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Rahu remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Aren't you afraid that once I recover, I'll turn my back on you?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll seize your sect and kill your master?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll become the second Hongjun?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly upon hearing this.

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

"I'm not afraid."

The two words fell like a spring breeze.

Rahu was stunned.

Not afraid?

Why aren't you afraid?

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"Because you are not Hongjun."

"Because what you want is freedom, transcendence, and the unrestrained Tao."

"What Hongjun wants is control, order, and the unchanging destiny of those billions of dollars."

"You and he are on different paths."

"We cannot work together."

Luo Hou shuddered.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

This child understands him.

He understands why he is an enemy of Hongjun.

I understand why he self-destructed on Mount Sumeru.

I understand why he is sleeping on a multi-million dollar bank account and refuses to bow his head.

It's not about vying for power and profit.

It is not to claim supremacy over all races.

This is the Way.

It is the Dao that is unrestrained, lawless, unpredictable, and without constraints.

It is the innate, ingrained, and indelible nature of that chaotic demon god.

What Hongjun wanted was order.

What Rahu wanted was freedom.

Our paths diverge.

We cannot work together.

Rahu slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable calm in those dark eyes.

"it is good."

With that word spoken, a sense of relief washed over me.

He gazed at Xuandu and slowly spoke:

"I, [the speaker], join the Jie Sect."

As the six words fell, the very essence of the demonic path surged violently in the darkness!

That dark light suddenly intensified!

Rahu's illusory figure became increasingly solid!

The blurry face became clearer and clearer!

That elusive figure became more and more stable!

He is reuniting the true spirit.

Using the Qi and fortune of the Jie Sect as a guide.

With Xuan Du's promise as our salary.

The core of it is the obsession with that multi-million dollar meeting.

Reunion!

Unfortunately, the Xuanmen sect is too powerful now.

Rahu's newly solidified true spirit trembled slightly amidst the surging of the demonic origin.

The dark light blazed brightly for a moment, then was suppressed by an invisible force.

That was the power of Heaven, the fortune of the Xuanmen, and the backlash of the oath "the Way declines and the Demon grows".

The stronger the Taoist sect is, the weaker the demonic sect becomes.

The more prosperous the Jie Sect became, the more Rahu declined.

Now that the fortunes of the three sects of Xuanmen are at their zenith, even if he borrows the blessing of the Jie Sect's fortune, even if he borrows the residual marks of the Four Swords of Zhuxian to awaken them, even if he borrows the promise of Xuandu as fuel, he still cannot truly reunite his true spirit.

It can only solidify for a moment.

Then, it was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.

Rahu stood in the darkness, his illusory figure flickering in and out of sight.

He looked down at his own fleeting figure, at his unstable true spirit, and at the demonic origin that was being suppressed inch by inch by the power of the Heavenly Dao.

silence.

a long time.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:

"The Taoist master has vanquished the demons."

"The oath I made back then has now come back to haunt me."

"As long as the Xuanmen sect continues to decline, the demonic path will not flourish."

"Then I will never be able to truly return."

He raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu.

Deep within those dark eyes lay a deep sense of resentment.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He waited for a meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

Day and night, the Yuanhui is restored.

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 now he knows.

I won't live to see that day.

Because the Xuanmen (mystical sect) is too powerful.

Because the Jie Sect was too powerful.

Because of the vow that "the Way will decline and the Demon will grow," he was firmly suppressed under Mount Sumeru and could not escape.

Unless the Taoist sect declines.

Unless the fortunes of the Jie Sect are greatly damaged.

Unless the predetermined course of fate is reversed.

Otherwise, even if he waits for hundreds of millions of dollars, he will not wake up.

Luo Hou took a deep breath, suppressing the surging resentment in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu.

"The next great calamity is about to begin."

"The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods will be the time of the decline of the Xuanmen sect."

"That will be the day when the fortunes of the Jie Sect are greatly diminished."

"This is the opportunity for my true return."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"You must weaken Hongjun's Xuanmen as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, I cannot help you."

"Even if you invite me to join the Jie Sect, it will only be an empty title."

"If I cannot come out, I will be unable to help you."

"Then they would be unable to fight against Hongjun."

"The cause and effect of that year cannot be resolved."

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

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

"I know."

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Luo Hou gazed at him, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

A sudden, indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

This kid is too steady.

It was so stable it sent chills down my spine.

He invited me to join the Jie Sect, not so that I would do something.

It wasn't to put himself in a battle with Hongjun.

It's not about settling the karmic debts within myself.

So what was his purpose?

Luo Hou frowned slightly.

But he didn't ask.

Because he knew that the figure in blue before him would not speak.

That person never did anything futile.

Every step, every game, every piece.

All of them are interconnected.

Each step progresses in turn.

Everything was part of the plan.

His invitation to join the Jie Sect must have had a deeper meaning.

All I have to do is wait.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

When the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) declines.

When I truly return.

Everything will be revealed in time.

"it is good."

Rahu spoke, his voice calm:

"I believe you."

"The day the Investiture of the Gods begins will be the day I return."

"At that time, I will fulfill my promise."

"Let's join forces and together destroy Hongjun."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He didn't say anything more.

With a simple gesture, a chaotic light surged from his palm and entered Rahu's illusory true spirit.

Within that light lay the destiny of the Jie Sect, the primordial chaos, and methods of healing.

Furthermore, there is a wisp of his true essence from Xuandu.

Rahu closed his eyes to perceive.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, and a light flickered in his dark pupils.

"The Chaos Pearl?"

He spoke, his voice tinged with surprise.

Xuan Du nodded:

"good."

"With this pearl concealing you, even Hongjun will not be able to sense that you have awakened."

"You should rest and recuperate here."

"The day the Investiture of the Gods begins and the Xuanmen sect declines will be the day you truly return."

Rahu remained silent.

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

a long time.

He nodded slowly:

"good."

With that one word spoken, no further words were uttered.

His illusory figure slowly disappeared into the origin of the demonic path.

The dark light gradually faded.

Deep within the mountain, deathly silence returned.

Only the four sword lights that shot into the sky remained suspended in the void.

Only the figure in green robes remained standing with his hands behind his back.

Xuan Du gazed at the gradually subsiding demonic origin, a slow smile curving his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

It became.

Rahu joined the Jie Sect.

The chaotic gods and demons have been invited.

The system's reward is coming.