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Xuandu gazed at the sea of ​​people, at the faces, some young, some weathered.

A moment of silence.

Then he spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"From this day forward, humanity has awakened."

"From this day forward, humanity has a saint."

"From this day forward, no one will dare to bully you again."

As soon as the words fell, Chendu erupted in commotion.

Billions upon billions of people knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

The sound of the kowtow was like muffled thunder, like a raging tsunami, like stars shattering.

The capital of Chen was shaken, the East Sea was shaken, and the entire primordial wilderness was shaken.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

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

Xuandu gazed at the sea of ​​kneeling people.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

They didn't say anything more.

He simply turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from the sky above Chendu in an instant.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

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

Xuandu landed before the palace gate and looked up into the depths of the palace.

Tongtian sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

He opened his eyes and looked at Xuandu.

Sword light flickered in those eyes, but beneath that flickering light lay undisguised satisfaction.

"You're back?"

The two words fell like a spring breeze.

Xuandu stepped into the palace and stood beneath the cloud bed.

"I'm back."

Tongtian nodded.

"Humanity has awakened, and the six sages have returned to their positions."

"You did a great job this time."

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"I was merely going with the flow."

Tongtian gently shook his head:

"Go with the flow?"

"In the primordial world, countless people followed the natural order."

"Throughout history, you are probably the only one who has achieved what you have."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"What are your plans next?"

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked towards Tongtian.

"wait."

The word fell like the sound of a bell at dusk.

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly:

"What are you waiting for?"

Xuandu said:

"Wait for the Investiture of the Gods to begin."

"Wait for Dao Ancestor Hongjun to take action personally."

Tongtian remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

Are you confident?

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

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

"I never do anything without a certainty of success."

"If the Investiture of the Gods were to begin, Hongjun would emerge."

"The disciple will let him know."

"The way of Heaven is not omnipotent."

"Destiny is not something that cannot be defied."

"He, Hongjun, is not invincible."

Tongtian looked at him.

Looking at that young face that exuded endless composure.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

"it is good."

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

"I'll be waiting for you."

"Wait until you let Hongjun know."

"This primordial world does not belong to him alone."

"This way of Heaven is not the only principle governing all things."

Xuan Du bowed slightly.

He straightened up, turned around, and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Lingyun Peak.

Xuandu stood atop the mountain, gazing at the sky above Jin'ao Island, where the golden light 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 he knew that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is about to begin.

Hongjun Daozu will not let this go easily.

That gray figure must have a backup plan.

"Investiture of the Gods".

Xuandu uttered these two words in a low voice.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

"bring it on."

"I'll be waiting."

......

Underworld.

The road to the underworld is long and winding, and the River of Oblivion flows on and on.

The Samsara Seal hangs in the void, its six rays of light endlessly revolving.

Since the awakening of humanity, the underworld has become increasingly stable.

The number of true spirits continuously flowing into reincarnation increased by 30% compared to previous days.

A new resonance is faintly present between the six gates.

That is the resonance between the way of humanity and the way of the earth, a sign that the three ways of heaven, earth and humanity are beginning to balance.

Houtu Temple.

The palace is magnificent, yet not extravagant.

Bluestone paving the ground, the darkness serving as a lamp.

Inside the hall, three figures stood.

Houtu sat upright in the main seat, her pale yellow robes hanging down, and the karmic patterns around her body flowed as if they were real.

Those hazy, dark eyes were slightly closed, but beneath that closedness lay a calm that seemed to hold the weight of millions of dollars.

A true sage.

Peak of the Nine Heavens.

Since reaching the pinnacle of her cultivation, her progress has been rapid.

After the shackles that bound her to the Netherworld Billion Dollar Society were broken, her path was no longer hindered.

With the essence of the earth bestowed upon him, he holds the power of reincarnation, and all beings in the Nine Netherworlds submit to him.

She is the master of the earth.

It is the supreme being who holds the reincarnation of life and death.

It is an existence that can rival Hongjun.

But at this moment, her gaze fell on the two figures below.

One wore a green robe, the other a red robe.

The man in the blue robe had a lean face, three long strands of beard fluttering down his chest, and his aura was as restrained as a deep abyss.

Zhen Yuanzi.

The ancestor of earth immortals, the master of the ginseng fruit tree.

He has been waiting ever since he donated the Earth Book.

Waiting for the attainment of the Earthly Fruit, waiting for the Saintly Realm that billions of dollars would have been waiting for, waiting for the day of enlightenment that would eventually come.

The man in the red robe had a cold and stern face, and his body was surrounded by a palpable aura of killing intent.

The River Styx.

The progenitor of slaughter, the lord of the sea of ​​blood.

He has been cultivating ever since he founded the Asura race.

Cultivate merit, cultivate good fortune, cultivate a solid foundation.

He awaits the attainment of the Earthly Fruit Realm, the Saint Realm that the Billionaires never dared to dream of, and the Path that Xuandu has planned for him.

The two stood in the hall, bowing slightly.

In those eyes, there was respect, expectation, and an irrepressible longing.

The hall was quiet, with only the occasional whisper of a ghostly wind sweeping across the eaves.

Houtu did not speak.

She simply gazed at the two of them, at their faces that were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide their anticipation.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

She knew what they were thinking.

Humanity has awakened.

Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, the Three Sovereigns, returned to their rightful places.

Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi were the three patriarchs who attained enlightenment.

Six sages of humanity stood in the heavens.

The golden light soared into the sky, the oppressive aura was as strong as a mountain, and the overwhelming power was so strong that even she could clearly sense it from the depths of the underworld.

Zhen Yuanzi saw it.

The Styx River also saw it.

They saw the six figures, the soaring golden light of humanity, and the glorious transformation of the billion-dollar organization that had waited, suppressed, and finally emerged from its cocoon.

How could they not yearn for it?

How long did they wait?

Zhen Yuanzi has existed since the beginning of time.

The earth is covered with books, and the ginseng fruit tree is its root.

He listened to the Dao in Zixiao Palace and severed his three corpses to become a Quasi-Saint.

Stuck in a bottleneck, even with billions of dollars in revenue, there is no progress.

The Styx River was born in the Sea of ​​Blood and grew up in the Sea of ​​Blood.

The Yuan Tu Abi companion is protected by the Blood God Child's Dharma.

He listened to the Dao in Zixiao Palace and severed his three corpses to become a Quasi-Saint.

Stuck in a bottleneck, even with billions of dollars in revenue, there is no progress.

They had waited too long.

So long that even I've forgotten exactly how many cycles I've waited.

Now, humanity has awakened.

The six saints of humanity have returned to their rightful places.

What about them?

When will the rank of a true sage be bestowed?

How much longer do they have to wait?