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Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the chaos, his gray Taoist robe hanging down.

His gaze pierced through the void, landing on the four suspended figures.

He closed his eyes, softly chanted the Buddha's name, and his voice was mournful.

Zhunti lowered his head, remained silent, and his face was deathly pale.

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

The four were bound by dark 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 Hongjun himself were to come, it would still take some effort to unravel the mystery.

Moreover, what about Jieyin and Zhunti?

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and stopped looking.

"Let them stay there."

"It's good to behave for a while."

"To avoid causing trouble everywhere and making a fool of oneself."

He turned and looked into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

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

Since it was depleted by one-tenth, 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?

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.

He remembered something.

Taotie.

The leader of the four ferocious beasts, at the early stage of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Heaven.

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.

If Taotie was still under Xuandu's command when the Investiture of the Gods began...

Hongjun frowned slightly.

He raised his hand.

The Jade Disc of Creation slowly rose from the palm of his hand.

The dish is a chaotic color, and its entire surface is crystal clear.

On the surface of the disc, the three thousand Dao patterns flowed endlessly.

The light was so intense, so dazzling, so vast, that it instantly illuminated the entire Zixiao Palace.

Illuminate the surging chaotic currents, illuminate the dormant origin of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun used the Jade Disc of Creation to deduce the future.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

He opened his eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed deep within those indifferent eyes.

The simulation results are in.

Taotie, Hundun, Qiongqi, and Taowu are the four ferocious beasts.

They are all under the Xuandu Sect.

All of this is within the Jie Sect.

It was all under the control of the man in blue.

Hongjun remained silent.

He stood amidst chaos, the Jade Disc of Creation suspended in his palm.

Three thousand lines flowed endlessly, reflecting on his ancient face.

"The Four Ferocious Beasts..."

He spoke in a low voice:

"The Taotie has nine heavens, the Chaos has seven heavens, the Qiongqi has five heavens, and the Taotie has four heavens."

"Including Xuandu himself, the Nine Heavens."

"Add Tongtian, and you have five heavens."

"Add the Six Saints of Humanity and the Three Saints of Earth."

"The Jie Sect alone has more than a dozen Saint-level warriors."

"Even if I were to take action myself, I might not be able to secure a victory."

After the sound faded, Zixiao Palace fell into a deathly silence.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

That gray figure stood alone in the depths of chaos.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

a long time.

Hongjun raised his eyes.

The chill in those indifferent eyes gradually subsided.

Instead, there was a bottomless calm.

"Investiture of the Gods".

The two words fell as if by divine decree.

"As long as the Investiture of the Gods proceeds smoothly, all the immortals of the Intercepting Sect will be listed."

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

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

Even the four most ferocious beasts must be listed and face their calamities.

"That is Xuandu..."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"There's no escaping it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

The Jade Disc of Creation transformed into a stream of chaotic light and disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the chaos, his gaze piercing through the void and falling upon the lower realm.

It landed on Jin'ao Island.

It fell toward the Chaos Bell suspended in the pivot of destiny.

The bell's body shimmered with light, reflecting the aura of the Jie Sect.

stable.

Heavy and substantial.

indestructible.

Hongjun stared at the giant bell, his gaze slightly narrowed.

Chaos Bell.

One of the Three Treasures of Creation, the companion treasure of Donghuang Taiyi, transformed from Pangu's axe.

With this bell in hand, one can attack or defend, suppress destiny, and protect the lineage.

The Jie Sect's billion-dollar society is missing this very item.

Today, the Chaos Bell hangs above Jin'ao Island, suppressing the destiny of the Jie Sect.

Even he could not easily shake it.

But so what?

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods was ordained by the will of Heaven.

Even the Chaos Bell couldn't stop it.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze.

He looked westward.

Looking towards the sky above the Di Ku tribe.

Looking at the four figures suspended in mid-air.

Jieyin and Zhunti were still bound by chains and suspended in the void.

Medicine Buddha Maitreya collapsed to the side, his breath weak and feeble.

Hongjun gently shook his head.

"Jieyin, Zhunti."

"You all stay there."

"I will take you back before the Investiture of the Gods begins."

"Now......"

He paused, his gaze turning slightly cold:

"It's not the right time yet."

Hongjun turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The gray figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Only the empty palace remains, only the surging chaotic air currents remain.

Only the eternal silence remains.

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the primordial chaos.

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

He closed his eyes.

My mind sank into the depths of the Dao.

There is a door there.

The door was tightly shut, and three thousand patterns flowed endlessly on the door frame.

Behind the door lay the means he had never used in his multi-million dollar fortune.

It was his trump card prepared for the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

It was a deadly trap he set for Xuandu.

"That method can only be used once."

Hongjun spoke in a low voice:

"The best time will be after the Investiture of the Gods begins."

"At that time, with the blessing of Heaven's will, destiny cannot be defied."

"That is Xuandu, that is the Four Fiends."

"We must also be listed and face the calamity."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

The primordial chaos trembled slightly, as if in response to his words.

Hongjun closed his eyes and said nothing more.

He simply sat quietly in the chaos.

and so on.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

An equal calamity will descend.

Waiting for that one decisive opportunity.

......

历山

As dawn breaks, a thin mist hangs like gauze.

Shun stood in the field, barefoot in the mud, wearing coarse linen clothes.

He bent down and held the plow with both hands.

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.

His merit lies not in creating the calendar, nor in determining the solar terms.

It is not about teaching the people to cultivate the land, nor about controlling the waters and ensuring their safety.

Filial piety.

The father was stubborn, the mother was rude, and the younger brother was arrogant.

All three wanted to kill him.

But he never harbored resentment.

Never sought revenge.

Never gave up.

They just silently endured it.

Working diligently and quietly.

Waiting silently.

This is Shun's merit.

This was the foundation of Shun's rule.

This is the foundation upon which Shun attained enlightenment.

Above the clouds.

The chaotic, murky figure transformed into a wisp of extremely faint smoke.

Hanging atop Mount Li, hidden in the clouds and mist.

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

A complex emotion flashed in his blood-red eyes.

It has been worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

I have seen countless living beings and countless conspiracies and schemes.

I've never seen anyone like this before.

The father was stubborn, the mother was rude, and the younger brother was arrogant.

All three wanted to kill him.

But he never harbored resentment.

Never sought revenge.

Never gave up.

They just silently endured it.

Working diligently and quietly.

Waiting silently.

"Is this Shun?"

Chaos murmured softly.

"No wonder Master protected him."

"This person is indeed worth protecting."

It withdrew its gaze, its blood-red eyes looking into the distance.

That was Shun's home.

A simple thatched hut stands crookedly at the foot of the mountain.

A figure paced back and forth in front of the house.

His face was sinister, and his eyes gleamed.

That was Shun's father, Gu Sou.

A figure peeked out from the side of the house.

He had shifty eyes and was acting suspiciously.

That was Shun's younger brother, Xiang.

Behind the house, a figure was hiding in the shadows.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

That was Shun's stepmother.

Each of the three harbored their own ulterior motives and malicious intentions.

They all wanted to put Shun to death.

Chaos's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly.

It sensed it.

There was a very faint, unusual aura emanating from the three individuals.

The scent was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But it is chaos, one of the four ferocious beasts.

It has lived for hundreds of millions of yuan and devoured countless lives.

The ability to sense aura is ingrained in one's very bones.

"Someone tampered with them."

Chaos spoke in a low voice, his blood-red eyes brimming with killing intent.

"It's not incitement, it's not control."

"It's magnification."

"Amplify the evil thoughts in their hearts."

"Exaggerate their hatred for Shun."

"They amplified their determination to put Shun to death."

who did it?

Chaos does not know.

But it knew that this method was beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

Because that aura carried a very faint trace of Daoist charm.

That is the essence of the sage's teachings.