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Guang Chengzi spoke again, his voice trembling:

"Master..."

"That...that Xuandu..."

Yuanshi raised his hand, interrupting him.

"No need to say anything more."

The five words fell like ancient ice.

Guang Chengzi trembled and dared not speak again.

Yuanshi rose and stood with his hands behind his back before the cloud bed.

I raised my eyes to look beyond the palace gates, and gazed up at the heavens above.

In those eyes, the light of Jade Purity Immortal flickered uncertainly.

"From this day forward, the primordial world will no longer be dominated by Heavenly Saints."

"From this day forward, there will be sages in both the ways of humanity and the ways of the earth."

"From this day forward, my Chan Sect... is no longer the strongest in the primordial world."

After the sound faded, the Jade Void Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The twelve Golden Immortals lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Hundreds of disciples of the Chan Sect trembled with fear.

Yuanshi stood alone before the cloud bed, gazing at the empty palace gate.

silence.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Please, elder brother."

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

Guang Chengzi looked up, his eyes full of doubt:

"Master, the Sage Taiqing, he..."

Yuanshi looked at him, his voice calm:

"My elder brother did not return to Shouyang Mountain."

"He is in the Kunlun Mountains."

"He came while I was preaching."

Guang Chengzi was taken aback.

He then stood up and strode out of the palace gate.

A moment later.

Outside the Jade Void Palace, a figure slowly approached.

His Taoist robe was grayish-white, and his face was withered.

His body was surrounded by a surge of purple light, but beneath that light lay an undeniable weariness.

Lao Tzu.

He did not return to Shouyang Mountain.

After returning from the underworld, he came to Kunlun Mountain.

They came to find Yuanshi.

I came to find this junior brother.

Let's discuss the unavoidable consequences.

Because he sensed it too.

Those eight auras soared into the sky.

Those six human saints and those two earth saints.

Eight saints were born at the same time.

How could he not know?

How could he not be shocked?

How could he not be anxious?

But then he came.

But Yuanshi was preaching.

Not wanting to interrupt, he waited outside the mountain gate.

Wait until Yuanshi finishes speaking, then wait for him to come out.

Unexpectedly, this is the result I got.

Lao Tzu stepped into the Jade Void Palace and stood beneath the cloud bed.

I raised my eyes and looked towards the beginning of the universe.

The two brothers, who were both disciples, looked at each other.

In that gaze, there was complexity, emotion, and an indescribable...despair.

"Junior brother."

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice hoarse: "You sensed it?"

Yuan Shi nodded.

"I sensed it."

"Six saints of the human path and two saints of the earth path."

"Eight saints were born at the same time."

Lao Tzu remained silent.

He stood beneath the cloud bed, his purple-purple Dao light surging erratically.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Junior brother, what should our next step be?"

Yuan Shi looked at him and remained silent.

how is it?

He didn't know either.

He acknowledged that the Chan Sect was inferior to the Jie Sect.

But now, both humanity and nature have their saints.

The Jie Sect also includes Tongtian, Xuandu, the Four Fiends, the Three Ancestors of Humanity, the Three Sovereigns...

There are more than a dozen saints alone.

And what about his teachings?

It was still just him.

All alone.

How do I take the steps?

How to break this deadlock?

How to overcome this tribulation?

Yuan Shi slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the light in his eyes was as cold and icy as jade.

"wait."

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

Laozi was taken aback.

"What are you waiting for?"

Yuanshi said, "Wait for Dao Ancestor."

"Wait for the Dao Ancestor to make a move."

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

"When the appointed time arrives, so that destiny will be set."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Although Xuandu won a round, the Tribulation of Conferred Gods has not yet begun."

"The will of Heaven is predetermined and cannot be reversed."

"Grandmaster Hongjun has not yet admitted defeat."

"We haven't reached a dead end yet."

Lao Tzu looked at him and remained silent.

Waiting for the Dao Ancestor.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods.

We await the will of Heaven.

But he knew in his heart that it was nothing but self-deception.

The Dao Ancestor lost.

We lost completely.

The Way of Heaven has been restrained, destiny has been reversed, and humanity has been reawakened.

Even if the Investiture of the Gods begins, so what?

The Jie Sect had more than a dozen sages, while the Chan Sect had only one.

How do I play?

What can we use to fight?

Lao Tzu slowly closed his eyes.

But he ultimately didn't say it.

Because he knew that Yuanshi needed this breath.

The Chan sect needs this breath of fresh air.

He needs it too.

"it is good."

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice calm:

"I will do as my junior brother says."

"wait."

Yuan Shi nodded.

The two stood in the Jade Void Palace, speechless.

......

须弥山

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The lotus blossoms, shimmering with golden light.

The pool water was crystal clear, reflecting the sun, moon and stars in the sky, as well as the two restless figures sitting on the poolside.

Jieyin sat cross-legged, his body radiating an ever-changing golden light.

The face that had once held so much pity for the billionaires was now filled with solemnity.

He lowered his eyes to look at his reflection in the pool, at the gently rippling water, and slowly moved the prayer beads in his palm.

But the tapping was much more rapid than usual.

Zhunti stood beside him, pacing back and forth.

The footsteps were very light, yet they were exceptionally clear in the quiet Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Zhunti finally stopped and turned to look at Jieyin.

His thin face was filled with anxiety and unease.

"Senior brother, did you sense it?"

The guide nodded.

"I sensed it."

"Six saints of the human path and two saints of the earth path."

"Eight saints were born at the same time."

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse:

"How is that possible?"

"How could there be six saints in the human realm?"

"The Three Sovereigns and Three Ancestors, only six people in total, all of them attained enlightenment?"

"Are those two figures in the underground passage Zhen Yuanzi and Styx?"

Receiving silence.

He did not answer.

Because they already knew the answer.

I just don't want to believe it.

Unwilling to face it.

Unwilling to admit it.

I admit that the young man in blue robes really did it.

Acknowledging that the deputy leader of the Jie Sect truly awakened humanity.

The recognition of that Xuandu truly brought about a balance among the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Zhunti took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He sat down by the pond, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer:

"Amitabha......"

Jieyin looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knows this junior brother too well.

At this moment, Zhunti's heart must be churning with resentment, anger, fear, and a despair he had never felt before regarding the billions of dollars.

"Junior brother."

The guide spoke calmly:

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhunti looked up at him.

Those eyes were bloodshot.

"Senior brother, I'm thinking..."

"We lost."

The four characters fell like ancient ice.

Receiving silence.

Zhunti continued:

"We believe that this failure is nothing more than a revival of humanity."

"We thought that the awakening of humanity would simply mean the emergence of a few more saints."

"We believe that even if there are a few more sages, they cannot shake the foundation of the Heavenly Way."

"But what about now?"

He paused, his voice hoarse and piercing, like a vengeful ghost:

"Six saints of the human way, two saints of the earth way."

"Add Tongtian of the Jie Sect, add Xuandu, and add the Four Fiends."

"The Jie Sect alone has more than a dozen Saints or Grandmasters of the Primordial Chaos realm."

"And what about us?"

"What do we have?"

The guide remained silent.

Because he knew that what Zhunti said was true.

On the side of the Jie Sect, there are Tongtian Jiaozhu, Xuandu, the Four Fiends, the Three Sovereigns, and the Three Ancestors.

In total, there are more than a dozen saints.

More than a dozen statues.

What kind of concept is that?

That's a number that even the combined numbers of Chanjiao, Renjiao, and Xifangjiao cannot match.

That was a power that even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun could not ignore, even when he personally took action.

That was the tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, the reason why the Intercepting Sect was so confident of victory.