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Jieyin spoke, his voice hoarse: "Taotie, why bother the Vice Master of Xuandu?"

"Let's settle this matter ourselves."

Taotie lowered its eyes, its blood-red pupils filled with mockery.

"Take it all upon himself?"

"You have come to ruin Emperor Ku's merits and destroy his foundation."

"Now that I have suppressed you, you say you want to end it all yourself?"

"What kind of good thing is this?"

The guide was speechless.

Zhunti gritted his teeth, but dared not speak again.

The Taotie stood in the void, its blood-red eyes gazing eastward.

and so on.

Waiting for Master's reply.

Within the tribe.

Emperor Ku stood in front of the wooden house, gazing at the four collapsed figures in the sky.

Gazing at the enormous, dark, ferocious beast.

His expression was calm.

But a complex emotion flickered deep within those clear eyes.

Taotie.

The leader of the four ferocious beasts.

The Great Primordial Nine Heavens.

With one palm strike, he knocked down two peak Quasi-Saints; with two palm strikes, he suppressed two Heavenly Saints.

Such combat power is terrifying.

Yet it willingly remained there, protecting a mere mortal.

This is Master's arrangement.

This is the essence of the Jie Sect.

This is humanity's greatest support.

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

He bowed slightly towards the dark figure.

"Thank you, senior."

Taotie lowered its eyes, gazing at the figure in coarse linen clothing.

The complexity in his bloodshot eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"No need to thank me."

"I am acting on my master's orders to protect you."

"If you must thank someone, thank your master."

Emperor Ku nodded: "This disciple will naturally thank Master."

"I should also thank my senior."

Taotie stopped talking.

He simply stood in the void, his blood-red eyes gazing eastward.

and so on.

East Sea Martial Arts Monument

Golden light shimmered, and crimson clouds filled the sky.

Xuan Du stood atop the Heavenly Stele with his hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked westward.

He sensed it just a moment ago.

The Taotie has made its move.

Jieyin and Zhunti were suppressed.

The pharmacist Maitreya collapsed to the ground.

The four Westerners stood in neat rows.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding of the ways of the world.

"The Taotie has a straightforward personality."

"If you can't beat them, swallow them."

"If you can beat them, hit them."

"Even saints are being photographed now."

"Not afraid of causing trouble."

He shook his head slightly, his smile deepening.

Taotie sent a message, asking him how to deal with it.

How to deal with it?

Xuandu gazed westward, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Kill, but we can't kill.

We can't let it go, even if we do.

Then there is only one way.

He raised his hand, and a chaotic light emanated from his palm.

It transformed into an extremely fine ripple, piercing through the void and speeding westward.

"Keep it locked."

"Wait for the Five Emperors to return to their positions, and for the Three Sages of Humanity to descend to their positions."

"Wait until the Investiture of the Gods officially begins."

"We'll discuss it again then."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Western Emperor Ku tribe

The void rippled slightly.

A wisp of chaotic light rushed in from the east.

It disappeared into the center of Taotie's eyebrows.

Taotie shuddered.

A light flickered in his blood-red eyes.

It heard it.

Master said, "Keep him locked up."

Waiting for the Five Emperors to return to their positions, and for the Three Sages of Humanity to descend to their positions.

When the Investiture of the Gods officially begins.

We will discuss this further at that time.

The Taotie slowly grinned, revealing its gleaming white fangs.

It lowered its eyes and looked at Jieyin and Zhunti.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with mockery.

"Master has given the order."

"Keep it locked."

The two words fell like ancient ice.

The guide's face turned deathly pale.

Zhunti trembled all over.

Locked up?

How long will they be locked up?

Was he imprisoned until the Five Emperors returned to their positions?

Did they imprison the three venerable saints of humanity who descended to their positions?

Will the Investiture of the Gods officially begin?

How long was that?

A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or tens of thousands of years?

They would then be suppressed by a ferocious beast above this tribe.

They watched helplessly as Emperor Ku accumulated merit.

They watched helplessly as the Five Emperors returned to their thrones.

Watching helplessly as the three saintly positions of humanity fell into the hands of the Jie Sect?

The guide slowly closed his eyes.

That face, which had once held a deep sense of pity for the billionaires, was now filled with despair.

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

But he dared not speak out.

Because the giant claws of the Taotie were still hanging overhead.

Because Xuandu's decree has already been made.

Because of Western religions, they lost.

We lost completely.

Taotie raised its hand and gently grabbed.

A jet-black chain emerged from its palm.

The chains were entirely black, with innate Dao patterns flowing endlessly within them.

The chain is divided into four strands, which are respectively wrapped around the Bodhisattvas Jieyin, Zhunti, Yaoshi, and Maitreya.

The four men were bound by chains and unable to move.

Even a sage cannot escape it.

Because those chains contain the primordial power of the Nine Heavens of Taotie.

It contains the supreme power of the law of devouring.

It contains the concealing power of the Xuandu Chaos Pearl.

Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself were to arrive, he might not be able to solve it easily.

Moreover, what about Jieyin and Zhunti?

Taotie tied the other end of the chain to the void.

Four figures hovered above the Di Ku tribe.

For example, four pieces of dried bacon.

Swaying in the wind, looking utterly pathetic.

Taotie lowered its eyes and looked at Emperor Ku.

"You can peacefully accumulate merit."

"I'll keep an eye on these four for you."

"If they dare to make a move, I will take pictures."

"I'll keep filming until you've completed your mission."

Emperor Ku gazed at the four figures suspended in the void, and at the four powerful figures of the Western Sect.

Looking at those two Heavenly Saints.

His expression was calm.

But deep within those clear eyes, a very faint light flickered.

That was gratitude.

That was breathtaking.

That was a sense of peace that hundreds of millions of yuan had never experienced before.

"Thank you, senior."

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

He turned around and stepped barefoot into the field.

Continue farming.

A plow, a harrow, a hoe.

Sweat drips down and blends into the soil.

Day after day, year after year.

Never stopping, never slacking off.

Taotie stood in the void, gazing at that figure.

The complexity in his bloodshot eyes grew stronger and stronger.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

It has devoured countless living beings and witnessed countless powerful beings.

I've never seen anyone like this before.

He remained unfazed by the pressure from a peak Quasi-Saint.

They remained unmoved in the face of Western religious attempts to convert them.

Faced with the sage's schemes, remain neither humble nor arrogant.

Now, four powerful Western religious figures are suppressed above them.

He glanced at it, then turned around and continued farming.

It was as if they were nothing more than a few annoying flies.

"This person is extraordinary."

Taotie murmured softly.

"No wonder Master protected him."

"No wonder humanity has awakened."

"No wonder the Intercepting Sect won."

"Because there are such people among the human race."

The sound drifted away on the wind.

No one heard it.

He was led into the void, bound by chains.

He closed his eyes and softly chanted Buddhist prayers.

"Amitabha......"

The voice was mournful, like the cry of a cuckoo.

Zhunti lowered his head and remained silent.

The pharmacist's face turned deathly pale, and Maitreya's smile vanished completely.

The four people were suspended above the tribe, swaying in the wind, looking utterly pathetic.