Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

His blood-red, chaotic eyes were slightly cold.

saint.

Another saint.

Yuanshi sent Guangchengzi and Yuding Zhenren to the East to ruin Shaohao's merits.

The Bhaisajyaguru and Maitreya were sent to the Western Paradise by the Amitabha Buddha, which corrupted the merits of Emperor Ku.

Now, a sage in the central government is targeting Shun.

Don't kill him, don't hurt him.

It only amplifies the evil thoughts in his family members' hearts.

Let his father, mother, and brother destroy him with their own hands.

Kill him.

This is the method of a sage.

This is the ruthlessness of a sage.

Avoid getting involved in cause and effect, and avoid giving anyone a handle to use against you.

Even if Xuandu himself came, he could not find fault with it.

Because it was Shun's family members who carried out the attack.

Because those who wanted to kill Shun were his father, mother, and brother.

What does this have to do with sages?

Chaos took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent surging in his heart.

It cannot make a move.

Because our master said that we should not take action unless absolutely necessary.

Because Shun's merits had to be accumulated by himself.

If one kills someone for him, his merit will be less.

If one accumulates little merit, one's rank will not be lowered.

That wouldn't be helping him, it would be harming him.

But it couldn't just watch Shun die.

Because Shun was the common ruler of the human race and one of the Five Emperors.

Because Shunruo died, the merits of humanity were incomplete.

Because of that, there was one less competitor for the three saintly positions.

His chaotic blood-red eyes flickered, and thoughts raced through his mind.

suddenly.

It thought of its master.

I recall that figure in green.

I recall those eyes, calm as an ancient well.

"Message to Master."

Chaos spoke in a low voice.

It raised its hand, and a stream of chaotic light surged from its palm.

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

"Let Master decide."

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 closed his eyes and let his mind sink into the Chaos Pearl.

The four ferocious beasts each occupy their own place.

In the West, Taotie suppresses and guides Zhunti.

Chaos resides in the center, protecting Shun.

Qiongqi and Taotie cultivate themselves inside the pearl.

Business as usual.

Everything is on track.

suddenly.

Xuan Du opened his eyes.

He sensed it.

A streak of chaotic light sped toward the central Lishan Mountain.

It disappeared into his brow.

Chaos Communication.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly as he probed into the ripple of energy.

A chaotic voice echoed in his mind.

"Master, someone has tampered with Shun's family."

"Some people have amplified the evil thoughts in their hearts."

"They wanted to put Shun to death."

"This disciple dares not act on my own initiative; please, Master, make the decision."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Xuandu remained silent.

He stood atop the Heavenly Stele, his gaze piercing through the void and landing on the center.

It falls towards Mount Li.

It fell upon that figure in coarse linen clothes.

It descended upon the three ghostly figures.

His gaze was calm as still water.

But beneath that calm lay a chilling cold.

saint.

Another saint.

Yuanshi sent Guangchengzi and Yuding Zhenren to the East.

The Bodhisattva Cundi will send the Medicine Buddha and Maitreya to the Western Paradise.

Now, a sage in the central government is targeting Shun.

who is it?

Lao Tzu?

impossible.

Although Lao Tzu hated him, and although he hated the Jie Sect.

But the old Taoist priest disdained to use such despicable means.

The Primordial Beginning?

Nor is it possible.

Having just suffered a loss in the East, Yuanshi was restraining his disciples, daring not to act rashly again.

Amitabha Buddha?

Less likely.

The two were suppressed by the Taotie above the Di Ku tribe, like dried meat.

They can barely protect themselves, how can they possibly have the strength to attack Shun?

Who could it be?

Nuwa?

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

Nuwa.

Since her resurrection, she has been cultivating in the Zixiao Palace.

It has never appeared in the world, never made a move, and never taken any action.

It was as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

It was as if I had accepted reality.

It was as if the hatred of that billion-dollar association had vanished with the wind.

Ke Xuan knew all of this.

Nuwa would not accept her fate.

They will not let go of their hatred.

She was just waiting.

When the Investiture of the Gods begins, when the Great Tribulation descends.

Waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

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

If at this time, one could destroy the merits and foundations of the Five Emperors.

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

With the help of the Jie Sect, their chances of success were diminished.

Nuwa thus gained a greater hope of revenge.

"Nuwa".

Xuan Du murmured the name.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"You certainly know how to pick your time."

"Taking advantage of my absence from the central government, they attacked Shun."

"Amplifying the evil thoughts in his family members' hearts."

"Let his father, mother, and brother destroy him with their own hands."

"Avoid entanglement in cause and effect, and avoid giving others leverage."

"Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself came, he would not be able to find fault with it."

"A clever plan."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked towards the center.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Nuwa believed that he was not in the center.

Then he could not protect Shun.

They could only watch helplessly as Shun was harmed by his family.

They could only watch as the three saints of humanity lost one of their competitors.

But she forgot.

Although he is not in the central government.

There may be chaos.

There is the leader of the four ferocious beasts, the Chaos of the Seventh Heaven.

Chaos cannot intervene.

Because taking action was to shield Shun from calamity.

Shun's merits were diminished.

The position of the fruit cannot be lowered.

But Chaos cannot act, while he can.

He is Xuandu.

It is the Great Primordial Nine Heavens.

He is the deputy leader of the Jie Sect.

He is the master of the human race.

It was only natural for him to take action.

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had nothing to say.

Because Shun was his grand-disciple.

Because the human race is his foundation.

Because the return of the Five Emperors to their rightful places was part of his plan.

Nuwa wanted to sabotage his plan.

Then you must be prepared to pay the price.

Xuandu raised his hand.

A chaotic light surged from his palm.

It transformed into an extremely fine ripple, piercing through the void and speeding towards the central Mount Li.

"Chaos, just you wait and see."

"Don't make a move."

"I will handle Shun's family."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Xuandu took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from the top of the Heavenly Stele in an instant.

Central Lishan

Three poles in the sun.

Shun was still working in the fields.

Sweat poured down like rain, dripping onto the soil.

He doesn't rest.

We can't rest either.

Because spring plowing waits for no one.

Because the people are waiting for him.

Because he is the supreme ruler of the human race.

In front of the thatched hut.

The blind old man stopped and looked up at the fields.

His sinister face was filled with hatred.

"That unfilial son."

He spoke in a low, hoarse voice:

"He works the land day in and night without returning home."

"Does he even see me as his father anymore?"

The elephant approached, its eyes darting around furtively.

"Father, my elder brother doesn't care about you at all."

"He'd love for you to die sooner rather than later."

"To monopolize the family fortune."

The blind man's face grew even more somber.

The stepmother came out from behind the house, gritting her teeth.

"This bastard child must not be allowed to live."

"His life is a scourge to us."

"How about..."

She paused, then made a throat-slitting gesture.

The blind man remained silent.

An excited glint flashed in the elephant's eyes.

All three of them turned their gazes toward the field.

It fell upon that figure in coarse linen clothes.

There was hatred and murderous intent in those eyes.

There is also a kind of madness that has been magnified countless times.

The three were unaware.

The evil thoughts in their hearts were manipulated by someone.

They thought it was their own idea.

They thought it was their own decision.

They believed that killing Shun was for their own good.

But they didn't know.

They are nothing but pawns.

They are pawns in the hands of sages.

It was a pawn that Nuwa used to undermine Shun's merits and destroy his foundation.

field.

Shun stopped plowing.

He looked up at the thatched hut.

Looking at those three figures.

A faint trace of sadness flashed deep within those clear eyes.

he knows.

I know my father, mother, and brother hate him.

He knew they wanted to kill him.

He knew they wouldn't tolerate him.

But he couldn't hate.

We can't complain.

We must not retaliate.

Because that was his father.

Because that was his mother.

Because that was his younger brother.

Because he wanted to influence them with filial piety.

Because he wanted to win people over with virtue.

Because this is his merit.

Because this is his foundation.

Because this is the capital he uses to prove his faith.

Shun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sorrow in his heart.

He bowed his head and continued working.

A plow, a harrow, a hoe.

Sweat drips down and blends into the soil.

Just now.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

It was none other than Xuandu.