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Hongjun spoke, his voice icy cold:

"Xuan Du".

"You think these people can stop me?"

"You think you can contend with me with just these five Grandmaster-level cultivators?"

"Do you think that these tens of millions of cultivators can protect humanity?"

Xuandu gazed into Hongjun's indifferent eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"The Dao Ancestor".

He spoke, his voice calm, yet it resonated in the hearts of everyone present:

"You think this is all your disciple has to offer?"

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"Four ferocious beasts, five Grand Luo Immortals, tens of millions of cultivators, and fifty thousand Grand Luo Immortals."

"These things are indeed no match for the Dao Ancestor."

"This disciple understands."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"But Dao Ancestor, have you forgotten something?"

Hongjun was taken aback.

Forgot something?

What's wrong?

He stood in the void, his gray Taoist robe hanging down, and the power of the Heavenly Dao surging around him like a tide.

The Jade Disc of Creation hangs in the palm of my hand, with three thousand Dao patterns flowing endlessly.

The oppressive aura of a half-step Heavenly Dao enveloped the entire sky.

Even if the four ferocious beasts arrive together, even if the five Grand Luo Immortals join forces, even if millions of cultivators launch a full-scale attack.

Before him, they were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree.

Why is Xuandu still so calm?

Those eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

That face was as steady as a mountain.

That aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

Without the slightest panic, without the slightest fear, without the slightest flaw.

It was as if everything was still under his control.

Hongjun frowned slightly.

He recalled the layout of Xuandu.

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.

From the return of the Three Sovereigns to their rightful place to the awakening of humanity.

Every step was meticulously planned and executed.

Each game is intricately linked to the next.

Every piece was placed in a crucial position.

This man never does anything without a certainty of success.

He said he had forgotten something...

What exactly have I forgotten?

Hongjun closed his eyes.

Divine consciousness surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping the vast wilderness spanning billions of miles.

Inch by inch.

Foot by foot.

One zhang at a time.

He sensed it carefully.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

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

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of Chendu.

They looked toward the place where Hongjun and Xuandu were facing off.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised joy.

Above Jin'ao Island, the aura of fortune shone like the sea.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

Business as usual.

But Hongjun was stunned.

Because he sensed it.

Something's not right with the fortunes of the Jie Sect.

The golden aura seemed no different from usual.

But that's just the surface.

Deep within the golden light lies another world.

There, fortune surges like a tide, never ceasing.

It was dozens of times stronger than what he could see with his naked eye!

Dozens of times!

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the void and landing on Jin'ao Island.

It fell toward the Chaos Bell suspended in the pivot of destiny.

The bell's surface shimmered with light, just as it always has.

Yet, within that flow, there was a subtle rhythm that he had never noticed before.

That's a cover-up.

It was the Chaos Pearl that concealed it.

Xuandu used the Chaos Pearl to completely obscure most of the Jie Sect's fortune.

Only the tip of the iceberg was revealed, leading him to believe that the Jie Sect was nothing special.

This will help him lower his guard.

This made him believe that everything was under his control.

But in reality...

Hongjun took a deep breath.

The fortune of the Jie Sect had already surged to a point that even he could not ignore.

Where does that dozens of times greater fortune come from?

Taotie.

chaos.

Qiongqi.

Taotie.

The four ferocious beasts all joined the Jie Sect.

The five Great Primordial Immortals are all disciples of Xuandu.

The moment they joined the Jie Sect, the sect's fortune surged.

But Xuandu concealed all of this with the Chaos Pearl.

Hongjun was completely unaware of this.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged.

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

The fluctuations were very subtle.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But if someone is nearby, they will definitely be able to see it.

That was gloomy.

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

What a magnificent Xuandu!

What a Chaos Pearl!

What a clever deception!

He, Hongjun, claimed to be the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao and was in charge of the Primordial World's Billion-Yuan Society.

But he was deceived from beginning to end by a junior.

From the restoration of the underground passage to the entry of the Four Fiends into the Jie Sect.

From the return of the Three Sovereigns to their rightful place to the awakening of humanity.

He was kept in the dark about every step of the way.

He believed he had everything under control at every step.

At every step, he was merely a piece on the Xuandu chessboard.

Hongjun raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu.

Deep within those indifferent eyes, a chilling aura surged.

"The fortune of the Jie Sect has increased dozens of times."

He spoke, his voice as cold as ancient ice:

"The four ferocious beasts have all joined the Jie Sect."

"The five Great Primordial Immortals are all your disciples."

"Is this your backup plan?"

Xuan Du looked at him and smiled slightly:

"What does the Dao Ancestor think?"

Hongjun remained silent.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back in the void, the power of the Heavenly Dao surging around him like a tide.

The pressure was so strong, so vast, so domineering.

It made the entire sky tremble.

The entire city trembled.

This left those millions of cultivators teetering on the brink of collapse.

But Xuandu remained standing in front of him, completely still.

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, remained fixed on Hongjun.

Fearless.

Fearless.

No refund.

Hongjun looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"Even if the fortune of the Jie Sect increases dozens of times, even if all four ferocious beasts join the Jie Sect, even if all five Hunyuan Daluo become your disciples."

"You think you can reverse the predetermined fate of heaven this way?"

The three questions fell like a decree from heaven and earth.

The void trembled, the capital city trembled, and the minds of millions of cultivators trembled.

Some people were deathly pale.

Some people felt their legs go weak.

Some people could barely stand.

Yes.

This caused the fortune of the Jie Sect to increase dozens of times.

Then all four ferocious beasts joined the Jie Sect.

Even the five Great Primordial Immortals are all your disciples.

But so what?

The opponent is Hongjun.

He is the founder of Taoism.

It is half a step into the Heavenly Dao.

It is the supreme being who wields the Jade Tablet of Creation and whose body is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao.

Before him, no matter how many people there are, they are nothing but ants.

Even the strongest luck is nothing but an illusion.

No matter how grand the plan, it's nothing but a joke.

Yet Xuandu still stood in the void.

Not moving.

Those eyes remained calm.

His face remained calm.

That aura was still profound.

It was as if Hongjun's three questions were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Hongjun looked at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

What other trump cards does this kid have up his sleeve?

His mind raced.

suddenly.

He remembered something else.

It was something he should have thought of long ago, but his attention was distracted by Xuandu's various schemes.

The fate of the human race.

The fortunes of the Jie Sect increased dozens of times.

What about the human race's fortune, which is connected to the fortune of the Jie Sect?

What will happen?

Upon realizing this, Hongjun's expression changed drastically.