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Zhunti spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Senior brother..."

"So we're just going to wait here to die?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed at the murky water in the pond, and at the withered lotus flowers.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Otherwise what?"

"Even if the two of us join forces, our cultivation levels are only at the fifth level, we will still only have the combat power of a fifth-level cultivator."

"There are at least three Grand Luo Immortals outside. How could you and I possibly be a match for them?"

"Even if I risk my life, it will only make them do more work."

Zhunti lowered his head and clenched his fists.

The veins on his hands bulged, but beneath that bulging was an undeniable powerlessness.

"Xuan Du..."

Zhunti spoke in a low voice, his voice as cold as ancient ice.

"Who exactly are you?"

"You've only practiced for tens of thousands of years, how have you managed to get to where you are today?"

"How can you calculate so deeply?"

"How were you able to orchestrate such a grand scheme?"

The guide did not respond.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back by the pond, looking up at the sky and towards the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace.

I looked toward the gray figure hidden in the chaos.

"The Dao Ancestor..."

He spoke in a low voice, which drifted away on the wind.

"Do you know that this primordial world... is about to change?"

As the sound faded, the night wind howled.

The sound of the wind pierced through the valleys of Mount Sumeru and across the surface of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Passing through the golden robes of the monk Jieyin, passing through the ashen face of Zhunti.

No one answered; only the sound of the wind and the gentle ripples on the pond.

Only those two golden figures stood in the twilight.

Like two Buddha statues, yet devoid of any maternal instinct.

Zhunti slowly got up.

He stood beside the guide, looking up at the sky.

Those cloudy eyes were now filled with a profound depth.

"Senior brother."

He spoke, his voice much calmer.

"Do you think the Dao Ancestor will make a move?"

Receiving silence.

He gazed at the sky, towards the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"meeting."

"Because he had no choice."

"Xuan Du wants to kill Laozi, Yuanshi, and you and me."

"If the Dao Ancestor does not intervene, the Heavenly Dao will collapse, and destiny will be reversed."

"His multi-million dollar scheme has vanished into thin air."

"Therefore, the Dao Ancestor will definitely take action."

Zhunti nodded, but there was no hope in his eyes.

"But if the Dao Ancestor intervenes, will they necessarily win?"

Jieyin remained silent.

He looked at Zhunti, and at his junior brother's thin but tired face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

The junior brother asked a question that even he dared not ask.

Can we win if the Dao Ancestor takes action?

The peak of the ninth level of the Xuandu Hunyuan Daluo Heaven, and the peak of the ninth level of the Houdi Dao Saint.

Even if the two of them joined forces, it would not be certain that they could win.

"have no idea."

The guide spoke, his voice low and deep.

"But as I know, if even the Dao Ancestor doesn't take action, then there is truly no hope."

"If the Dao Ancestor makes a move and we lose, then we must accept our fate."

"If we win..."

He paused, then didn't continue.

Zhunti took over the conversation, his voice bitter:

"If we win, perhaps we can still live."

"But it seems unlikely that Western religions will ever be able to recover."

He closed his eyes to guide her.

He knew that what Zhunti said was true.

Even if Hongjun Daozu wins, he only wins against Xuandu.

The foundation of Western religion has long been uprooted by Xuandu.

The cultivation of Jieyin and Zhunti had long been suppressed by Taoyan.

The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit was stolen, and the Medicine Buddha Maitreya was knocked down from his realm.

Now, they are merely clinging to life.

Even if they survive, they will only be prisoners.

"Junior brother."

The guide spoke calmly:

"Let's wait here."

"Wait for the Dao Ancestor to make a move."

"Wait for the results to be announced."

"If we win, we'll be extremely fortunate."

"If we lose..."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Even if we die, we want to die with dignity."

Zhunti remained silent.

He gazed at his senior brother's calm yet resolute face.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded.

"it is good."

"We'll wait here."

"Let's wait for the Dao Ancestor to make his move, and then we'll see the outcome."

"Even in death, one should die with dignity."

After the voice faded, the two sat cross-legged.

The golden monk's robes hung down, and the light of the Buddha flickered.

Jieyin closed his eyes, and Zhunti closed his eyes.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool has returned to silence.

......

Outside Mount Sumeru.

The night wind was fierce, and dusk was falling.

Four figures slowly materialized in the void.

Chaos, Qiongqi, Taotie, Chaos Silver Python.

The four beasts stood outside Mount Sumeru, and even the might of the Heavenly Dao Saint had to give way before them.

Chaos raised its eyes and looked towards Mount Sumeru.

Those blood-red eyes pierced through layers of restrictions and the Buddhist light emanating from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, landing on the two golden figures seated cross-legged by the pool.

Jieyin closed his eyes, and Zhunti bowed his head.

The two were surrounded by flickering golden light, but beneath that light lay a panic that was being forced to remain calm.

Chaos slowly parted his lips and said coldly:

"Not coming out?"

"Did you think you were safe just because you hid in Mount Sumeru?"

Qiongqi stepped forward, its blood-red eyes blazing with killing intent.

"Senior brother, if they don't come out, we'll charge in!"

"This mere protective formation of Mount Sumeru dares to stop us?"

The Taotie let out a low growl, its voice like muffled thunder, its blood-red eyes filled with impatience.

The Chaos Silver Python did not speak, but slowly straightened its body, clearly preparing to make a move.

Chaos gazed at the golden Buddhist light flowing above Mount Sumeru, and at the layers upon layers of restrictive formations, his blood-red eyes filled with contempt.

The Buddha's light seemed vast and indestructible, but under his perception at the peak of the seventh heaven, it was as fragile as paper.

Jieyin and Zhunti are only at the fifth level of cultivation. Even if the two of them join forces to set up this mountain-protecting formation, it is still only at the fifth level of cultivation.

It can be destroyed with a wave of the hand.

"Jieyin, Zhunti."

Chaos spoke, its voice piercing through the layers of restrictions on Mount Sumeru and reaching the ears of the two golden figures.

"Do you think that by hiding in Mount Sumeru, I cannot do anything to you?"

"A mere mountain-protecting formation dares to stop me?"

As the voice faded, the two golden figures in Mount Sumeru trembled simultaneously.

When Jieyin opened his eyes, his compassionate gaze was filled with solemnity.

Zhunti looked up, and the color drained from his thin face.

"Senior brother, they're here..."

Zhunti spoke, his voice hoarse.

Jieyin did not speak, but slowly rose and stood by the pool with his hands behind his back.

He raised his eyes and looked out of Mount Sumeru, at the four enormous figures that stood like mountains.

"Chaos, Qiongqi, Taotie, Chaos Silver Python."

"Four Great Primordial Immortals."

Jieyin spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with bitterness.

"Xuan Du, you think highly of us."

Zhunti also stood up and stood beside Jieyin.

He stared at the four figures, his cloudy eyes filled with despair.

"Senior brother, what should we do?"

Receiving silence.

He watched the four approaching auras and the growing killing intent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"beat."

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

"Even in death, one should die with dignity."

Zhunti gritted his teeth and nodded.

The two saints stood by the pond, their bodies radiating an ever-changing golden light.

Although the Buddha's light was still dazzling, it was like a candle flickering in the wind in the face of the oppressive aura of the four Grandmasters of Primordial Chaos.