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Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Tongtian sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting slightly.

I sensed it.

Xuan Du is back.

And they arrived extremely quickly.

It was more than ten times faster than when we left.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuan Du landed on the cloud bed and bowed slightly:

"Master."

Tongtian looked at him, at those calm yet profound eyes.

"How is the situation regarding Mount Sumeru?"

Xuandu said:

"This disciple fought against Jieyin and Zhunti."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly: "What was the result?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"Your disciple has won."

"Jieyin and Zhunti are utterly vulnerable."

"Cultivation level of the fifth heaven, combat strength of the fourth heaven."

"Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't withstand a single punch from this disciple."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian slowly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised joy.

"it is good."

"With this result, I am relieved."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"What are your plans next?"

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"This disciple wishes to borrow Master's Four Swords of Zhuxian and the array diagram."

Tongtian was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

A faint hint of doubt flashed deep within those eyes, which gleamed with the light of swords.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Battle formation diagram.

This formation is the most precious treasure of the Jie Sect, unparalleled in its lethality, and cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages.

Since he took office, the billion-dollar bank account has never left his side.

He never lent this formation to anyone else.

But at this moment, Xuandu spoke.

Tongtian gazed at him, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded endless composure.

I didn't ask why.

They didn't ask what it was for.

They didn't ask when it would be returned.

He simply raised his hand.

Four sword lights shot into the sky from the palm of his hand!

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Immortal Slayer Sword!

The Immortal-Trapping Sword!

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Four swords were drawn simultaneously, suspended in Biyou Palace, their tips pointing straight to the sky.

On the sword, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, and killing intent surged like a tide.

The light was so intense, so sharp, so domineering that it illuminated the entire palace in an instant.

Tongtian raised his hand again.

An array diagram flew out from the Purple Mansion and hovered below the four swords.

The image is a chaotic color, and on its surface, four sword lights intertwine like a net, evolving into endless killing intent.

The array diagram and the four swords are connected in their aura and share the same Daoist principles.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is complete and intact.

"Take it."

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

The image of four swords and one sword transformed into five streams of light, falling straight into Xuan Du's palm.

Xuandu clenched his five fingers.

The four swords and one sword diagram trembled gently in his palm, as if sensing their new master.

He lowered his eyes, gazing at the five streams of light in his palm, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Thank you, Master."

As he finished speaking, he bowed slightly.

Tongtian waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities."

He gazed at Xuandu, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss:

"I trust you to get things done."

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian are heavy, but you are heavier than those swords."

"Take it and use it, then return it when you're done."

Xuan Du nodded.

"This disciple will certainly return the jade intact to Zhao."

He straightened up and looked up at Tongtian.

The master and his apprentice looked at each other.

Needless to say.

it is more than words.

Tongtian smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and continued his cultivation.

His sword intent flowed like water, subtly resonating with the restrictions on the entire Golden Turtle Island.

It was as if lending out the sect's most precious treasure was just a simple matter.

As Xuandu gazed at his master's calm yet trusting face, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

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

From mending the sky to collecting the five flags.

From subduing the four ferocious beasts to now borrowing the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

His master never asked him why.

I have never questioned his decision.

It has never stopped him.

Just believe.

Unconditional faith.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

Turn around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Above Jin'ao Island.

Xuan Du materialized, standing with his hands behind his back.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the five streams of light in his palm.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian, and their formation diagram.

The sword exuded a murderous aura that surged like a tide.

Within the array, four sword lights intertwined like a net.

This is the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Created by Rahu and controlled by Tongtian, it is the treasure that guards the Jie Sect.

It cannot be broken without the Four Sages.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked westward.

Looking towards Mount Sumeru.

There, deep within the mountains, all was deathly silent.

The true spirit of Rahu resides in the place where the origin of the demonic path slumbers.

He's going there.

Using the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation as the guide and the remaining marks among the four swords as the key.

Awaken the Demon Ancestor who slumbers amidst billions of dollars.

Xuandu took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished in an instant above Jin'ao Island.

The west.

Mount Sumeru.

Deep within the mountain, darkness remained.

The void rippled silently, and a figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, enveloped in darkness.

Under the cover of the Chaos Pearl, his aura, cause and effect, and origin were all hidden in the void.

Even Jieyin and Zhunti could not sense that he had gone deep into the mountain.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun could not perceive his actions at this moment.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings.

dark.

Endless darkness.

No light, no sound, no wind.

Only rocks, unchanging rocks.

The last time he came, he couldn't sense any demonic aura.

Because Rahu's true spirit was so weak that even his breath could not escape.

Because the Taoist sect was too powerful, it suppressed the demonic sect, preventing it from gaining any traction.

Because of the vow that "the Way will decline and the Demon will grow," Rahu himself was struck by a backlash.

But this time, it's different.

Xuan Du slowly raised his hand.

Four sword lights shot into the sky from the palm of his hand!

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Immortal Slayer Sword!

The Immortal-Trapping Sword!

The Immortal-Slaying Sword!

Four swords were drawn simultaneously, suspended in the darkness, their tips pointing straight into the void.

The sword exuded a murderous aura that surged like a tide.

The light was so intense, so sharp, so domineering that it instantly illuminated the entire mountainside.

Illuminate that eternal darkness.

Illuminate the dormant, demonic origins of the billion-dollar society.

The array diagram followed closely behind.

Suspended beneath the four swords, the four sword lights intertwine like a net on the image.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is complete and intact.

Xuan Du stood amidst the sword formation, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Buzz!"

All four swords trembled simultaneously!

The trembling sound was like a dragon's roar, a tiger's howl, and the sound of eternal slaughter!

The innate Dao patterns on the sword suddenly blazed brightly!

An aura of killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, rushing straight into the depths of the mountain!

Rushing towards the place where the origin of the demonic path slumbers!

Rushing towards the place where the true spirit of Narahou resides!

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

"boom!"

Deep inside the mountain, a muffled explosion suddenly rang out!

The sound was so loud, so vast, so domineering that it instantly pierced through billions of miles of void!

The entire Mount Sumeru trembled!

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is shaken!

The market is fluctuating, but the key point is clear: [This is a sign of a potential upward trend.]