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Yuanshi spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Brother."

"Are we just going to accept this?"

"Are we just going to stand by and watch Xuan Du act so arrogantly?"

"Are we just going to watch the Jie Sect devour all the saintly positions in the human realm?"

Lao Tzu gazed at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"I admit it."

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

Yuan Shi was startled.

Admit it?

My elder brother said, "So you've accepted it?"

"Brother!"

The Primordial Lord roared, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide:

"How can we recognize him?"

"If we admit it, the Chan Sect will never have a chance to recover."

"If we accept this, the People's Education Press will never be able to hold its head high again."

"If we accept it, we will be forever trampled underfoot by the Jie Sect."

"Elder brother, are you resigned to this?"

Lao Tzu looked at him, his gaze remaining calm.

Beneath that calm lay a sense of helplessness, a feeling that billions of dollars would eventually be lost.

"I'm not reconciled."

"But what can we do?"

"We can't win."

"You can't win if you try."

"We can't out-calculate it."

"That man, Xuandu, is meticulous in his planning, leaving no room for error."

"From when he took the three ancestors of the human race as his disciples, to when he mended the sky and supported the heavens."

"From collecting the five flags to awakening humanity."

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

"Every step is part of the game."

"Every piece is placed in a crucial position."

"In every game, we had no way to counterattack."

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

"The Jie Sect has more than a dozen Saint-level warriors on its side."

"What can we use to fight him?"

The Primordial One remained silent.

He stood beneath the cloud bed, the Jade Purity Immortal Light flickering erratically.

His once dignified face was now etched with despair.

My elder brother is right.

We can't win.

You can't win if you try.

It's impossible to calculate; you can't win.

Xuan Du is terrifying.

It was so terrifying that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun suffered a great loss.

It was so terrifying that even the predetermined course of fate was reversed.

It was so terrifying that even Yuan Shi felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Brother."

Yuanshi spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"Are we just going to wait to die like this?"

Lao Tzu looked at him and gently shook his head.

"It's not about waiting to die."

"Yes, wait."

Yuan Shi was taken aback: "Waiting for what?"

Lao Tzu said, "Wait until the Investiture of the Gods."

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the Six Sages are all on the list."

"The great calamity has begun; each must rely on their own abilities."

"Although the Jie Sect is powerful, it has the most disciples on the Investiture of the Gods list."

"Of the 365 righteous gods, the Jie Sect produced 325."

"Of the two thousand secondary gods, the Jie Sect produced one thousand seven hundred and fifty."

"Of the 84,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, 74,000 came from the Jie Sect."

"This is predetermined and cannot be changed."

Even Xuandu cannot reverse it.

"Once the Investiture of the Gods begins, all the immortals of the Intercepting Sect will be listed."

"The fortune has been greatly damaged, and the foundation has been shaken."

"That will be our opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's eyes brightened slightly.

Conferred God list.

Fixed number.

opportunity.

My elder brother is right.

No matter how powerful the Jie Sect is, it cannot defy the predetermined fate of Heaven.

Even if all the immortals come to pay homage, they still have to be listed.

Even a dozen saints couldn't protect all their disciples.

When the fortunes of the Jie Sect are greatly diminished, when all the immortals are listed on the list.

At that time, the Chan sect will have an opportunity.

People will have opportunities if they are taught by others.

Western religions would then have an opportunity.

"Brother is wise."

Yuanshi bowed, his voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement.

Lao Tzu looked at him and gently shook his head.

"wise?"

"It's just a last resort."

"If a fair fight were possible, who would choose such methods?"

The Primordial One remained silent.

He looked at Lao Tzu, at that withered yet weary face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

My elder brother has changed.

He is no longer the tranquil and inactive sage of the past.

It is no longer the lofty and authentic Pangu lineage of yesteryear.

No longer is the being who is untouched by cause and effect, and untainted by worldly affairs.

He was deposed from his position as leader of the Human Cult by Xuandu.

The Kongtong Seal was taken away.

The road was cut off.

A fortune of hundreds of millions can vanish in a single day.

Although he is still a seventh-level Heavenly Saint.

But that foundation has already been shaken.

That level of cultivation is nothing but a castle in the air.

That aura was nothing more than a rootless duckweed.

He could only endure it.

We can only wait.

We can only pin our hopes on the Investiture of the Gods.

They place their hopes on the predetermined course of fate.

Hoping for a turning point that may never come.

"Brother."

Yuanshi spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"I understand."

"I will go back and discipline my disciples."

"We will no longer act rashly, and we will no longer give Xuandu any excuses."

"Wait for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, wait for the ordained destiny of Heaven to descend."

We'll see what happens then.

Lao Tzu nodded.

"Go."

"Remember, do not send anyone to undermine the merits of the Five Emperors again."

"Since Xuandu has already laid out a backup plan, he will not give us a chance."

"Going there again would only be suicide."

Yuan Shi nodded.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The golden figure vanished from the Eight Views Palace in an instant.

Lao Tzu stood alone on the cloud bed, gazing at the disappearing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Investiture of the Gods".

He murmured softly:

"This is our only hope."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Inside the Eight Views Palace, the purple clouds remained dim.

That withered figure stood alone on the cloud bed.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

......

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 falls towards the west.

It fell towards the sky above the Di Ku tribe.

It fell towards the four figures suspended in the void, bound by pitch-black chains.

Jieyin, Zhunti, Yaoshi, Maitreya.

The four people hung in the air above the tribe, like four pieces of dried bacon.

Swaying in the wind, looking utterly pathetic.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged.

Yet, a faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuations were very subtle.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But if someone were nearby, they would definitely see that it was out of helplessness.

It is a sense of helplessness suppressed to the extreme.

"They were told not to go, but they insisted on going anyway."

He spoke in a low voice, which drifted into the chaos.

"Now look what's happened, we're being suppressed above the tribe, becoming a laughing stock in the ancient world."

As the sound faded, the chaotic air currents slightly stagnated.

Hongjun gently shook his head.

He recalled that before signing the Investiture of the Gods, he had sent a telepathic message to the Five Saints.

"The return of the Five Emperors to their rightful places is a predetermined destiny of Heaven, and should not be disturbed."

"Even if it's interference, it will only delay their return to their positions."

"What is meant to be returned to its rightful place will eventually be returned to its rightful place."

Those who are meant to be on the list will eventually be on it.

"You just need to wait."

"Wait for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, wait for the Great Calamity to descend."

"At that time, everyone will rely on their own abilities, and life and death will be left to fate."

But they wouldn't listen.

Yuanshi sent Guangchengzi and Yuding Zhenren to the east to destroy Shaohao's merits.

The Amitabha Buddha sent the Medicine Buddha and Maitreya to the West to undermine Emperor Ku's merits.

The results of it?

Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren were knocked down by Xuan Du, their peak Quasi-Saint realms falling to the late Quasi-Saint realm.

The Pharmacist and Maitreya were knocked down by Taotie's palm, and the peak Quasi-Saints fell to the early Quasi-Saints stage.

Even when Jieyin and Zhunti personally intervened, they were suppressed by Taotie's two palm strikes.

Today, four sages hang in the sky above the Di Ku tribe.

This is what happens when they don't heed advice.

"Yuan Shi was alright; he stopped when he saw the situation was turning bad."

"May you guide Cundi..."

Hongjun paused, his gaze turning slightly cold.

"He reaped what he sowed."