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Chen Du.

The highest point of the royal palace.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the void and falling into the distance.

He saw it.

They saw Xuanyuan wield his sword and slay Chiyou.

They saw the Jiuli army kneeling and submitting.

Upon seeing that the human race's fortune surged dramatically.

The surge was a hundred times more powerful than when Fuxi returned to his position.

It was a thousand times more intense than when Shennong returned to his position.

It is even ten thousand times stronger than when Xuanyuan unified the various tribes.

Because of Chi You.

Because of Jiuli.

Because that was the largest opposition force within the human race.

Now, Chi You has been executed, and the Jiuli tribe has submitted.

From this day forward, humanity will have no equal.

From this day forward, Xuanyuan is the true Human Emperor.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

"It's done."

The two words fell like a spring breeze.

The palace of Chen Du, located in the residence below.

Those restless feelings completely subsided.

Because they knew that the tide had turned against them.

Because they knew that Xuanyuan had won.

Because they know that from this day forward, humanity will have only one voice.

That is Xuanyuan.

That's Chen Du.

That was a unified dynasty.

Second day

Chen Du.

Royal Palace Hall.

The officials stood solemnly, creating a dignified atmosphere.

Xuanyuan sat upright in the main seat, dressed in black robes and wearing a majestic crown.

Below, Feng Hou stepped forward, holding a jade book, his voice booming:

"Your Majesty, the Jiuli have been pacified, and all tribes have submitted."

"From this day forward, humanity shall be united."

"Your Majesty, I request that you ascend the throne."

As soon as the words fell, all the officials knelt down:

"We beseech Your Majesty to ascend the throne!"

The sound reverberated throughout the palace, lingering for a long time.

Xuanyuan looked calmly at the kneeling officials below.

He did not answer immediately.

He simply stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood before the main seat.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the hall.

Looking out at the vast and boundless primordial land.

Looking towards the billions upon billions of human people.

"Ascension to the throne."

The two words fell as if by divine decree.

Three days later.

Chen Du.

The altar was built high, towering like a mountain.

The altar has three tiers, with a round top and a square bottom.

The upper level offered sacrifices to Heaven, the middle level to Earth, and the lower level to ancestors.

Xuanyuan stood atop the altar, clad in black armor, a long sword hanging at his waist.

Behind him, the ministers stood solemnly, and the people knelt in submission.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

He shouted loudly after the wind, his voice echoing across the fields.

Xuanyuan raised his eyes and looked up at the sky.

There, purple mists swirled and golden light soared into the sky.

When Heaven is moved, strange phenomena frequently occur.

"I am Xuanyuan."

"Today I ascend the throne, becoming the common ruler of the human race."

"From this day forward, the human race will have only one dynasty, and that is Chen Du."

"From this day forward, humanity will have only one king, and that is me."

"From this day forward, the laws, systems, writing, and measurement of the human race shall be unified."

As the sound faded, golden light shone brightly in the sky.

A vast power of humanity rose from the heads of billions of humans, converging into a river and pouring directly into Xuanyuan's body.

Xuanyuan was startled.

His cultivation level, which was at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, began to surge.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

Late stage of Quasi-Saint.

The surge showed no signs of abating.

Those who perform good deeds and acts of charity will be blessed with abundant good fortune.

The aura emanating from Xuanyuan grew stronger and stronger.

The oppressive force grew stronger and stronger.

at last.

"boom!"

A muffled explosion resounded from within Xuanyuan's body.

Peak Quasi-Saint!

He is only one step away from becoming a sage.

That step wasn't due to insufficient cultivation.

It's not that I haven't done enough good deeds.

It's not that we're not lucky.

The time is not right yet.

It is the suppression of Heaven.

Humanity has not yet awakened.

Xuanyuan looked down at his hands.

In the palm of your hand, the merits of humanity flow endlessly.

The brilliance, purity, and vastness of that light far surpassed that of Fuxi and Shennong.

Because he was the human emperor.

He was the last Holy Emperor.

He was the most crucial of the Three Sovereigns.

Beneath the altar.

People knelt in submission, tears streaming down their faces.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live humanity!"

The sound shook the heavens, and the waves surged backward.

Xuanyuan raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

That place is the East China Sea.

There stands the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

His master was there.

"Master."

He spoke in a low voice:

"Your disciple has lived up to your expectations."

"Humanity is now unified."

As the sound faded, golden light shone brightly in the sky.

The light was so magnificent, so dazzling, so vast that it instantly illuminated the entire capital city of Chen and the vast wilderness stretching for billions of miles.

Jin'ao Island.

Lingyun Peak.

Deep within the cave, Xuandu sat cross-legged.

He opened his eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

He sensed it.

Xuanyuan.

He has ascended the throne.

The Emperor has returned to his throne.

The Three Sovereigns gathered together.

Emperor Fuxi was the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shennong was the Earthly Emperor, and Emperor Xuanyuan was the Human Emperor.

The three holy emperors have finally gathered.

Xuan Du stood up and stood with his hands behind his back in the cave.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked outside the cave.

Looking up at the heavens above.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

"The time has come."

The four characters fell like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum.

He waited for tens of thousands of yuan.

From Xuanyuan's ascension to the throne to the unification of the human race.

From beheading Chiyou to ascending to the throne of the Human Emperor.

Step by step, one tribulation after another.

He waited until today.

The day came when the Three Sovereigns returned to their thrones.

When humanity is restored.

The moment finally arrived when he would face off against Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He didn't move immediately.

He simply closed his eyes and let his mind sink into the depths of his dantian.

There, the Chaos Pearl floated silently, its surface shimmering with a chaotic light.

Within the Pearl's inner world, the four ferocious beasts each occupy their respective positions.

With Taotie in the center, the aura of the Nine Heavens has begun to stabilize.

Chaos reigns in the west, and the foundation of the Seven Heavens is becoming increasingly solid.

Qiongqi lies dormant in the south, its cultivation at the fifth level as profound as an abyss.

The Taotie slumbered in the north, and the essence of the four heavens slowly recovered.

There is also the Chaos Silver Python, which swims in the depths of the North Sea, its aura from the Fifth Heaven intertwined with the spiritual energy within the pearl.

Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi sat cross-legged atop the central giant peak.

His cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint level had reached perfection, and the merits of humanity flowed around him as if they were tangible.

They are waiting.

People will awaken.

Wait for the fruit to descend.

Waiting for that day to take the final step.

Many humans were cultivating inside.

There are tens of thousands of Great Luo Golden Immortals among them, not to mention the human race at realms such as Taiyi Golden Immortal.

That's his foundation.

This was his backup plan.

This is the source of his confidence to challenge Hongjun.

Xuan Du slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a chaotic halo of light quietly appeared in his palm.

The halo was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Wherever he went, his voice pierced through the void, through the netherworld, and through everything shrouded by the Heavenly Dao.

It leads directly to the underworld.

Directly to the cycle of rebirth.

Straight to that pale yellow figure.

"Empress Houtu".

The three words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Underworld.

The seal of reincarnation.

Houtu sat cross-legged, her pale yellow robes hanging down, and the karmic patterns around her body flowed as if they were real.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those chaotic-colored eyes.

Xuan Du's voice rang in her ears.

Clear, calm, with an undeniable certainty.

"Empress Houtu, the time has come."

"Please, Your Majesty, intervene to restrain the Heavenly Dao."

Houtu remained silent.

She stood on the Seal of Reincarnation, raising her eyes to look up at the heavens.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

She was suppressed by the will of Heaven for hundreds of millions of yuan.

Trapped in the netherworld, unable to take even a single step out.

Now, the tunnel is complete, and she has escaped her predicament.

Now that the Three Sovereigns have returned to their positions, humanity is about to awaken.

Now, Xuandu has spoken, asking her to take action.

How could she refuse?

"good."

Each word fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Houtu raised her hand.

Within his palm, the Dao patterns of reincarnation erupted with a thunderous roar!

The chaotic light surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Netherworld!

It shrouds the Road to the Underworld, the River of Oblivion, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

The underworld trembled!

The authentic source that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of yuan was suddenly awakened at this moment!

That vast, ocean-like power surged forth from the depths of the underworld, soaring straight towards the heavens!

Rushing towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos!

He charged toward that gray figure!

"boom!"

The Way of Heaven and the Way of Earth collide fiercely!

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the chaotic energy suddenly stagnated.

The gray-clad figure frowned slightly.

Hongjun Daozu sensed it.

The local expert has made his move.

Houtu has made her move.

The true source of that dormant billion-dollar organization finally revealed its fangs at this moment.

"Houtu".

Hongjun spoke in a low voice, his tone as cold as ancient ice:

"You finally couldn't hold back anymore."

He didn't move.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos, his gaze piercing through the void and falling upon the lower realm.

It fell into the netherworld.

It landed on that pale yellow figure.

The earth's way is strong, but the heaven's way is even stronger.

Even if Houtu used all her strength, she could only restrain him for a moment.

After a short while, the power of the tunnel will be exhausted.

At that time, Houtu will have no choice but to retreat to the underworld to recuperate.

But that brief moment was enough.

Because what Xuan needs is that one moment.