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Underworld.

The seal of reincarnation.

Houtu stood in the void, her pale yellow robes fluttering in the wind.

She looked up and gazed in the direction of Chendu.

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

Humanity has awakened.

The Three Sovereigns returned to their positions, the Three Ancestors gathered together, and the Kongtong Seal served as the guide.

The dormant will of the billion-dollar society has finally opened its eyes.

She had waited for this day for far too long.

From the time of perfect completion to today.

From escaping danger to standing shoulder to shoulder with humanity.

She had waited too long.

But today, the wait has finally come.

Houtu withdrew her gaze and looked up at the heavens.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

I looked toward that gray figure.

"Hongjun".

She spoke in a low voice:

"You suppressed the Humanitarian Billion-Dollar Association."

But today, it woke up.

"You can't stop it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand.

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

The original source of the earth surged forth like a tide, tightly binding the Heavenly Dao!

She agreed to Xuan Du's request.

We must restrain the will of Heaven.

We need to hold Hongjun back.

We need to give people time to awaken.

She, Houtu, always keeps her word.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic air currents surged like a tide.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his gray Taoist robe hanging down, his face ancient and his eyes indifferent.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Du.

Looking towards that golden altar that shone into the sky.

Looking toward that awakened will of humanity.

His complexion remained unchanged.

Yet, a faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuation was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But if someone were nearby, they would definitely see that it was gloomy.

It is a gloomy atmosphere that is suppressed to the extreme.

Humanity has awakened.

I woke up right under his nose.

He awoke under Xuan Du's scheme.

He awoke under the constraints of the tunnel.

He couldn't stop him.

Because the tunnel was entangled with him.

Because Houtu dragged him down.

Because that dormant source of billions of yuan is now clinging to the Heavenly Dao at all costs.

If he forces his way in, the tunnel will backfire.

At that time, the Heavenly Way will be damaged, the Earthly Way will be severely injured, and both will suffer heavy losses.

not worth.

It's not worth it for a human being who has already awakened.

But he was not willing to give up.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He suppressed the humanitarian billion-dollar association.

Don't let it wake up, don't let it live, don't let it sit on equal footing with the Way of Heaven.

He thought he could suppress it for the rest of his life.

He believed that the Way of Heaven would forever reign supreme.

He believed that destiny was predetermined and could not be defied.

But today, Xuandu told him.

Even what is predetermined can be defied.

Even the laws of Heaven can be broken.

Humanity, too, can awaken.

Hongjun's gaze grew cold.

He raised his hand.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm print was colorless, formless, and silent, yet the power of the Heavenly Dao contained within it was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The palm print fell straight towards Chen Du.

It fell towards the altar.

It falls toward that awakened human will.

He wanted to interrupt.

Before humanity is fully revived, it must be suppressed again.

Houtu snorted coldly.

She raised her hand and met the attack with a palm strike.

The palm print was of a chaotic color, with the Dao patterns of reincarnation flowing endlessly, and the origin of the earth surging like a tide.

It collided fiercely with Hongjun's palm print!

"boom!"

The two palms collided, shattering the void!

Billions of miles of chaos, annihilated inch by inch!

Zixiao Palace trembled violently, and the origin of the Heavenly Dao surged like a tide!

Hongjun swayed slightly and took half a step back.

Houtu retreated several steps, her face turning slightly pale.

But she smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a joy that none of the hundreds of millions of yuan had ever given.

"Hongjun".

She spoke, her voice cold and clear:

"You can't stop it."

Hongjun remained silent.

He simply stood amidst the chaos, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Du.

Staring at the altar.

Staring at the ever-growing golden light.

Staring at that ever-growing humanitarian will.

Hongjun snorted coldly.

The sound was very soft.

Yet it is like eternal ice, piercing through the void.

"If we don't act now, when will we?"

The six characters fell.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, five figures opened their eyes simultaneously.

Lao Tzu.

The beginning of time.

To guide or lead.

Zhunti.

Nuwa.

The five saints sat cross-legged amidst the chaotic energy, their bodies surging with the power of the Heavenly Dao like a tidal wave.

Hongjun raised his hand.

Five golden beams of light burst forth from the palm of his hand!

The beam of light pierced straight into the bodies of the Five Saints!

The origin of the Way of Heaven!

He is using the essence of the Heavenly Dao to bless the Five Saints!

Lao Tzu was jolted.

Suddenly, a bright light shone from the depths of those calm and indifferent eyes!

With the infusion of the Heavenly Dao Origin, the cultivation level of the Seventh Heaven surged dramatically!

Mid-stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Late stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Peak of the Seventh Heaven!

The Primordial Beginning was surrounded by Jade Pure Immortal Light, which erupted like a volcano.

Veins bulged on his imposing face.

The bottleneck of the Seventh Heaven is as fragile as paper in the face of that power.

Eighth Heaven!

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao's origin, their cultivation level also skyrocketed.

Mid-stage of the Fifth Heaven.

Late stage of the Fifth Heaven.

Sixth Heaven!

Nuwa stood behind the five people, her body surrounded by a chaotic, ever-flowing light.

His cultivation level reached the peak of the seventh level.

Just one step away is the eighth heaven.

The five saints rose.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the Zixiao Palace.

His aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean.

The power of Heaven bestows upon him, boundless and limitless.

"Go."

Hongjun spoke, his voice calm:

"To restrain Houtu."

"I'm going to Chendu."

"Preventing the restoration of humanity."

The five saints bowed in unison:

"Your disciple obeys!"

The sound faded.

Five figures took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

next second.

Underworld.

The Wheel of Reincarnation hangs in the sky.

The void suddenly distorted.

Five figures slowly emerged from the twisted place.

Lao Tzu is in front, and the primordial ancestor is beside him.

Jieyin and Zhunti stand side by side, with Nuwa at the rear.

The five saints hovered in the void, looking down at the pale yellow figure.

Houtu stands on the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal, with the Wheel of Reincarnation patterns flowing endlessly around her body.

She looked up and gazed at the five figures.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"You're here?"

The two words fell like a spring breeze.

Lao Tzu did not speak.

Yuanshi did not speak.

Jieyin and Zhunti remained silent.

Nuwa remained silent.

The five saints simply stood quietly in the void, their bodies surging with the power of the Heavenly Dao.

The five auras intertwined into a net, pressing down fiercely on Houtu!

Houtu let out a muffled groan.

His body swayed slightly.

But she didn't back down.

Because behind her lies the underworld.

Because behind her lies the cycle of reincarnation.

Because behind her was Xuandu.

"With just you guys?"

Houtu spoke, her voice clear and cold.

She raised her hand.

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

The primordial essence surged forth like a tide, colliding fiercely with the five Heavenly Dao powers!

"boom!"

The void shatters!

The vast expanse of the netherworld was annihilated, inch by inch!

Laozi's expression changed slightly, and he took half a step back.

Yuanshi staggered and retreated several steps.

Jieyin and Zhunti were deathly pale, with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Nuwa's body trembled slightly, and the chaotic radiance around her dimmed by three points.

The five saints joined forces, yet they were repelled by Houtu's single palm strike!

Houtu stood on the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal, her pale yellow robes fluttering in the wind.

She looked up and gazed at the five figures.

His eyes were full of contempt.

"A Heavenly Sage?"

"That's all there is to it."

Lao Tzu's face was gloomy.

He gazed at Houtu, and at that pale yellow figure.

An indescribable chill surged within me.

The peak of the ninth level of the Earthly Saint realm.

Half-step tunnel.

He was in the same realm as Hongjun.

Even if the five saints joined forces, they would be no match for them.

But they don't need to win.

All we need to do is restrain them.

All you need to do is hold back Hou Tu.

All we need to do is buy time for the Dao Ancestor to stop the revival of humanity.

Lao Tzu took a deep breath, suppressing the chill surging in his heart.

"Hold her back."

The three words fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Yuan Shi nodded.

Jieyin and Zhunti nodded.

Nuwa nodded.

The Five Saints made their move again.

The five Heavenly Dao powers, like five giant dragons, fiercely pounced towards Houtu!

Houtu snorted coldly and raised her hand to meet the attack.

The power of the earth's origin and the power of the heavens collided wildly in the sky above the underworld.

Every collision is devastating.

Each roar sent shivers down the spine.

But Hou Tu did not retreat.

The Five Saints did not retreat.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate in the void, neither willing to yield an inch.