him suspect Yang Mei?

Hongjun's gaze grew cold.

What a magnificent Xuandu!

What a Chaos Pearl!

What a clever scheme to use someone else to do the dirty work.

Borrow his knife to kill Yang Mei.

Using Yang Mei's hand, we deplete his Heavenly Dao essence.

They used the underground tunnel to revive, disrupting his plans.

By using the Investiture of the Gods calamity, they forced him to take action personally.

Every step, every game, every piece.

All of them are interconnected.

Each step progresses in turn.

Everything was part of the plan.

Hongjun, who calls himself the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, is in charge of the Primordial World's Billion-Yuan Society.

Yet, from beginning to end, he was led by the nose by a junior.

Yet, from beginning to end, he was kept in the dark by a younger person.

Yet, from beginning to end, he was completely outmaneuvered by a junior.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a bottomless chill in them.

Xuandu.

You are fine.

very good.

He raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

There, a figure sat cross-legged, his body surrounded by a chaotic light that flowed endlessly. Although his aura was weak, he already possessed the foundation of a saint.

Nuwa.

Since her resurrection, she has been cultivating in the Zixiao Palace.

The sacred body is reshaped with the origin of the Heavenly Dao, the true spirit is reassembled with the chaotic energy, and the Dao fruit is reforged with the methods of the Dao Ancestor.

With the help of Hongjun Daozu, she had already broken through to the seventh level of the Heavenly Dao Saint realm after spending tens of thousands of yuan.

Although it is far from its peak, it has already gained the ability to protect itself.

At this moment, she is meditating with her eyes closed.

suddenly.

She was startled.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

She sensed it.

Above Mount Sumeru, that fleeting aura.

Xuandu.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

The Seventh Heaven.

Seventh Heaven!

How is that possible!

Nuwa's face turned deathly pale.

She remembers it clearly.

Above Mount Buzhou, the figure in green robes unleashed a punch.

At that time, Xuandu was only at the first level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm.

Although her foundation was damaged and her cultivation level dropped, she was still a Heavenly Saint.

But he was killed with a single punch.

His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

The true spirit dissipated.

The sacred body shattered.

She still vividly remembers that punch.

She still feels lingering fear from that punch.

She still can't get over that punch.

She hates.

I hate Xuandu.

She hated the punch that took her life, her holy position, and everything from her.

She believed that after her resurrection and restoration of her cultivation, she would be able to take revenge.

She thought that no matter how strong Xuandu was, he had only cultivated for a few hundred years.

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

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

But now, she knows.

I was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Xuandu is the seventh heaven.

Just like her.

Moreover, the stability of her foundation and the depth of her aura far surpassed the cultivation level that she had forcibly enhanced with her Heavenly Dao Origin.

Nuwa slowly closed her eyes.

That once beautiful face was now filled with despair.

The hatred remains.

But beneath that hatred lay a profound sense of powerlessness.

It is despair.

It's a helpless resignation to fate.

"Nuwa."

A calm, unwavering voice sounded from behind her.

Nuwa shuddered and turned around abruptly.

Hongjun Daozu stood behind her with his hands behind his back, his gray Daoist robe hanging down, his face ancient and his eyes indifferent.

Those eyes were quietly watching her.

"teacher......"

Nuwa spoke, her voice hoarse.

Hongjun gazed at her, his eyes calm:

"You sensed it?"

Nuwa nodded:

"I sensed it."

"Xuandu...the Seventh Heaven."

Hongjun nodded slightly:

"good."

"Seventh Heaven."

Nuwa gritted her teeth:

"Teacher, why did he break through so quickly?"

"Even a Chaos Demon God would need countless eons to ascend from the Third Heaven to the Seventh Heaven."

"What gives him the right?"

Hongjun remained silent.

He looked at Nuwa, at her face filled with resentment and doubt.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"He has the Chaos Pearl."

As soon as the five words were uttered, Nuwa's pupils contracted sharply.

Chaos Orb.

It is a primordial treasure that existed since the beginning of time, and is ranked alongside the Jade Disc of Creation and the Axe of Creation.

This bead contains a world within it, where time flows a hundred times faster than in the outside world.

One year outside is like a hundred years inside the Pearl River.

One epoch outside the pearl equals one hundred epochs inside the pearl.

Xuandu left the prehistoric world and returned to the Yuanhui.

If he cultivates within the Chaos Pearl...

Nuwa dared not even imagine it.

Tens of thousands of yuan for a meeting, a hundred times the time.

How many years is that?

That's a lot of accumulated knowledge.

That's a lot of profound knowledge and experience.

Even those with mediocre talent can produce a Grand Luo Immortal.

Not to mention a genius like Xuandu.

Nuwa slowly closed her eyes.

The last trace of color drained from that beautiful face.

"teacher......"

She spoke, her voice barely audible:

"Disciple, is it still possible to avenge him?"

Hongjun gazed at her, remaining silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"able."

As soon as the word was uttered, Nuwa suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were filled with disbelief.

"teacher!"

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:

Please give me some guidance, teacher!

Hongjun gazed at her, his eyes calm as still water.

"The next great calamity will be the conferment of gods."

"The Jie Sect is the one destined to face this calamity."

"Xuan Du is the vice leader of the Jie Sect."

He can't escape.

"There's no escaping it."

Nuwa raised her head and looked at Hongjun.

A light shone in those eyes.

"What the teacher means is..."

Hongjun said:

"Once the Investiture of the Gods begins, under the predetermined fate of Heaven, even those at the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm will have to face the tribulation."

"Even with the Chaos Pearl in hand, he couldn't be protected."

"Even if the Jie Sect's fortune is at its peak, it cannot withstand the will of Heaven."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"You only need to cultivate diligently in the Purple Cloud Palace."

"The day the Investiture of the Gods begins will be the day you return to the primordial world."

"That will be your time to avenge yourself."

Nuwa trembled violently upon hearing this.

She gazed at Hongjun, at those indifferent yet profoundly meaningful eyes.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

Investiture of the Gods.

The next great calamity.

The Jie Sect is facing a calamity.

Xuan Du cannot escape.

She just needs to wait.

Waiting for that day to come.

Then the figure in green knelt before her.

She will repay that punch that took her life a hundredfold.

Thank you, teacher!

Nuwa kowtowed deeply, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Hongjun nodded slightly.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The gray figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Nuwa stood alone in place, gazing at the vanished figure and the empty void.

Slowly clench your fists.

Hatred surged like a tide in those eyes.

Yet, within that hatred, there was also a hint of anticipation.

Investiture of the Gods.

The next great calamity.

Xuandu.

You wait.

The day I return will be the day you die.