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Taotie and Chaos both knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Master!"

The sound reverberated throughout the cave, causing spiritual energy to surge.

Xuandu gazed at the two beasts, at their faces that were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide their excitement.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Taotie and Chaos rose and stood in the cave.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Master, Shen Ni...?"

The Taotie opened its mouth, its voice trembling slightly.

Xuandu looked at it and gently shook his head.

He's gone.

The three words fell, and Taotie was taken aback.

gone?

Has God gone astray?

Are you not going to fight anymore?

Aren't you going to seek revenge?

Are we not going to kill them anymore?

"Master, what is this...?"

Taotie was puzzled.

Xuandu said:

"The Dao Ancestor Hongjun has arrived."

"He fought against Shen Ni."

"A draw."

"Then we talked."

"I don't know what they talked about."

"But I know that Shenni won't be coming for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Taotie finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

Upon hearing this, Chaos's tense body finally relaxed.

The two beasts exchanged a glance, both seeing the relief and joy in each other's eyes.

"Thank you, Master!"

The two beasts kowtowed again.

Xuandu raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

A gentle force lifted the two beasts up.

"You're welcome."

"If you must thank someone, thank Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

"He stopped Shen Ni."

"He made Shenni retreat temporarily."

"He gave us time."

Taotie remained silent.

Chaos and silence.

The two beasts gazed at Xuandu, at his calm yet weary face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Master.

For them.

A person goes to the edge of chaos.

Facing Shen Ni, who is at the peak of the Nine Heavens.

Facing that ferocious beast king.

Such kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Master."

Taotie opened its mouth, its voice deep and resonant.

"This disciple's life belongs to Master."

"From now on, if Master commands me to go east, I will never go west."

"Whoever Master commands me to kill, I will kill."

"Even if I die, I will never flinch."

Chaos nodded, his bloodshot eyes filled with determination:

"So it is with this disciple as well."

Xuandu gazed at the two beasts, at their resolute faces.

He shook his head gently.

"There's no need for that."

"You are my disciples."

"Protecting you is what I should do."

"As for Shenni..."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"If he comes again, I have my own way of dealing with it."

"You only need to focus on your practice and solidify your foundation."

"Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, awaiting the arrival of the Great Calamity."

"Then it will be your turn to act."

Taotie nodded, and Chaos nodded.

The two beasts fell silent.

He simply stood in the cave, his blood-red eyes filled with determination.

Xuandu turned around and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the cave.

He raised his eyes and looked outside the cave.

Looking up at the golden light of fortune above Jin'ao Island.

The light was like the sea, vast and boundless.

The Chaos Bell hangs in the center of the pivot, its body shimmering with light.

Business as usual.

But he knew that beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.

Shen Ni has temporarily retreated.

But he didn't go far.

He is deep within the chaos.

Waiting.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

An equal calamity will descend.

Waiting for the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to transmit his voice.

Waiting for that one decisive opportunity.

And Xuan Du was also waiting.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

An equal calamity will descend.

Waiting for the final battle.

"God's Rebellion".

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice, his words drifting away on the wind.

"You want to kill me? I'll take it."

"But before you kill me..."

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"I will let you know."

What does it mean to regret?

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

On Lingyun Peak, spiritual energy surged.

The figure in green stood alone before the cave.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly.

The gray figure stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos, his gray Taoist robe hanging down, his face ancient and his eyes indifferent.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He closed his eyes and let his mind sink into the depths of the Dao.

The gods have retreated.

I won't be coming for a while.

But he knew that the king of beasts would not let the matter rest.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

An equal calamity will descend.

He awaited Hongjun's telepathic message.

He will definitely come again then.

That will be the calamity for the Jie Sect.

That would be Xuandu's death day.

Hongjun opened his eyes.

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

"God's Rebellion".

He spoke in a low voice:

Don't let me down.

"If you don't kill Xuandu, I will take action myself."

"At that time, you will have no more chances."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly.

That gray figure stood alone in the depths of chaos.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

......

Jin'ao Island

The void rippled slightly.

A greyish-white figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

Bai Shouli stood outside Jin'ao Island, his hands behind his back.

His Taoist robe was grayish-white, and his face was calm.

His cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint level has reached perfection.

But that foundation is as fragile as cotton.

That energy was chaotic and disordered.

That power was out of control.

He gazed at the fairy island ahead.

Purple clouds swirled, and golden light soared into the sky.

Fortune is like the sea, vast and boundless.

Jin'ao Island.

The Intercepting Sect.

The strongest force in the primordial world, without exception.

Bai Shou took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He lived on tens of thousands of yuan.

From a rogue cultivator to the sole disciple of the Sage Taiqing.

From mediocre talent to the peak of near-sainthood.

He thought that this was how his life would be.

They guarded the Eight Views Palace and that indifferent old man.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, waiting for the Great Tribulation to descend.

Waiting to be listed, waiting to face the calamity.

But he was not willing to give up.

I'm really not willing to accept this.

Tens of thousands of yuan.

He never felt the care of his master.

Only indifference.

It's all just perfunctory.

Only the icy, bone-chilling elixir was poured over one's head.

He is a tool.

Tools for maintaining appearances.

A tool for relaying messages.

Tools for guarding the gate.

He was never treated as a disciple.

I was never treated as a person.

So he came.

Come to Jin'ao Island.

Come and intercept the sect.

Come find Xuan Du.

I came to find that figure in green.

They came to find the legendary master who never treated his disciples as tools.

"Buzz."

The void rippled slightly.

A five-colored beam of light shot out from Jin'ao Island.

The light froze, revealing a figure.

Kong Xuan.

Five-colored divine light swayed, and the laws of the five elements intertwined.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

His aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

He stood in front of Bai Shou, no more than a hundred feet apart.

Those arrogant eyes were coldly fixed on Bai Shou.

"Haku Shou?"

The two words fell like ancient ice.

Bai Shou bowed slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan."

Kong Xuan stared at him, his gaze cold.

"What brings you to our Jie Sect?"

Bai Shou remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"To seek refuge with."

Upon hearing the two words, Kong Xuan was taken aback.

Seek refuge with?

Are Lao Tzu's disciples coming to join the Jie Sect?

His expression remained unchanged, but a very faint ripple flickered deep within his arrogant eyes.

"Seek refuge with?"

"You are the only disciple under the tutelage of the Sage Taiqing."

"Peak of Quasi-Saint, with limitless potential."

"Why did you come to my Jie Sect?"