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Shouyang Mountain.

The area was shrouded in mist and purple clouds.

The Bajing Palace stands atop the mountain, its gates tightly shut.

Above the door, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, connected to the energy veins of the entire Shouyang Mountain.

The billion-dollar meeting remained unshaken in the slightest.

But today, behind that door, there is an undeniable sense of desolation.

Lao Tzu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his body surrounded by surging purple and clear Dao light.

His withered face showed neither sorrow nor joy.

But those eyes were slightly closed.

As if deep in thought, as if waiting.

He has been cultivating here ever since Bai Shou rebelled.

It's not seclusion, it's hiding.

He hid from the gaze of the world, from the gossip of the ancient land, from the humiliation that made him feel utterly ashamed.

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

Chaoge accepted the challenge, and a great calamity descended.

The disciples of the Jie Sect are about to face a calamity, and the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect will not stand idly by.

But he didn't want to move.

I don't want to make a move either.

Because he was tired.

I'm tired too.

A fortune of hundreds of millions can vanish in an instant.

The only disciple betrayed the sect.

Humanity's fortunes have been declining, falling again and again.

What else can he do?

What else is there to argue about?

What else is there to assemble?

"Perhaps, this is fate."

Lao Tzu spoke in a low voice, his voice drifting through the palace.

"My father was destined to face this calamity."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Inside the Eight Views Palace, the purple clouds were dim.

That withered figure stood alone on the cloud bed.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Deep in the void.

Three figures slowly materialized.

Shen Ni is in front, Zhen Yuanzi is on the left, and Styx is on the right.

The god stood in the void, his blood-gold eyes gazing at the Eight Views Palace.

I looked at the withered figure sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed.

His lips slowly parted to reveal gleaming white fangs.

"Laozi"

It spoke in a low voice, as cold as ancient ice.

"You just wait."

"Wait for the battle between Chaoge and Xiqi to begin."

"Wait until you can't hold back and make your move."

"That will be your death day."

Zhen Yuanzi stood beside it, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the magnificent palace, and at that withered figure.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Lao Tzu.

The Supreme Sage.

The Heavenly Saint is in the Seventh Heaven.

He listened to the Dao in the Zixiao Palace back then, and he was ranked among the three thousand guests alongside Laozi.

Back then, when treasures were distributed on the Treasure-Distributing Cliff, he was ranked alongside Lao Tzu as a great being.

When the human race was first established, he and Lao Tzu were both teachers of the human race.

But now, he wants to personally surround and kill Lao Tzu.

Although it was not my wish, I had no choice but to do it.

Because he is a protector of the Jie Sect.

Because he is a true saint.

Because he is an ally of the Vice Leader of Xuandu.

"Zhen Yuanzi".

Shen Ni spoke, his voice calm.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"I am thinking that if I die, the Human Sect will never have a chance to rise again."

Shen Ni nodded.

"good."

"If Laozi dies, the Humanist sect will be leaderless."

"The alliance of the Chan Sect, the Ren Sect, and the Western Sect has been broken in one corner."

"With the Investiture of the Gods, the chances of victory for the Jie Sect have increased."

"Master's move was brilliant, cutting off the enemy's supply lines at the root of the problem."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said nothing more.

Styx stood beside Shenni, his red robe fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the Eight Views Palace, at that withered figure.

His bloodshot eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Lao Tzu.

Back then, in the Zixiao Palace, he was high above everyone else.

Back then, on the Treasure Sharing Cliff, he looked down upon all living beings.

When the human race was first established, he called himself the leader of the Human Cult.

But now, he is going to kill him with his own hands.

A slow smile crept onto Styx's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"Laozi"

He spoke in a low voice.

You didn't expect that, did you?

"The Blood Sea Lord who you once disregarded."

"Today, I have come to take your life."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Night was falling.

Outside Shouyang Mountain, all was quiet.

Three figures disappeared into the depths of the void.

and so on.

Wait until the battle begins.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to surround and kill me.

The moment Shen Ni made his move.

......

Biyou Palace

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed in the palace, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and looked at the cloud bed.

Tongtian sat cross-legged, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

Those eyes were slightly closed, but beneath that closed gaze, the light of a sword could be faintly seen.

"Master."

Xuan Du bowed slightly.

Tongtian opened his eyes.

Those eyes, gleaming with the light of swords, gazed at the figure in green.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"You're back?"

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Xuan Du nodded.

"Your disciple has made all the necessary arrangements."

"Taotie led nine human saints to surround and kill Yuanshi."

"Shennui led Zhen Yuanzi and Minghe to surround and kill Laozi."

"Chaos, Qiongqi, Taotie, and the Chaos Silver Python surround and kill Jieyin and Zhunti."

"Kong Xuan was stationed in Chaoge, protecting the Shang dynasty completely."

"Jiang Ziya is in charge of the Investiture of the Gods; he will save those who can be saved."

"Shen Gongbao traveled to all directions, gathering together many immortals."

Everything is ready, except for the east wind.

Tongtian looked at him, his eyes flickering slightly.

"East Wind? What East Wind?"

Xuandu said, "Nuwa."

The two words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Tongtian's expression turned slightly serious.

Nuwa.

The Heavenly Saint is in the Seventh Heaven.

Although his foundation is unstable and his cultivation is superficial.

But she was, after all, a saint, Nuwa.

He is an ancient god who mended the sky and created humankind.

He was a disciple personally resurrected by Hongjun Daozu.

If she were to make a move during the Investiture of the Gods, none of the disciples of the Intercepting Sect would be able to stop her.

Even Kong Xuan was only a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

How can one withstand the Heavenly Saint?

"What are your plans?"

Tongtian spoke, his voice slightly deep.

Xuandu looked at him and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Disciple begs Master to surround and kill Nuwa."

As soon as the sound fell, the Biyou Palace fell silent.

The purple haze that lingered between the palaces seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tongtian's pupils shrank slightly.

To surround and kill Nuwa?

he?

The Heavenly Saint is in the Fifth Heaven.

Nuwa's Seven Heavens.

Even with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in hand, he could only contend with Nuwa.

How to surround and kill them?

"Xuan Du".

Tongtian spoke, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"I am but a fifth-level master, while Nuwa is a seventh-level master."

"Even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation can only trap her for a short time."

"How to surround and kill them?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

"Master, there's no need to kill her."

"Just trap her."

"Wait for your disciple and the Goddess Houtu to surround and kill the Dao Ancestor Hongjun."

"Once Hongjun dies, Nuwa will no longer be a threat."

Tongtian shuddered.

To ambush and kill Hongjun?

Xuandu and Houtu Niangniang were about to besiege and kill Hongjun Daozu?

That gray figure was a half-step Heavenly Dao cultivator, at the peak of the Ninth Heaven.

He is in harmony with the Way of Heaven and holds the Jade Tablet of Creation.

Even a chaotic demon god like Yang Mei couldn't do anything to him.

Xuandu is at the peak of the Ninth Heaven, and Houtu is at the peak of the Ninth Heaven.

Could the two of them, working together, kill Hongjun?

Are you confident?

Tongtian spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

Xuan Du gently shook his head.

"I wouldn't say I'm sure."

"But this disciple must give it a try."

"Because in the Investiture of the Gods, the real opponent was not Yuanshi, not Laozi, not Jieyin and Zhunti, not Nuwa."

"It is Hongjun."

"He orchestrated this scheme, he set this calamity, and he wanted all the immortals of the Jie Sect to be listed on the list."

"As long as he doesn't die, the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods will not stop."

"If he doesn't die, the Jie Sect will never have peace."

"If he doesn't die, I will never be able to eat or sleep in peace."

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

Tongtian remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at that young yet composed face.

Looking into those calm yet resolute eyes.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

This child has come a long way from being an ordinary person.

A century of enlightenment, mending the heavens and supporting the sky.

Subdue the four ferocious beasts, and subdue the rebellious gods.

Call upon the Way of Man, and round the Way of Earth.

They proceeded step by step, leaving no stone unturned.

Never lost, never failed, never backed down.

Today, he intends to ambush and kill Hongjun.

We must kill that supreme being who controls the Primordial World's Billion-Yuan Society.

To defy the inescapable destiny of Heaven.

"it is good."

The heavens opened their mouths, and a single word fell, ringing out like the clang of metal and stone.

"I believe in you."

"Nuwa, entrust her to your master."

"She cannot escape the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation."

Xuan Du bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Master."

He straightened up and looked up at the figure in green.

"Master, Nuwa is currently in Zixiao Palace."

"This disciple cannot enter Zixiao Palace to kill her."

"We can only wait for her to come out."

"She will definitely emerge during the Investiture of the Gods."

"Because she was a pawn of Hongjun Daozu."

"Because Hongjun needs her to take action."

"Because the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect are on the list, they need her to contribute."

"At that time, Master will use the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to trap her."

"No need to kill, just trap them."

"After my disciple and the Goddess Houtu have surrounded and killed Hongjun, we will deal with her."

Tongtian nodded.

"I understand."

"Go ahead without worry."

"Nuwa, entrust her to your master."

Xuan Du nodded.

He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back in the palace.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the outside of the palace gate.

Looking up at the heavens above.

Looking towards the Purple Cloud Palace suspended in the chaos.

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

Hongjun.

You orchestrated a multi-million dollar event.

You set up the Investiture of the Gods, requiring all the immortals of the Intercepting Sect to be listed on the list.

You thought you had everything under control.

You believe that the will of Heaven is predetermined and cannot be defied.

You think your disciple is just a pawn on your chessboard.

But you're wrong.

Disciples are not pawns.

My disciple is a chess player.

It is the chess player you are playing against.

Today, your disciple will let you know.

What does it mean to be like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?

What does it mean to lose the whole game by making just one wrong move?

What is meant by the predetermined course of Heaven, which can also be defied?

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"Master."

He spoke, his voice calm.

"This disciple is leaving."

Tongtian nodded.

"Go."

"Your master is on Jin'ao Island, waiting for your return."

Xuandu took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Tongtian stood alone before the cloud bed, gazing at the disappearing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Nuwa".

He spoke in a low voice.

"You just wait."

"The moment you leave Zixiao Palace."

"That will be the moment when the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation traps you."