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Above Chendu.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He looked back.

He sensed it just a moment ago.

Haotian left Zixiao Palace.

The figure in imperial robes knelt outside the palace gates; what he sought was self-evident.

Treasure.

Gongfa.

The attainment of sainthood.

Haotian couldn't wait any longer.

The Heavenly Court couldn't wait any longer.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

"I didn't expect Haotian to go to Zixiao Palace so early."

He spoke in a low voice, which drifted away on the wind.

"It seems that the signing of the Investiture of the Gods is about to begin."

Conferred God list.

The three religions signed and pledged.

The destiny is determined.

Those who make the list are deified and made to serve the Heavenly Court.

Those who make the list must die and their spirit be listed.

From now on, there will be no more freedom, no more transcendence, and no more Great Way.

They could only be confined to the Heavenly Court and driven by the Jade Emperor.

A billion-dollar party, yet no escape.

This is the Investiture of the Gods.

This was the tribulation that Hongjun Daozu set up for the Jie Sect.

Xuan Du gently shook his head.

There's no rush regarding the Investiture of the Gods.

Because the Five Emperors have not yet returned to their rightful places.

Because the three saints of the human realm have not yet attained their positions.

Because the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods has not yet truly begun.

At most, it's just signing the Investiture of the Gods list first.

"There's still time."

He muttered to himself, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"It will take several thousand years for the Five Emperors to return to their rightful places."

"Thousands of years is enough."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice.

"Take it one step at a time."

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

His gaze pierced through the void and fell upon the primordial land.

It fell towards those billions of human tribes.

It fell upon the five human emperors who were about to be born.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun.

Five supreme rulers, five holy emperors.

They will prove their faith through merit.

We will base our decisions on the will of the people.

We will use benevolent governance as a ladder.

When they return to their rightful place, humanity's fortunes will reach an unprecedented peak.

At that time, the three saints of humanity will descend to their positions.

Whoever has enough merit, whoever has great fortune, and whoever has a solid foundation will be able to attain enlightenment.

First come, first served; no one will be waited for.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He took a step and arrived at the shore of the East China Sea.

......

Under the Heavenly Monument of Martial Arts

Golden light shimmered, and crimson clouds filled the sky.

The Martial Arts Monument stands majestically, its surface shimmering with a continuous flow of crimson gold light. The character "武" (martial) on it resembles a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching, radiating a chilling martial arts spirit.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, six figures sat cross-legged.

Fuxi is in the center, surrounded by a blue light like the sea, with the phantom image of the Eight Trigrams hanging behind him, the eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui rotating endlessly.

Shennong is on the left, surrounded by a hazy yellow light. The illusory shadows of hundreds of herbs sway gracefully, and the fragrance of herbs permeates the air. Wherever he passes, plants and trees sprout.

Xuanyuan sat on the right, his body radiating a brilliant red light. The Xuanyuan Sword lay across his knee, its blade covered in cracks, yet exuding an unyielding and resolute will.

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi sat behind him, their golden, dark, and plain lights shining brightly.

The oppressive aura of the six sages of humanity intertwined like a net.

It resonates with the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, echoes the Chaos Light Gate, and merges with the sound of the waves on the shore of the East China Sea.

The six people are stabilizing their realm.

They have been practicing here since they attained enlightenment.

Day and night, I dare not slack off.

Because Master once said that without a solid foundation, even a saint is nothing more than a castle in the air.

Because Master said that although humanity has awakened, the road ahead is still long.

Because Master said that the Investiture of the Gods is coming soon, and the Jie Sect needs them.

Therefore, they dared not slack off.

We must not slack off.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed beneath the Heavenly Stele, standing with his hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He looked up and gazed at the six figures sitting cross-legged.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The six people sensed that familiar aura and opened their eyes simultaneously.

Fuxi looked up, his deep, star-like eyes gleaming.

Shennong looked up, his simple face filled with respect.

Xuanyuan looked up, and deep within his resolute eyes surged a profound reverence.

Suirenshi looked up, and the wrinkles on his aged face smoothed out.

Youchao raised his head, his usually calm eyes now brimming with barely concealed excitement.

Ziyi looked up, her gentle face beaming with a smile.

All six of them stood up at the same time.

He bowed slightly, giving a full salute.

"Master."

The sound faded, like a spring breeze caressing one's face.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

A gentle force lifted the six people up.

"No need for such formalities."

The four characters fell like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum.

Fuxi straightened up and looked up at Xuandu.

In those eyes, there was gratitude, respect, and above all, the unwavering commitment to the billion-dollar investment.

"Master, what brings you here?"

Xuan Du looked at him and smiled slightly.

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

"The Five Emperors have been born."

The four words fell like a thunderclap.

Fuxi's pupils contracted slightly.

Shennong was startled.

Xuanyuan's expression changed slightly.

Suirenshi's beard and hair were slightly bristling.

Youchao's hands trembled slightly.

Ziyi's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Five Emperors.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun.

The last five leaders of the human race.

The key to the fulfillment of human morality after the Three Sovereigns.

When they return to their rightful place, humanity's fortunes will reach an unprecedented peak.

At that time, the three saints of humanity will descend to their positions.

First come, first served; no one will be waited for.

Fuxi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart.

"Master, where are the Five Emperors now?"

Xuandu said, "They have already settled into their respective positions in the various tribes of the human race."

"Shaohao was in the east, Zhuanxu was in the north, Emperor Ku was in the west, Yao was in the south, and Shun was in the center."

"The five men each resided in a different place, each accumulating merit."

"When the merits are complete, the Five Emperors will return to their rightful place."

Shennong frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Master, how long will it take for the Five Emperors to return to their positions?"

Xuandu looked at him and slowly said, "At least a thousand years, at most several thousand years."

"The exact timeframe depends on their individual experience and accumulation."

"When you have accumulated enough merit, have sufficient good fortune, and have a solid foundation, your rank will naturally follow."

"If it's not enough, even if we wait for tens of thousands of years, it will never return to its proper place."

Shennong remained silent.

Millennia.

Thousands of years.

It sounds like a long story.

But in the eyes of a sage, it is but a fleeting moment.

Even ten thousand years is but the time it takes to go into seclusion once.

But these thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, will not be peaceful.

The attainment of the three saintly positions in the human realm is too tempting.

We will never stand idly by if people are lured to the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, or the Western Sect.

Fuxi seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Xuandu.

A light flickered in those deep eyes.

"Does Master mean... someone will target the Five Emperors?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty."

"Who wouldn't be envious of the three saintly positions in the human realm?"

"Although the Chan Sect, the Ren Sect, and the Western Sect are not as powerful as the Jie Sect, they are not without ambition."

"They will not allow the Jie Sect to easily gain three more saints."

"Therefore, they will definitely take action."

"Whether overt or covert, strong or soft."

"In short, we will not let the Five Emperors return to their positions smoothly."

As the sound faded, a solemn silence fell beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Fuxi's expression darkened slightly, and a blue light surged around his body.

Shennong frowned, and the yellow light flickered uncertainly.

Xuanyuan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, its crimson light blazing like flames.

Suirenshi's beard and hair stood on end, radiating golden light like a tide.

Youchao clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleaming with a profound, mysterious light.

Ziyi's gaze grew cold, her pale light like frost.

Anger surged within all six of them.

The Five Emperors.

The last five leaders of the human race.

A major event for the human race.

It concerns the fate of humanity, the perfection of human morality, and the attainment of the three saints.

How can we allow others to interfere?

How can we allow others to sabotage this?

How can we allow others to get their hands on this?