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On the shore of the East China Sea.

As dawn breaks, a thin mist hangs like gauze.

Shao Hao stood on the altar, dressed in black robes and a red belt, with a handsome face.

He held a jade cong in both hands and looked up at the sky.

The jade cong was entirely bluish-white, with the sun, moon, and stars carved on the top and mountains and rivers carved on the bottom.

On the body of the cong, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, subtly resonating with the fortune of humanity.

Litian.

Sacrificial site.

This is his duty as the sovereign of the East.

This is also the foundation for his accumulation of merit.

Since his accession to the throne, he has done this every day without fail.

They offered sacrifices at sunrise and rested at sunset.

Spring sowing and autumn harvest, summer weeding and winter storage.

He established rites and music, set the calendar, and taught all the people.

Step by step, day by day, year by year.

His merits are like a gentle stream.

Although it was not as earth-shattering as Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs.

It was not as thunderous and powerful as when Xuanyuan slew Chiyou.

But it is stable.

Indeed.

Yet it never stops flowing.

An old minister stood beneath the altar, his voice low and somber:

"News has come from the West that the two Venerables of the Western Sect, Medicine Master and Maitreya, have gone to the Di Ku tribe."

Shao Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and the jade cong in his hand trembled slightly.

"Purpose?"

The old minister said, "If Emperor Ku is persuaded to join the Western religion, his merits will be ruined and his foundation destroyed."

Shao Hao remained silent.

He raised his eyes and looked westward.

There was not a trace of panic on his handsome face.

Only peace.

A tranquility born from weathering storms and witnessing life and death.

"Master had already made arrangements."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present:

"The Taotie protects Emperor Ku in the west."

"His Majesty Fuxi protects me in the east, His Majesty Shennong protects Yao in the south, His Majesty Xuanyuan protects Zhuanxu in the north, and Chaos protects Shun in the center."

"Although Western religions have come, they have not gained any advantage."

The old minister looked up, his eyes filled with worry:

"But both the Medicine Master and Maitreya are at the peak of Quasi-Saint level."

"Although the Taotie is powerful, it cannot be attacked lightly. If Emperor Ku cannot hold on..."

Shao Hao gently shook his head:

"Emperor Ku can hold on."

"Because he was one of the Five Emperors."

"Because he is the supreme ruler of humanity."

"Because he has suffered no less than anyone else."

The old minister remained silent.

Shao Hao withdrew his gaze and continued to pay homage to the heavens.

The jade cong is held high, its blue light swirling around it.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers slowly materialized into illusory images behind him.

He believed in his master.

Believe in Jiejiao.

Believe in Fuxi.

Emperor Ku was believed to be the emperor.

Believers.

So he wasn't flustered.

There's no rush.

Three poles in the sun.

After Shao Hao finished his ritual to Heaven, he stepped down from the altar.

An old minister handed him a bowl of water, which he accepted and drank in one gulp.

Just now.

Shao Hao was startled.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of those clear eyes.

He sensed it.

Two streams of energy are coming from the west.

That aura was extremely strong, extremely abundant, and extremely vast.

Like two mountains, suspended in the void.

Quasi-Saint.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Moreover, that aura carried a Daoist charm that he was extremely familiar with.

Jade Purity Immortal Light.

Elucidating the teachings.

Shao Hao's expression changed slightly.

Not a Western religion?

Is it the Chan sect?

His mind raced, and his gaze grew cold.

The Western religion went to the West because Emperor Ku was in the West, which was their territory.

The Chan sect came to the East, to its territory.

What are you doing?

The answer speaks for itself.

The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the great calamity has begun.

The Five Emperors were at their most vulnerable moment, as their merits and virtues were not yet complete.

Who could ruin the merits and foundations of the Five Emperors at this time?

The three positions of sainthood in the human realm will now have one less competitor.

The purpose of the Chan sect is to contend.

They came to steal it.

They came to ruin his merits and destroy his foundation.

"Guang Chengzi".

"Jade Cauldron Immortal".

Shao Hao murmured the two names.

The head of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, and a direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Guang Chengzi, with the Fan Tian Seal in hand, has killed countless powerful figures.

Jade Cauldron Immortal, wielding the Immortal-Slaying Sword, possesses divine swordsmanship and has reached the peak of Quasi-Saint.

When the two join forces, even those who have just entered the Saint Realm will have to give way.

Now, they have arrived.

Come to his tribe.

To ruin his good deeds.

To destroy his foundation.

Shao Hao took a deep breath, suppressing the chill surging in his heart.

He didn't panic.

Because behind him stood Fuxi.

The Emperor is standing.

Standing there is a saint of humanity.

Shao Hao raised his eyes and looked up at the sky above the tribe.

The two auras were getting closer and closer.

The celestial light of jade grew ever brighter.

The oppressive force grew stronger and stronger.

In the tribe, the people looked up at the sky.

In those eyes, there was fear, unease, and an undisguised anger.

Elucidating the teachings.

Are they trying to humiliate the human race again?

Another attempt to ruin human merit?

Are they trying to destroy the foundations of humanity again?

Is it the same then, and is it still the same now?

A young cultivator gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and prepared to attack.

"Let's fight them!"

An old monk stopped him and gently shook his head.

"No rush."

"With His Majesty Fuxi present."

"The Emperor is here."

"With Master here."

"They've come to their deaths."

The young monk was stunned.

The old monk gazed at the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Just you wait and see."

"Watch how I, the Holy Emperor of the Human Race, deal with them."

The young monk remained silent.

Sheathed his sword and stepped back.

I looked up at the sky.

and so on.

Above the clouds.

The void rippled slightly.

Two figures slowly emerged from the ripples.

A man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a thin face and three long strands of beard flowing down his chest.

His body was surrounded by a pure, ethereal light, and his aura was as vast as the sea.

Guangchengzi.

The Heaven-Turning Seal hung above his head, gleaming with golden light and radiating a chilling aura.

A man dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a cold and stern face and eyes as sharp as knives.

Sword intent flowed around him, and his sharp aura condensed as if it were a tangible substance.

Jade Cauldron Immortal.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword hung by his side, its blade long and slender, its edge sharp, its light as clear as water.

The two stood side by side, looking down.

Looking towards the Shaohao tribe.

I looked toward the figure in black robes standing beneath the altar.

Guang Chengzi spoke, his voice calm:

"Is this Shao Hao?"

Master Yu Ding nodded:

"Exactly."

"One of the Five Emperors of the Human Race, the Sovereign of the East."

"To worship Heaven and Earth, to establish rites and music, and to set the calendar."

"His merits are profound, and his fortune is at its peak."

"If he is allowed to return to his position, the Jie Sect will have an even greater chance of securing the three Saintly positions of humanity."

Guang Chengzi remained silent.

He looked at Shao Hao, at that tall and straight figure like a pine tree.

A complex feeling welled up inside me.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He listened to the teachings at Zixiao Palace and then established his own religion.

From signing the Investiture of the Gods to arriving today on a mission.

He never imagined that one day he would come to humiliate a mere mortal.

An ordinary person with no cultivation, no background, and no connections.

A human ruler who only cares for the common people, the nation, and the accumulation of merit.

But this is Master's order.

It is the will of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

It was the scheme of the Chan sect.

It is the predetermined fate of the Investiture of the Gods calamity.

He cannot disobey.

They dared not disobey.

"Shaohao".

Guang Chengzi spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone below:

"This humble Taoist is Guangchengzi, a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Chan Sect."

"This is the Jade Cauldron Immortal."

"I have come today to discuss something with you."

After the sound faded, the tribe fell into a deathly silence.

All the clansmen looked up in unison.

In those eyes, there was fear, anger, and an undisguised despair.

Elucidating the teachings.

They've arrived too.

They also want to come and save their sovereign?

They also want to ruin the merits of their common lord?

They also want to destroy the foundation of their common leader?