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On Mount Sumeru.

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat side by side, surrounded by golden light, with lotus flowers in full bloom.

But beneath that calm lay an indescribable tension.

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

That murderous aura also disappeared.

The figure in green also disappeared.

Xuan Du is gone.

Jieyin slowly opened his eyes, and a faint trace of relief flashed deep in the depths of those eyes that had shown compassion for the billionaires.

gone.

They've finally left.

Zhunti also opened his eyes, his thin face filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Senior brother... he's gone."

The guide nodded:

"I'm gone."

Zhunti gritted his teeth:

"What exactly did he do at the foot of Mount Sumeru?"

The guide shook his head:

"I don't know."

"There's no need to know."

"It's good that he's gone."

Zhunti remained silent.

He gazed at his senior's calm yet bitter face, his heart churning with indescribable emotions.

Yes.

It's good that you're gone.

As for what he did?

Even if we knew, what could we do?

Can we win?

Can we stop them?

Can we catch up?

No.

Then there's no need to know.

Zhunti slowly closed his eyes and softly chanted the Buddha's name:

"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 a sense of powerlessness that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

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

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

Xuan Du landed on the cloud bed and bowed slightly:

"Master."

Tongtian opened his eyes and looked at him.

Sword light flickered in those eyes.

"Have you used up the Four Swords of Zhuxian?"

Xuan Du nodded:

"It's all used up."

He raised his hand, and four sword lights shot into the sky from his palm.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword, the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Immortal Trapping Sword, and the Immortal Annihilation Sword.

Four swords were drawn simultaneously and hung in the Biyou Palace.

The array diagram followed closely behind.

The five streams of light all returned.

Tongtian gazed at the four swords of Zhuxian suspended in the void and nodded slightly.

He did not ask Xuandu what he had done.

They didn't ask what the borrowed sword was for.

They did not ask what had happened at the foot of Mount Sumeru.

He simply raised his hand and made a gentle gesture.

The image of four swords and one sword transformed into five streams of light, disappearing into his dantian.

"It's good that you're back."

The four words fell like a spring breeze.

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

"Master."

He spoke, his voice slightly deep.

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly:

"What is it?"

Xuandu said:

"This disciple's cultivation has reached the eighth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, Biyou Palace fell silent.

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tongtian's pupils shrank slightly.

He stared intently at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded endless composure.

Eight Heavens?

Eighth Heaven of Primordial Chaos?

A few days ago, Xuandu returned, but only reached the seventh heaven.

A few days later, they arrived at the eighth heaven.

Even with the Chaos Pearl's time acceleration, it wouldn't be this fast.

unless......

Unless Xuandu obtains another extraordinary opportunity in this short period of time.

With this thought in mind, Tongtian felt relieved.

After all, it's perfectly normal for Xuandu to obtain such an opportunity.

Even if an extraordinary opportunity were to fall upon him, it would still seem perfectly reasonable.

After all, Xuandu attained the Great Luo Primordial Dao a hundred years ago, created his own martial arts laws, and mended and supported the heavens...

Which one isn't absolutely amazing?

Which one wasn't unprecedented?

Which one isn't absurd?

Compared to those, what is it to break through from the seventh to the eighth level in a few days?

Tongtian's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried undisguised satisfaction and pride.

"it is good."

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

He rose, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the cloud bed, and looked up at Xuandu.

Deep within those eyes, which gleamed with the light of swords, lay a profound sense of emotion.

"The Eighth Heaven".

"The Eighth Heaven of the Primordial Chaos Realm".

"Even a Chaos Demon God like Yang Mei took countless eons to go from the seventh to the eighth heaven."

"You're quite something, finishing it in just a few days."

He paused, then gently shook his head:

"Sometimes I really wonder if you are the reincarnation of the Father God Pangu."

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"Master is joking."

"I was just lucky."

Tongtian waved his hand:

"luck?"

"In the primordial world, there are countless beings who possess great destiny."

"Throughout history, you are probably the only one who has reached such a state."

"Even I, your teacher, am not as good as you."

Then Xuandu said:

"Aside from a stroke of luck..."

"This disciple has invited a chaotic god-demon to join the Jie Sect."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian's pupils contracted slightly.

Chaos Gods and Demons?

Before the creation of heaven and earth, there were three thousand chaotic demons who were born in chaos and were of the same generation as Pangu.

What kind of existence is that?

Yangmei Daoist was one of them.

Hollow Willow attained enlightenment, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

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

Even someone as powerful as him would have to treat such a person with the respect due to a junior.

Now, Xuandu has invited a chaotic god-demon to join the Jie Sect?

"Who?"

Tongtian spoke, his voice slightly deep.

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly uttered two words:

"Rahu".

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

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tongtian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

The first master of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

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

He self-destructed and perished, his true spirit dissipated.

The multi-million dollar meeting has vanished without a trace.

He believed that Rahu had already perished in the great eon.

He thought that the name of the Demon Ancestor was nothing more than a legend.

He believed that the true master of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation had long since become history.

But now, Xuandu tells him.

Rahu is still alive.

It lies dormant beneath Mount Sumeru.

He also joined the Jie Sect.

"You...invited Rahu?"

Tongtian spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Xuan Du nodded:

"Yes."

"Rahu's true spirit slumbers deep within Mount Sumeru, suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, unable to transcend it."

"I used the Four Swords of Zhuxian as a catalyst to awaken him."

"Invite him to join the Jie Sect as a protector of the Dharma."

"He agreed."

Tongtian remained silent.

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

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

Chaos Demon God.

The first master of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Such a person actually joined the Jie Sect?

Although he was merely a protector of the Dharma, he did not formally become a disciple, and he was not bound by the sect's rules.

In name only, he was already a member of the Jie Sect.

The Jie Sect acquired a chaotic god-demon.

There was someone of the same generation as Hongjun.

There was a Demon Ancestor.

Tongtian took a deep breath, suppressing the surging astonishment in his heart.

"What is Rahu's current cultivation level?"

Xuandu said:

"The true spirit is not yet solidified, the original source has not been restored, and one-tenth of the cultivation remains."

"He possesses the realm of the Nine Heavens, but lacks the foundation of the Nine Heavens."

"Only when the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) declines can it truly return."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian nodded slightly.

"The Taoist master has vanquished the demons."

"The oath that Rahu made back then has now come back to haunt him."

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

"Even if he joins the Jie Sect, he won't be able to get out."

Xuan Du nodded:

"Exactly."

"Therefore, disciples must weaken the Xuanmen before the Conferment of Gods."

"Let Rahu truly return."

"Make him a major fighting force of the Jie Sect."

Tongtian gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

Are you confident?

Xuan Du smiled slightly:

"I never do anything without a certainty of success."

"The Intercepting Sect is the one destined to face the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods."

"The Grandmaster Hongjun orchestrated the Billion Yuan Gathering to suppress the Jie Sect through this calamity."

"But how can I, your disciple, allow him to have his way?"

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"This disciple will make the Investiture of the Gods a calamity for the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

"Rather than a calamity for the Jie Sect."

"We must thwart the schemes of Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

"We must reverse the predetermined course of fate."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian was startled.

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

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

To reverse the predetermined course of fate.

How arrogant that is!

That's incredibly audacious.

What... grandeur that was!

Even someone with extraordinary abilities wouldn't dare to dream of such a thing.

But Xuandu dares to dream.

And dare to do it.

Moreover, they proceeded cautiously and meticulously, leaving no room for error.

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 inviting Rahu to join the sect.

Every step is part of the game.

Every piece was placed in a crucial position.

Every game points towards that ultimate goal.

Hongjun, the Way of Heaven, Destiny!