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

"Senior brother, you said..."

"Can we still win the battle against the Investiture of the Gods?"

Jieyin gazed at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"able."

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

Zhunti was taken aback.

"Senior brother, why are you so certain?"

Jieyin gazed at him, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Because of the Dao Ancestor."

"Because the Dao Ancestor will not sit idly by."

"Because the Investiture of the Gods was ordained by Heaven."

"Destiny is predetermined and cannot be defied."

Zhunti remained silent.

He gazed at the guide, at those compassionate yet resolute eyes.

The despair in my heart was gradually replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Dao Ancestor.

The destiny is determined.

The Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

Yes.

There is also the Dao Ancestor.

And that gray figure.

And then there is that supreme being who governs the vast universe with billions of dollars.

Although the Dao Ancestor lost a round, it was merely the awakening of humanity.

The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods has not yet begun.

The will of Heaven is predetermined and cannot be reversed.

Hongjun Daozu has not yet admitted defeat.

They have not yet reached a dead end.

"Senior brother is right."

Zhunti nodded, his voice much calmer:

"And the Dao Ancestor."

"And then there's the Investiture of the Gods."

"And then there is the predetermined fate of Heaven that will eventually arrive."

"No matter how strong the Jie Sect is, they are merely those destined to face calamity."

"No matter how powerful Xuandu is, he is nothing more than an ant in the midst of calamity."

"Once the Investiture of the Gods was launched, all the immortals of the Jie Sect were listed, which greatly damaged their fortune."

"At that time, even a dozen saints would not be able to protect the Jie Sect."

Jieyin looked at him and nodded slightly.

He didn't speak.

Yet, deep within those compassionate eyes, a faint hint of complexity flickered.

It was complex, yet subtle.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

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

That was bitterness.

It was a bitterness that hundreds of millions of yuan had never experienced before.

Because the guide knows this clearly in his heart.

The Intercepting Sect was the one destined to face the tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

That is the will of Heaven, and it cannot be changed.

But that destiny was set before humanity was awakened and before the earth was fully developed.

Now, humanity has awakened, and the earth's path has been completed.

The three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man begin to balance.

Is the will of Heaven fixed, as it has always been, something that cannot be defied?

Can the Jie Sect still meet the calamity as preordained?

Will Xuandu still fall as the Dao Ancestor wished?

The guide is unaware.

I don't even dare to think about it.

He simply sat cross-legged by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, slowly moving the prayer beads in his palm.

The tapping was more rapid than usual.

The Buddha's light was dimmer than usual.

His state of mind was more chaotic than usual.

But he couldn't show it.

Because he is the leader of the Western religion.

Because he is the guide saint.

Because behind him is Cundi.

Because he had to keep things stable.

Stay calm, stay calm with your junior brother, and stay calm with the Western Religion.

"Junior brother."

The guide spoke calmly:

"Let us cultivate ourselves here."

"Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, waiting for the Dao Ancestor to make his move, waiting for the destiny of Heaven to descend."

"The truth will become clear in time."

Zhunti nodded.

He closed his eyes, and golden light surged around him.

The light was even brighter than before.

Because he had hope in his heart.

There was the Dao Ancestor.

The Investiture of the Gods took place.

There is the predetermined fate of Heaven that will eventually arrive.

It can be guided to know.

That hope was nothing but a mirage.

It's just self-deception.

It was just the last straw in despair.

He couldn't tell Zhunti.

They couldn't bear to tell Zhunti either.

He simply closed his eyes and softly chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha......"

As the sound faded, silence returned to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The pond water remains clear, and the lotus flowers continue to bloom.

But the two golden figures seemed heavier than ever before.

Because of the tops of their heads.

The Intercepting Sect is hanging in the balance.

Xuan Du hangs suspended.

Those dozen or so saints were suspended in mid-air.

The impending tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods hangs in the balance.

The future hangs in the balance, uncertain and unpredictable.

......

Zixiao Palace

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly, like billions of gray dragons coiling in the void, surging silently.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos, his back to the palace gate and to the endless void.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He slightly raised his eyes.

His gaze pierced through layers of chaos, through the barriers of the Heavenly Dao, and fell upon the lower realm.

It fell towards Chendu, towards the six beams of golden light of humanity that soared into the sky.

It fell towards the underworld, towards the place where those two Earthly Saints returned to their positions.

It landed on the figure in green.

He didn't speak.

I just watched quietly.

Watching those eight auras of sainthood grow stronger and stronger, and more and more stable.

Looking at the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity, true balance began to emerge.

Seeing that the situation he had maintained with hundreds of millions of dollars had been completely changed at this moment.

a long time.

He slowly withdrew his gaze.

He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back in the chaos.

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

But beneath that indifference lay an emotion that none of the billionaires had ever felt before.

That was exhaustion.

It was a weariness that even he himself hadn't noticed.

From the moment Xuandu appeared, he knew that he was doomed to lose this round.

It's not because he's weaker, nor because Hongjun isn't strong enough.

It's because Xuandu's scheme was set up for too long, too deep, and too densely.

From inviting the Xuan Turtle to join the sect to seizing Nuwa's divine stone.

From mending the sky to supporting the heavens, to meeting Houtu in the underworld.

From refining the Earth Book at Wuzhuang Temple to demanding the seal and borrowing the cauldron at Zixiao Palace.

From subduing the four ferocious beasts to inviting Rahu to join the sect.

From the return of the Three Sovereigns to the emergence of millions of human cultivators.

Every step was a stepping stone to tens of thousands of yuan.

Each move is the result of intricate, interconnected calculations.

Every game was a calculated move that left him with no way to counter.

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

Yet, from beginning to end, he was led by the nose by a junior.

Yet, from beginning to end, he was kept in the dark by a younger person.

Yet, from beginning to end, he was completely outmaneuvered by a junior.

Hongjun gently shook his head.

The head-shaking motion was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

But there was an indescribable meaning in that head shake.

It wasn't anger, nor was it resentment.

It's out of helplessness.

It's an unavoidable helplessness.

Humanitarian awakening is an inevitable trend.

From the moment Xuandu released those millions of human cultivators from the Chaos Pearl, he knew that the tide had turned.

Because the luck of those millions of cultivators was too strong.

Fifty thousand Great Luo Immortals, three hundred thousand Taiyi Immortals, and millions of Golden Immortals and Mysterious Immortals.

The sheer volume, vastness, and grandeur of that aura were like a boundless ocean or an endless starry sky.

Add to that the four ferocious beasts, the Chaos Silver Python, and the accumulated resources of the Jie Sect over tens of thousands of years.

The fortune of the Jie Sect increased dozens of times.

The human race's fortune has increased hundreds of times.

That torrent of fortune was so powerful that even Hongjun himself couldn't suppress it.

Because that's humane, and it's a backlash that billions of dollars would suppress.

It is the result of the tens of thousands of yuan that Xuandu has invested in planning.

It was that junior in green robes who had worked tirelessly to build up this great momentum.

Hongjun stood amidst the chaos, raising his eyes to gaze into the distance.

There, the origin of the Heavenly Dao floats silently, its chaotic light flowing endlessly.

Since he consumed one-tenth of it, this source has been slowly recovering.

But the recovery speed is too slow.

It's so slow, it's unknown how many lifetimes it will take to return to its peak.

Meanwhile, the fortunes of the Jie Sect are still rising.

The fortunes of the human race are still rising.

With this ebb and flow, even if the Investiture of the Gods begins, what can it do?

The Jie Sect had more than a dozen sages, the Chan Sect had one, the Human Sect had one, and the Western Sect had two.

Even if you include Nuwa, there are only five.

Five against a dozen, how can you fight?

What can we use to fight?

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered someone.

Yang Mei.

The Chaos Demon God who attained enlightenment through the hollow willow tree was of the same generation as him, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

If Yang Mei were willing to intervene, if Yang Mei were willing to help him, the situation would be different.

But will Yang Mei help him?

will not.

Because of the incident involving the underground passage, Yang Mei took the blame.

Because of that battle, Yang Mei and he formed a karmic bond.

What Yang Mei wanted was freedom, transcendence, and the unrestrained Dao.

It's not about order, not about control, not about the fixed number of billions that will never change.

Different road non-phase plan.

Yang Mei won't help him.