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Zhunti spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Senior brother."

"Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me."

Jieyin looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"it is good."

"We'll take one of them down with us."

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

As soon as the voice fell, the two saints simultaneously erupted with Buddhist light.

The radiance was so magnificent, so dazzling, so vast that it instantly illuminated the entire Mount Sumeru and the withered Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

That is the ultimate source of their billions of dollars in spiritual practice.

It was the last glimmer of light they were determined to shine, even if it meant giving it their all.

Chaos gazed at the two beams of light, a hint of solemnity flashing in his blood-red eyes.

"Are you going to fight to the death?"

"it is good."

"I will let you die with dignity."

As soon as the sound faded, it raised its hand.

The chaotic beam of light condensed once more.

Qiongqi, Taotie, and the Chaos Silver Python set off simultaneously.

Four figures, four deadly moves.

It slammed down on the two golden figures!

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and the void shattered.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool completely collapsed, and the pool water turned into a sky full of mist.

The two golden figures were like two falling leaves amidst the four deadly attacks.

Swaying, falling, dimming.

Jieyin was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the rubble.

The banner of guidance fell to the dust, and its golden light was completely extinguished.

Zhunti collapsed to the ground, the Seven Treasures Tree slipped from his grasp, and its seven-colored radiance dissipated.

The two saints collapsed side by side, their breaths barely perceptible.

The Buddha's light emanating from his body completely dissipated.

But they all had their eyes open.

Looking up at the sky, at the four figures suspended in the void.

The guide opened his mouth, his voice faint:

"Chaos, tell Xuandu..."

"We lost..."

"But we don't regret it..."

Chaos lowered his eyes, gazing at the two collapsed figures.

His blood-red eyes flashed with light, and he remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"it is good."

"I will convey this to my master."

"You all died with some dignity."

As soon as the sound faded, it raised its hand.

Within the giant claw, chaotic light condensed and took shape.

Then we must completely crush that last source.

But at that very moment...

"Buzz".

An ancient, indifferent, and emotionless voice came from the heavens above.

The sound was not loud, yet it pierced through the void, through Mount Sumeru, and through everything.

It fell directly into the ears of everyone present.

"Chaos, stop."

The four characters fell like a decree from heaven and earth.

Chaos shuddered, and the giant claw that had been raised remained suspended in mid-air.

It looked up at the sky.

A sudden burst of light shone from his blood-red eyes.

The gray figure slowly stepped out from the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Towards Mount Sumeru, towards the direction he is in.

We've come this far step by step.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

he came.

......

Jin'ao Island. Lingyun Cave.

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

Xuandu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his green robes hanging down and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

The three bodies each have their own duties.

One body is in Chaoge, one is outside Jin'ao Island, and one is inside the Chaos Pearl.

Business as usual.

suddenly.

He was jolted.

Those closed eyes suddenly opened.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

He sensed it.

The gray figure moved.

He stepped out from the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Towards Mount Sumeru, towards Chaos, towards Qiongqi, Taotie, and the Chaos Silver Python.

The final blow was aimed at Jieyin Zhunti.

Getting closer.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

Out.

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

It's finally out.

He waited so long and set up such a grand scheme.

They besieged and killed Yuanshi, besieged and killed Laozi, and besieged and killed Jieyin and Zhunti.

Imprison Nuwa, sever the three religions, and cut off the left and right arms of the Heavenly Way.

The purpose was to force Hongjun to come out.

Force him to leave Zixiao Palace, force him to leave that chaotic origin.

They forced him to step into this primordial wilderness, into the inescapable net that Xuandu and Houtu had laid together.

Now, he's out.

The time has come.

Xuandu raised his hand.

Three beams of chaotic light surged forth simultaneously from the palm of his hand.

It transformed into three extremely fine ripples, piercing through the void and rushing off in three different directions.

A stream fell towards Chaoge.

A stream fell towards the outside of Jin'ao Island.

A stream fell into the Chaos Pearl.

The three bodies of the Dao received the command simultaneously.

Deep within the post station in Chaoge City.

The first incarnation opened its eyes and stood up.

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

He took a step forward, and the void rippled silently. The figure in green robes vanished from the sky above Chaoge in an instant.

Outside Jin'ao Island, on the East China Sea.

The second incarnation opened its eyes and looked up at the sky.

His blue robes fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He took a step forward and sped off towards Mount Sumeru.

Inside the Chaos Pearl, atop the giant peak.

The third incarnation opened its eyes and stood with its hands behind its back.

He raised his eyes, looking beyond the pearl wall, towards the primordial sky.

With one step, it vanished into the world within the pearl.

Three bodies, three streams of light.

From three directions, simultaneously heading towards Mount Sumeru.

Towards that gray figure.

They sped away.

Inside Lingyun Cave.

Xuan Du himself rose and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the cloud bed.

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

He raised his eyes, looking out of the cave and up to the heavens.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"Hongjun".

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

"You're finally out."

"Your disciple has been waiting for you for a long time."

The sound faded.

He took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished into Lingyun Cave in an instant.

Above Mount Sumeru.

Dusk fell, and the night wind howled.

The chaotic giant claw hovered in mid-air, its chaotic light condensing into a form, about to fall down on the two collapsed golden figures below.

Just now.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

A gray figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

His gray Taoist robe hung down, his face was ancient, and his eyes were indifferent.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He landed before Chaos, standing with his hands behind his back.

Those eyes, indifferent to the passing of countless years, are quietly gazing at the chaos.

"Chaos, stop."

The four characters fell like a decree from heaven and earth.

Chaos shuddered.

The giant claw, suspended in mid-air, came to an abrupt halt.

The chaotic light slowly dissipated.

It gazed at the gray figure, its blood-red eyes flashing.

Hongjun.

finally come.

"Hongjun".

Chaos spoke, its voice deep and resonant.

"You've finally come out."

Hongjun gazed at it, his eyes calm.

"If I don't come out, aren't you going to kill Jieyin and Zhunti?"

Chaos snorted coldly.

"Kill him if you will."

"Master has ordered that none of the disciples, including the Cundi, be spared."

"Even if you come, you can't stop me."

Hongjun gently shook his head.

You're wrong.

"I came not to stop you."

"I'll kill you."

The sound faded.

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

The palm print was colorless, formless, and silent.

However, the power of the Heavenly Dao contained within it is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The palm print fell straight towards the chaos, towards the chaotic body at the peak of the seventh heaven.

Chaos's pupils suddenly contracted.

I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move.

The oppressive aura of that half-step Heavenly Dao was like a net, trapping it tightly.

Even those at the peak of the Ninth Heaven would have to give way, let alone those at the Seventh Heaven.