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Xuandu lowered his eyes and looked at Shun.

A hint of relief flashed deep within those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Shun was startled.

He looked up at the figure in green.

Looking at that young yet composed face.

Her eyes were slightly red.

"Master."

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

He put down the plow, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

Xuandu raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

A gentle force lifted Shun up.

"No need for such formalities."

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

Shun rose and stood in the field.

Barefoot in the mud, dressed in coarse linen.

He gazed at Xuandu, at that figure in green.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Master has arrived.

When he needed it most.

In his most helpless moment.

In his most desperate moment.

"Master."

Shun spoke, his voice low and deep:

"The disciple's home..."

Xuan Du raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know."

The three words fell like ancient ice.

Shun was startled.

Does Master know?

Did he know that his father, mother, and brother wanted him dead?

Do they know that someone has tampered with them?

Did you know this was a sage's scheme?

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"You don't need to worry."

"I'll handle it."

Shun nodded and said nothing more.

He simply stood in the field, gazing at that figure in green.

In those eyes, there was gratitude and reverence.

Even more reassuring is the unprecedented peace of mind that comes with having hundreds of millions of dollars.

Xuandu turned around.

I looked up and gazed at the thatched hut.

He looked at the three ghostly figures.

His gaze was calm as still water.

But beneath that calm lay a chilling despair.

"Nuwa".

He spoke in a low voice.

Yet it clearly pierced through the void and landed on the three figures.

It falls toward the will of the saint hidden in the shadows.

It fell towards the lofty Purple Cloud Palace.

"You amplify the evil thoughts in their hearts."

"They intend to use them to kill Shun."

"You have ruined the merits of my human race and destroyed the foundation of my human race."

"You think I didn't notice?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

The three figures trembled.

The madness and hatred in those eyes quickly faded.

Instead, there was bewilderment.

They were at a loss.

It was like waking up from a dream.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

The blind man murmured, looking down at his hands.

Those calloused hands had just been trying to kill their son.

The elephant's face was deathly pale, and its legs were weak.

"I...I want to kill my older brother?"

"How could I have such a thought?"

The stepmother collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

"It wasn't me...it wasn't what I thought..."

"There's someone...someone in my head..."

The three collapsed to the ground, their faces deathly pale.

The magnified evil thoughts receded like the tide.

But the marks left by those evil thoughts were deeply imprinted in their hearts.

They remember.

I remember the hatred I felt just now.

I remember the murderous intent just now.

I remember that crazy thought I had just had.

They dared not look at Shun.

He didn't dare look at the figure in green.

He just kept his head down, trembling.

Xuan Du gazed at the three figures with a calm expression.

He didn't look at them.

I simply raised my eyes and looked up at the sky.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden behind the purple aura.

"Nuwa, can you hear me?"

"Your methods have failed."

Your scheme has failed.

"Shun's merits are secure."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Above the sky, purple energy surged slightly.

It was as if a gaze was descending from the Purple Cloud Palace.

It fell towards Mount Li, and towards that figure in green.

There was hatred and resentment in those eyes.

There's also an indescribable... sense of powerlessness.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Nuwa sat cross-legged amidst the chaotic air currents.

His face was deathly pale.

She sensed it.

She amplified the evil thoughts in the hearts of the blind man, the elephant, and the stepmother.

It's been broken.

It was broken by Xuandu.

The man in blue broke through it with ease.

She did not make a move.

He merely used the will of a sage to subtly influence the minds of those three people.

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

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun couldn't find fault with it.

But Xuandu has arrived.

With just one sentence, her scheme was exposed.

"Xuan Du..."

Nuwa spoke in a low, hoarse voice:

Why...why do you always ruin my plans?

......

Years are like a shuttle.

In the primordial era, years were not recorded.

Thousands of years have passed since the Five Emperors were born.

So much has happened over thousands of years.

Shaohao in the East has achieved perfect merit.

After Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren were knocked down from their cultivation levels by Xuan Du, no one in the Chan Sect dared to set foot in the East again.

Shao Hao then focused on educating and enlightening the people, establishing rites and music, and setting the calendar.

Day after day, year after year.

His merits, like trickles of water, converge into a mighty river.

One day, they broke through that constraint.

Above the eastern sky, a golden gate of light suddenly opened.

Humanitarian merits surged forth like a tide, pouring into Shao Hao's body.

He sat cross-legged, his body radiating golden light.

The bottleneck of the Quasi-Saint peak was shattered at that moment.

A saint of humanity.

The first heaven.

Shao Hao has returned to his position.

Emperor Zhuanxu was in the north, and his merits were complete.

With Xuanyuan protecting them in the north, the remnants of the Jiuli tribe dared not cause trouble.

Emperor Zhuanxu pacified the northern borders, brought peace to the people, and stabilized the state.

Although his merits were not as profound as those of Shao Hao.

It is stable, practical, and solid.

Above the northern sky, a golden gate of light suddenly opened.

Human virtues and merits surged forth like a tide, pouring into Zhuanxu's body.

He sat cross-legged, his body radiating golden light.

A saint of humanity.

The first heaven.

Zhuanxu has returned to his throne.

Emperor Ku is in the west, where his merits and virtues have been perfected.

Taotie suppressed Jieyin and Zhunti above the tribe, and no one from the Western Sect dared to come.

Emperor Ku taught the people to cultivate the land, established a calendar, and set the solar terms.

His merits are as deep as the sea.

Above the western sky, a golden gate of light suddenly opened.

Human merits surged forth like a tide, pouring into Emperor Ku's body.

He sat cross-legged, his body radiating golden light.

A saint of humanity.

The first heaven.

Emperor Ku has returned to his throne.

Yao was in the south, but his merits were not yet complete.

Shennong was protecting the south, but the floods had not yet subsided and the people's livelihood was not secure.

Yao's merits still need to be accumulated.

Shun was in the central government, but his merits were not yet complete.

With Chaos protecting him in the center, his family no longer harmed him, but the path of filial piety was still long.

Shun's merits also needed to be accumulated.

Of the Five Emperors, three returned to their rightful place.

Of the three saints of the human realm, three have already attained their positions.

Once Yao and Shun return to their positions, there will be no more positions to be deferred.

First come, first served; no one will be waited for.

This is destiny.

Lingyun Cave on Jin'ao Island

Deep within the cave.

Xuandu sat cross-legged, his blue robes hanging down, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He has been in seclusion for thousands of years.

It's not about cultivating oneself, it's about waiting.

Waiting for the Five Emperors to return to their positions.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

Waiting for the final battle.

Since Shaohao, Zhuanxu, and Diku returned to power, the fortune of the Jie Sect has surged once again.

The three venerable saints of humanity all joined the Jie Sect.

Including Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan.

In addition, there were Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi.

Of the nine saints of humanity, the Jie Sect alone possesses nine.

The Three Sages of the Earthly Realm: Houtu, Zhenyuanzi, and Styx.

They were all allies of the Jie Sect.

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

Such strength would make even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun think twice.

Ke Xuan knew all of this.

not enough.

Because the Jie Sect had 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 were sent out by the Jie Sect.

This is predetermined and cannot be changed.

Even Xuan Du himself could not reverse it.

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

The fortunes have been greatly damaged, and the foundation has been shaken.

At that time, even a dozen saints would not be able to protect all the disciples.

He had to do something before that.

What can it do?

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

He thought about it a lot.

He considered acting prematurely to disrupt the Investiture of the Gods.

He considered taking all the disciples of the Jie Sect into the Chaos Pearl to avoid the Great Calamity.

They considered negotiating with Hongjun to reduce the number of people from the Jie Sect on the list.

But every path was blocked.

To act prematurely is to defy the will of Heaven.

Hongjun then had an excuse to take action personally.

Taking disciples into the Chaos Pearl is a way to escape the Great Tribulation.

Under the predetermined fate of Heaven, even the Chaos Pearl could not protect them.

Negotiating with Hongjun is tantamount to showing weakness.

That old Taoist priest would only push his luck and wouldn't back down an inch.

Three paths, all of them dead ends.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart.

"We can only take it one step at a time."

He spoke in a low voice, which drifted through the cave.

"After the Investiture of the Gods begins, everyone will rely on their own abilities."

"Save as many as you can."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Xuan Du closed his eyes and continued to wait.

We await Yao's return to power, and we await Shun's return to power.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.