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Hongjun suddenly turned his head and looked towards the shore of the East China Sea.

Looking towards the Martial Arts Monument.

Looking towards the chaotic light gate suspended beneath the celestial monument.

Divine sense surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping the long river where the human race's fortune converged.

Inch by inch.

Foot by foot.

One zhang at a time.

He sensed it carefully.

then.

He was stunned.

A flicker of disbelief and horror flashed deep within those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fate of the human race.

It also skyrocketed.

More than dozens of times.

It's a hundred times.

It is hundreds of times greater.

It was a terrifying number that even he couldn't estimate.

The aura of fortune was so rich, so vast, so magnificent.

Like a vast ocean, like an endless starry sky, like the primordial chaos at the beginning of creation.

Within that fortune lies the will of fifty thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals.

It possesses the sharpness of 300,000 Taiyi Golden Immortals.

It contains the blood and energy of millions of Golden Immortals and Mysterious Immortals.

It has the belief of millions of cultivators.

It has the will and power of billions of people.

It has the merits of the Three Sovereigns and Three Ancestors.

It possesses the crimson-gold light of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

It contains the origin of humanity, the Kongtong Seal.

It has the foundation accumulated by hundreds of millions of dollars in the Chaos Pearl world.

Everything converges within the destiny of the human race.

It was so intense that even the Way of Heaven could not ignore it.

It was so dense that even Hongjun (the God of War) could not suppress it.

The momentum has become so strong that the awakening of humanity is an established trend.

Irreversible.

Unstoppable.

Hongjun stood in the void, motionless for a long time.

He gazed at the figure in blue, at that young yet infinitely composed face.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

This child.

From the very beginning, I never wanted to compete with him.

What we need to do is stall him.

It keeps him preoccupied with other matters.

It buys time for humanity to awaken.

But now, the spirit of humanity has become so strong.

Without Houtu's restraint, there would be no entanglement with the Five Saints.

Even if Hongjun himself intervened, he couldn't suppress it.

Because of humanity, it has awakened.

Because the trend has already taken hold.

Because the resentment that had been suppressed by the billions of yuan was now being released in its entirety.

Like a volcanic eruption, like a raging tsunami, like stars shattering.

Unstoppable.

There's nothing we can do to stop it.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the chill in those eyes had completely dissipated.

All that remained was a bottomless stillness.

"Xuan Du".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"You win."

The four words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

The void was utterly silent.

The millions of cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

The 50,000 Great Luo Immortals stood frozen in place.

The three emperors and three ancestors stood frozen on the altar.

What did they hear?

The Taoist Ancestor said...

You won?

Did Xuan Du win?

That junior in green robes defeated the Dao Ancestor?

Did they defeat the will of Heaven?

Did they defeat that supreme being who controls the billions of dollars of the Primordial World?

In the capital city of Chen.

Billions of people look up at the sky.

In those eyes, there was bewilderment, shock, and an indescribable...ecstasy.

Master, did you win?

Fuxi stood on the altar, trembling all over.

Tears glistened in those deep, star-like eyes.

He recalled the resolute decision he made when he entered the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn as a human.

Thinking back on the hardships I've endured to get to where I am today.

I recalled my master's words: "The day you return will be the day the human emperor is born."

Now, he has returned.

Now, humanity has awakened.

Now, Master has won.

Shennong knelt on the ground, his simple face already streaked with tears.

"Master...your disciple has not failed your expectations..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse:

"Humanity has finally... risen up."

Xuanyuan stood in the void, gripping the cracked Xuanyuan Sword.

Those resolute eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

He didn't speak.

He simply gazed at the figure in green.

Gazing at the figure standing opposite Hongjun.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

That's worship.

That is reverence.

That was the determination to follow to the death.

Suirenshi's beard and hair stood on end as he looked up at the sky and let out a long roar.

Within that howling sound lies the bitter hardship of a billionaire struggling to make ends meet.

There are hundreds of millions of yuan waiting in agony.

Some people were overjoyed at finally waking up.

"Master!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:

"This disciple has waited far too long for this day!"

Youchao and Ziyi followed closely behind, kneeling on the ground.

Three figures stood on the altar, tears streaming down their faces.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate, gazing in the direction of Chendu.

Gazing at that figure in green.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

"Good lad."

He spoke in a low voice:

"I was right about you."

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.

"You won?"

She murmured softly:

"This Xuandu... he really did it."

Lao Tzu stood in the dark void, his body surrounded by surging purple and clear Dao light.

He gazed in the direction of Chendu, at the figure in blue.

His face was deathly pale.

"impossible......"

He murmured, his voice hoarse:

"How could the Dao Ancestor possibly lose?"

Yuanshi stood beside him, his body surrounded by the ever-changing Jade Purity Immortal Light.

Those majestic eyes were filled with despair.

"Xuan Du..."

He murmured the name, as if it were frozen solid for eternity:

"Who exactly are you?"

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his tone mournful.

Zhunti lowered his head and remained silent.

Nuwa stood behind the five people, gazing in the direction of Chendu.

Gazing at that figure in green.

She remembers.

Back then, a figure in green robes came flying down from above Mount Buzhou with a punch.

She perished.

Now, she has been resurrected.

His cultivation level increased dramatically.

But Xuan Du has become even stronger.

So strong that even the Dao Ancestor himself admitted defeat.

Nuwa slowly closed her eyes.

That once beautiful face was now filled with despair.

"Xuan Du..."

She spoke in a low voice:

"Can I... still get revenge?"

No one answered.

Because nobody knows the answer.

Even the Dao Ancestor lost.

Who else can help her?

Who else can we rely on?

What hope is there?

Nuwa opened her eyes.

The hatred still lingered in those eyes.

But beneath that hatred lay a greater sense of powerlessness.

It is despair.

It's a helpless resignation to fate.

Above Chendu.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the void, gazing at Xuandu.

His expression was calm.

It's as if those three words, "You won," weren't an admission of defeat.

It's just stating the facts.

"Humanity has awakened, and the trend has been set."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"I couldn't stop it."

"I don't want to stop them anymore."

Xuan Du looked at him and bowed slightly:

"The Taoist ancestor is wise."

Hongjun gently shook his head:

"wise?"

"If you were wise, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

"If I were wise, I wouldn't have let you set up such a grand scheme."

"If I were wise, I wouldn't have let you awaken humanity right under my nose."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Xuan Du, you have indeed exceeded my expectations."

"From this day forward, the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity will be in balance."

"The era of absolute supremacy of the Heavenly Way has come to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The gray figure slowly disappeared into the Purple Cloud Palace.

Disappear.

Only the empty sky remains, only the lingering power of the Heavenly Dao remains.

Only the millions of cultivators, the Three Sovereigns and Three Ancestors, and the Four Ferocious Beasts remained.

Xuandu stood in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly.

He gazed in the direction Hongjun had left, watching the gray figure disappear into the Zixiao Palace.

A moment of silence.

Then, Xuandu turned around.

He lowered his eyes and looked towards the altar.

Looking at those six figures.

Looking up at the golden light of humanity soaring into the sky.

The voice was not loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"If not now, when?"