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In Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin was startled.

Those closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

He sensed it.

A faint killing intent emanated from the depths of the void.

The killing intent was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But he is a sage of the Heavenly Dao.

The sense of danger is ingrained in their very being.

"What's wrong?"

Zhunti opened her eyes and looked at him.

Receiving silence.

He gazed into the depths of the void, at the empty sky.

His brows were furrowed.

"have no idea."

"But I always feel that someone is watching us."

Zhunti was startled, and his divine sense surged out like a tide.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire Mount Sumeru, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles.

Inch by inch, foot by foot, zhang by zhang.

Search carefully.

But I couldn't find anything.

There was only emptiness, only the surging chaotic energy.

Only that eternal silence remains.

"Senior brother, you're overthinking it."

Zhunti spoke, his voice tinged with weariness.

"The Taotie has retreated, and Xuandu has left."

"Who will be watching us now?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed into the depths of the void, at the empty sky.

The unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

But he couldn't explain it.

The source cannot be found.

The only options are to suppress it, endure it, and pretend nothing is wrong.

"Perhaps."

The guide spoke, his voice low and deep.

"Junior brother, let us cultivate here for now."

"Wait until the Investiture of the Gods ends, and until the Great Tribulation passes."

"Everything will become clear in time."

Zhunti nodded and closed his eyes.

The pond has returned to silence.

Only the withered lotus flowers swayed gently in the wind.

Only the murky pool water rippled slightly in the twilight.

Only the two golden figures, like two fossils, sat cross-legged here.

Deep in the void.

Chaos stood still, its blood-red eyes gazing towards Mount Sumeru.

I gazed at the two figures sitting cross-legged by the pond.

The smile on his lips deepened.

"You sensed it?"

It spoke in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm in its tone.

"So what if you sensed it?"

"You can't find us."

"There's no escaping it."

"We can only wait."

"Waiting to die."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

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东海之滨

The twilight was as red as blood, and the waves crashed against the shore.

The Martial Arts Heavenly Stele stands majestically, its surface shimmering with a continuous flow of crimson gold light.

The character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts) resembles a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching, exuding a chilling martial spirit.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, nine figures sat cross-legged.

Fuxi was in the center, surrounded by a blue light like the sea, with the phantom image of the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era hanging behind him.

The eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui—rot endlessly.

Shennong is on the left, surrounded by a hazy yellow light, with the ethereal shadows of hundreds of herbs swaying gracefully.

Xuanyuan was positioned on the right, his body radiating intense red light, with the Xuanyuan Sword resting horizontally on his lap.

Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi sat behind him.

Golden light, dark light, and plain light intertwined and reflected each other.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun, the five emperors, sat on either side.

Its five-colored radiance resonates with the fortunes and destiny of humanity.

The nine sages of humanity have been cultivating here ever since they took their places.

Stabilize your realm, accumulate merit, and await the conferment of godhood.

Of course, Yao and Shun were not saints, because they came after the other three, so they did not attain the status of saints.

Nine auras intertwined like a net.

It merged with the crimson-gold light of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele and resonated with the sound of the waves on the shore of the East China Sea.

Day after day, year after year.

Never stopping, never slacking off.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed atop the Heavenly Stele, standing with his hands behind his back.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the nine figures sitting cross-legged.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

Nine revered saints of humanity.

One of the strongest fighters of the Jie Sect.

Today, he will use them.

Fuxi shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of those eyes, which were as deep as stars.

He sensed it.

Master has arrived.

Shennong opened his eyes, and Xuanyuan opened his eyes.

Suirenshi opened his eyes, Youchaoshi opened his eyes, Ziyishi opened his eyes.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, and Diku opened their eyes one after another.

Nine pairs of eyes turned towards the top of the Heavenly Stele.

I looked toward the figure in green.

In those eyes, there was reverence, expectation, and above all, the unwavering commitment to the billion-dollar prize.

Nine people stood up.

He bowed slightly, giving a full salute.

"Master."

The sound shook the East China Sea, and the waves surged backward.

Xuandu looked at the nine people and nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

A gentle force lifted the nine people up.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

The nine people straightened up and stood beneath the Heavenly Stele.

He raised his eyes and looked at the figure in green.

In those eyes, there was doubt, expectation, and an undisguised curiosity.

Why has Master suddenly come here?

The Investiture of the Gods has begun, and Xiqi has raised an army.

Chaoge accepted the challenge, and a great calamity descended.

Why is Master here in the East China Sea instead of staying on Jin'ao Island?

Fuxi stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Master, did you summon me because you have something to instruct me?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"Xiqi raised an army, and Chaoge responded to the challenge."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect will not stand idly by when they enter the tribulation."

"At that time, the disciples of the Jie Sect will go into battle and fight against the immortals of the three religions."

"In a life-or-death struggle, each must rely on their own abilities."

He paused, his voice turning somber.

"But what if Yuanshi Tianzun disregards martial ethics, bullies the weak, and attacks the disciples of the Jie Sect?"

Fuxi's expression changed slightly.

Shennong frowned.

Xuanyuan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly.

Suirenshi's beard and hair were slightly bristling.

Youchao clenched his fists.

The black-clad man's white light trembled slightly.

Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, and Shun all had different facial expressions.

They understood what their master meant.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable, a sage of the Heavenly Dao, in the Seventh Heaven.

If he were to make a move, none of the disciples of the Jie Sect could stop him.

Someone has to stop him.

Someone has to restrain him.

There must be someone who makes him hesitant to act rashly.

"Master."

Fuxi spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

"You mean, you want your disciple to stop Yuanshi?"

Xuan Du looked at him and nodded.

"good."

"You nine, go and lie low outside Kunlun Mountain."

"Once the battle between Chaoge and Xiqi begins, we will immediately surround and kill Yuanshi."

"Don't give him a chance to make a move."

The sound faded, like the evening drum and the morning bell.

All nine people were taken aback.

To surround and kill Yuanshi?

Seven Heavens of the Heavenly Sage?

Of the nine of them, the highest level they reached was only the second level of the Heavenly Realm.

Even if nine people joined forces, how could they possibly be a match for the Seventh Heaven?

Suirenshi stepped forward, his aged face filled with solemnity.

"Master, I dare to speak."

"Yuanshi is the seventh heaven of the Heavenly Dao Saints."

"Although we are nine saints of humanity, our highest realm is only the second heaven."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to control Yuanshi, let alone surround and kill him."

He paused, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"The difference in cultivation level is too great; it cannot be bridged by numbers alone."

The other eight nodded in agreement.

Fuxi was silent, Shennong was silent, Xuanyuan was silent.

Shao Hao lowered his head, Zhuanxu frowned, and Emperor Ku remained silent.

The nine men looked grave and uneasy.

They dared not disobey their master's orders.

But the difference in strength is undeniable.

Even if they risked their lives, they might not be able to stop Yuanshi for even a moment.

Xuandu looked at the nine people, at their solemn yet resolute faces.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"You're right."

"Nine Heavens of the Second Heaven cannot stop the Seven Heavens."

"Even if nine people join forces, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

He paused, his voice turning somber.

"But what if we add him?"

The sound faded.

He raised his hand.

Within the palm of his hand, the Chaos Pearl shimmered with light.

On the body of the pearl, forty-nine chaotic restrictions were faintly visible.

A jet-black light surged from the pearl.

The light froze, revealing a figure.

It is about 10,000 feet tall, shaped like a giant sheep, and its entire body is as black as ink.

Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, each scale bearing innate Dao patterns.

It exudes a chilling, devouring power.

Above its head, a pair of blood-red eyes, as large as lanterns, shone.

Taotie.

The leader of the four ferocious beasts.

Early stage of the ninth level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.