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On Mount Sumeru.

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Jieyin suddenly opened his eyes, his face, which had been filled with pity for the billionaires, now filled with horror.

He sensed it.

Deep within the mountain, four sword lights shot into the sky.

An aura of killing intent surged like a tidal wave.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

That's the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!

"How is that possible!"

Zhunti lost his voice, his voice became hoarse.

"Isn't the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in Tongtian's hands?"

"How did you end up at the foot of my Mount Sumeru?"

"Xuandu!"

"It's Xuan Du!"

He suddenly stood up, his body radiating golden light.

Those eyes were filled with anger and fear.

He was furious because Xuandu had barged into his dojo.

Fear gripped him, for the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation lay beneath his feet.

The guide remained silent.

He just stared intently into the depths of the mountain, at the four sword lights that shot into the sky.

An indescribable chill surged within me.

Xuandu.

He borrowed the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Come to Mount Sumeru.

What are you doing?

he does not know.

But he knew in his heart that what the man in blue had done must have been earth-shattering.

It certainly has nothing to do with them.

It must also be related to them.

"Junior brother."

The guide opened his mouth, his voice hoarse:

"sit down."

Zhunti was taken aback:

"Senior brother?"

Jieyin gazed at him, her eyes calm as still water:

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages."

"If the two of us charge down, we'll only be throwing our lives away."

"Why don't we sit down and wait for him to come out?"

Zhunti was startled.

He looked at Jieyin, at those calm yet despairing eyes.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But it couldn't make a sound.

To send someone to their death.

Yes.

To send someone to their death.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages.

It took the combined efforts of the four saints to break the formation.

Now it's just the two of them.

Going down there would be suicide.

Zhunti slowly closed his eyes.

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

He slumped down by the pool, his hands clasped together.

Chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Amitabha......"

Jieyin also closed his eyes.

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

Golden light shimmered, and lotus flowers bloomed.

Business as usual.

But beneath that calm lay an unspeakable despair.

Deep in the mountains.

Xuandu stood amidst the sword formation, his gaze fixed intently on the depths of the mountain's interior.

There, the very essence of demonic power is churning.

There, the true spirit of Rahu is awakening.

There, the will of a billion-dollar slumbering organization is slowly opening its eyes.

"boom!"

Another explosion rang out!

Deep within the mountain, a burst of pitch-black light suddenly erupted!

The light was as black as ink and as deep as an abyss, as if it could devour all light.

The origin of demonic cultivation!

The origin of Rahu!

Within that light, a phantom figure slowly took shape.

His face was blurred, and his figure was elusive, but the outline was none other than Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

Chaos Demon God.

The first master of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as black as ink, as deep as an abyss, as if they contained endless destruction and slaughter.

He gazed at Xuandu.

Gazing at that figure in green.

Gazing at the four swords of Zhuxian suspended in the void.

Gazing at that familiar sword blade, that familiar aura of slaughter, that familiar primal mark.

silence.

a long time.

He spoke, his voice hoarse and piercing like a vengeful ghost:

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian..."

"Why is my sword in your hand?"

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

"The Tongtian Sect Leader is my master."

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian were borrowed by me."

Upon hearing this, a faint glint flashed in Luo Hou's dark eyes.

Borrowed?

The Four Swords of Zhuxian are the treasures of the Jie Sect.

An unparalleled killing formation that cannot be broken by anyone other than the Four Saints.

Tongtian actually lent it to a junior?

"Who are you?"

Rahu spoke.

Xuan Du looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"The Intercepting Sect, Xuandu."

The six words fell like a thunderclap.

Rahu's pupils constricted slightly.

The Intercepting Sect.

Xuandu.

He is asleep in a multi-million dollar club, unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

But he sensed it.

He sensed that the figure in blue robes before him possessed a terrifying power within him, enough to rival his own at his peak.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

The Seventh Heaven.

Moreover, its foundation is solid, its aura is profound, and there is not a trace of superficiality.

It wasn't a forced increase in cultivation level.

It's not a realm built up from elixirs.

It's a foundation built solidly, through every punch and kick.

It is the foundation accumulated from one era to the next.

Rahu remained silent.

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

a long time.

He spoke:

"Why have you awakened me?"

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"I invite you to join the Jie Sect."

As soon as the five words were uttered, Rahu was stunned.

Join the Jie Sect?

He is Rahu, the Demon Ancestor, the Chaos Demon God, and the first master of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

He was of the same generation as Hongjun and lived as long as heaven and earth.

Even those who reach the highest levels of enlightenment are juniors in his presence.

Now, a junior.

Invite him to join the Jie Sect?

ridiculous.

But Rahu did not laugh.

Because he knew that the figure in blue before him was not joking.

Those eyes were calm as still water.

That face was as steady as a mountain.

That aura was as vast as an abyss.

He was serious.

"Do you know who I am?"

Rahu spoke, his voice as cold as ice for eternity.

Xuan Du nodded:

"Know."

"Demon Ancestor Rahu, the Chaos Demon God, the first master of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation."

"In the past, during the battle between the Dao and the Demon, I fought a decisive battle with Hongjun at the foot of Mount Sumeru."

"Having self-destructed and perished, his true spirit now slumbers here."

"A gathering of hundreds of millions of yuan, from which there is no escape."

Luo Hou's gaze narrowed slightly.

This child knows everything.

Know his background, his past, and his current situation.

But he still came.

They still invited him to join the Jie Sect.

She still stood before him, her blue robes fluttering slightly, her gaze calm.

Why?

Rahu spoke.

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"Because you are useful."

The four characters fell like ancient ice.

Luo Hou was stunned.

it works?

It's not pity.

It's not sympathy.

It's not salvation.

Yes... it's useful.

That's very useful.

A slow smile crept onto Luo Hou's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

But beneath that coldness lay a hint of something indescribable... appreciation.

"What use am I?"

Xuandu said:

"You are a Chaos Demon God, of the same generation as Hongjun."

"If you join the Jie Sect, you will become a protector of the Dharma."

"Ranked alongside Kunpeng, Fuxi, and Styx."

"No apprenticeship, no formal greetings, and no adherence to sect rules."

"Just nominally join the Jie Sect."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou's eyes flickered slightly.

Protector of the Dharma.

I do not take a master.

No formal greeting.

Not bound by the rules of the sect.

Nominally joined the Jie Sect.

This kid has thought things through quite thoroughly.

"and then?"

Rahu spoke.

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

"Then, I will help you take revenge."

"I will help you kill Hongjun."

"To help you settle the karmic debts of the past."

Rahu's pupils constricted slightly.

Kill Hongjun.

To settle the karmic debts of that year.

He had been waiting for this day, waiting for a multi-million dollar event.

He sleeps here, day and night, through countless cycles of rebirth.

It is all for the sake of one day returning to chaos and making a comeback.

It was all so that one day he could fight Hongjun again and avenge his humiliation.

It was all so that one day, that gray figure would kneel before him.

But he knew he couldn't do it.

Because Hongjun was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, he was at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Dao.

Even at his peak, he was no match for him.

Moreover, what about now?

He needs to leverage his connections.

Whose help should we borrow?

The way of Heaven is unreliable, the way of Earth has just awakened, and the way of Humanity is not yet complete.

In the primordial world, the only sect that could rival Hongjun was the Jie Sect.

There is the Chaos Bell suppressing the fortune, the Tongtian guarding the place, and the figure in green robes standing before us.

There is a foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of yuan.

The Jie Sect has become the largest power in the prehistoric world.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun dared not underestimate him.

If he joins the Jie Sect, he will receive the sect's blessing and guidance from the Primordial Chaos Dao.

His cultivation will be restored soon.

Breaking through one's cultivation level is not necessarily a bad thing.

At that time, he will fight against Hongjun.

The outcome is unpredictable.