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Jin'ao Island.

Lingyun Peak.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back on the mountain peak, his green robes fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of the underworld.

Sensing the five Heavenly Dao powers colliding wildly with the Earthly Dao origin.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Hongjun, you really made your move."

He spoke in a low voice.

"The Five Saints restrain Houtu."

"Come to Chendu in person."

"Preventing the restoration of humanity."

"A clever plan."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Du.

The altar still shines with golden light.

The three emperors and three ancestors, and the six figures still stand atop the altar.

Humanitarian will is awakening.

It can be revived, but it takes time.

Hongjun, however, will not give him time.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A gray figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He landed above the altar and stood with his hands behind his back.

His gray Taoist robe hung down, his face was ancient, and his eyes were indifferent.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the altar.

Looking at those six figures.

Looking towards the ever-growing golden light.

Looking towards that ever-growing humanitarian will.

His complexion remained unchanged.

Yet, deep within those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years, a faint chill flickered.

"humane."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"I suppressed your multi-million dollar club."

"You slept soundly for billions of dollars right under my nose."

"Now, do you want to wake up?"

"I will not allow it."

The two words fell as if by divine decree.

He raised his hand.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm print was colorless, formless, and silent.

But the power of the Heavenly Dao contained within it is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth!

The handprint fell straight onto the altar.

It fell towards those six figures.

It falls upon that awakened will of humanity!

He's going to strike.

Put humanity back down!

They annihilated the Three Sovereigns and Three Ancestors!

The scheme involving hundreds of millions of yuan has been completely thwarted!

On the altar.

Fuxi raised his head, his gaze deep and profound.

Shennong raised his head, his expression calm.

Xuanyuan raised his head, his fighting spirit burning brightly.

Suirenshi raised his head, his aged face full of determination.

Youchao raised his head, his aura surging like a tide.

Ziyi looked up, her gentle eyes now filled with murderous intent.

Six figures stood atop the altar.

No refund.

Do not avoid.

I won't run.

Because behind them is humanity.

Because behind them are the human race.

Because behind them lies the hard work of hundreds of millions of yuan.

They cannot back down.

We can't let that happen.

"Humanity will never perish!"

Fuxi spoke, and his voice resounded throughout the land.

"Humanity will not perish!"

Shennong responded, his voice booming like thunder.

"I will not retreat!"

Xuanyuan roared, and the Xuanyuan Sword was drawn!

Six figures, six streams of human merit.

It complements the fortune rising above the heads of countless human beings.

He met Hongjun's palm strike head-on!

"boom!!!"

The palm print and the merit collided, shattering the void!

The vast expanse of the sky was annihilated inch by inch!

The altar trembled violently, and cracks appeared all over its surface!

Fuxi's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Shennong's body swayed, and cracks like spider webs appeared on his simple figure.

Xuanyuan knelt on one knee, the Xuanyuan Sword stuck in the surface of the altar, its blade covered in cracks.

Suirenshi's beard and hair stood on end, and his golden light dimmed.

Youchao was hunched over and his breathing was disordered.

Ziyi fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper.

All six were seriously injured.

But they blocked it.

It blocked Hongjun's palm strike.

It blocked the power of Heaven.

It blocked that earth-shattering pressure.

Hongjun stood in the void, looking down at the six figures.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"Is it blocked?"

He spoke in a low voice.

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Six saints of humanity.

Six quasi-saints.

It actually blocked his palm strike?

Hongjun's gaze grew cold.

"And what about this palm strike?"

He raised his hand again.

Within the palm print, the power of the Heavenly Dao was ten times stronger than before!

He's going to strike.

The altar was completely erased.

The six people were completely killed.

Completely suppress humanity!

Just now.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu.

He landed above the altar and stood opposite Hongjun.

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

Within the palm of his hand, the Chaos Pearl shimmered with endless light.

Those eyes, calm as an ancient well, were quietly gazing at Hongjun.

"The Dao Ancestor".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Your opponent is me."

The six words fell like a thunderclap.

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze slightly narrowed.

The figure in green stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as restrained as an abyss.

But beneath that restrained exterior lies a terrifying power capable of contending with him.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

Early stage of the Nine Heavens.

The footsteps of the Half-Step Chaos Taiji Luo Jinxian.

The laws of martial arts are in hand.

The Chaos Pearl protects you.

The four ferocious beasts were his disciples.

He was blessed with the fortune of the Jie Sect.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged.

Yet, deep within those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years, a faint trace of solemnity flickered.

"Xuan Du".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"You've finally come out."

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

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

"If this disciple does not come out, wouldn't the Dao Ancestor suppress the humanity that this disciple has painstakingly awakened back down?"

"How can this disciple sit idly by and do nothing?"

Hongjun looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"You think you can stop me?"

Xuan Du gently shook his head.

"Whether we can stop them or not, we'll only know after we fight them."

The sound faded.

He raised his hand.

Five dazzling rays of light burst forth from the palm of his hand!

A beam of apricot-yellow light, as heavy as a mountain!

A crimson light, as hot as fire!

A beam of azure light, serene and pure as a lotus!

A beam of pure white light, drifting like a cloud!

A beam of profound black light, as deep as an abyss!

Five-colored light shot into the sky!

The Central Plains Apricot Yellow Flag!

Southern Flame Flag!

The Western Blue Lotus Flag!

Eastern Plain-Colored Cloud Banner!

Northern Mystic Water Control Flag!

Five precious flags hung in the void.

Five colors of light intertwine to form a net.

It slammed down fiercely on Hongjun!

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.

The Primordial Five Elements Grand Array.

It was transformed from the essence of Pangu's five internal organs.

Five flags gather together, the five elements generate each other, and life goes on endlessly.

Even he cannot be underestimated.

But he wouldn't back down.

They didn't dodge.

He simply raised his hand.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm print was colorless, formless, and silent.

However, the power of the Heavenly Dao contained within it is enough to tear apart the innate Five Elements Grand Array!

The palm print collided violently with the five-colored light net!

"boom!!!"

The void shatters!

The vast expanse of the sky was annihilated inch by inch!

The five-colored light net trembled violently, and cracks appeared everywhere!

Hongjun swayed slightly and took half a step back.

Xuandu retreated several steps, his face turning slightly pale.

But he smiled.

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

He raised his eyes and looked at Hongjun.

Deep within those calm eyes lay a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"The Dao Ancestor".

He spoke, but his voice was not loud.

"Do you think that I have appeared here to determine a victor from you?"

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised hint of sarcasm.

"This disciple never imagined that I could defeat you here."

"Within the primordial world, you are blessed by the Heavenly Dao, and thus you are immortal and indestructible."

"No matter how strong I am, I can't kill you."

"Then why did this disciple come?"

He paused, his voice turning somber.

"Because what I want has never been to kill you."

"It's to hold you back."

"It's to keep you from having anything else to do."

"It's about awakening humanity and buying time."

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

Xuandu waved his hand.

"Buzz!"

The Chaos Pearl shone brightly in his palm!

A chaotic light gate suddenly appeared from the pearl!

The gate was about ten thousand feet high and about a thousand feet wide, with the innate Daoist energy flowing endlessly above the gate frame.

Beyond the gate, majestic mountains rise, rivers flow, and spiritual energy lingers like mist.

The sun, moon, and stars revolve in an orderly fashion.

That is the world of the Chaos Pearl.

That was the culmination of his Xuandu, tens of thousands of yuan of hard work.

That is the true foundation of humanity.

"Come out."