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Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged.

The Chaos Pearl hung in his palm, with forty-nine chaotic restrictions flowing endlessly.

He raised his hand and threw a punch.

His fist energy was like a dragon, carrying boundless blood and qi, and a fierce martial will.

It collided violently with the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Houtu raised her hand, and the patterns of reincarnation surged from her palm.

The primordial essence surged like a tide, transforming into a chaotic pillar of light that collided violently with the power of the Heavenly Dao.

"boom!"

The three forces collided once again.

The void shattered, and the laws were annihilated.

Hongjun swayed slightly and took half a step back.

Xuandu retreated several steps, his face turning slightly pale.

Houtu swayed, her chaotic eyes flashing uncertainly.

But she didn't back down, and neither did Xuan.

The two stood side by side in the void.

One green and one yellow.

Two figures, both exuding the aura of the peak of the Ninth Heaven.

They pressed down again towards the gray figure.

Hongjun gazed at the two figures, at those two resolute eyes.

silence.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Xuan Du, Hou Tu."

"You guys are really strong."

"But you can't kill me."

"Because I am the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao."

"Because I hold the Jade Disc of Creation."

"Because I am Hongjun Daozu."

Xuan Du looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"The Dao Ancestor is right."

"This disciple is indeed incapable of killing the Dao Ancestor."

"But this disciple can hold off the Dao Ancestor."

"Drag it out until the laws of heaven collapse, drag it out until destiny is reversed."

"Drag it out until Yuanshi dies, drag it out until Laozi dies, drag it out until Jieyin and Zhunti die."

"Drag it out until all the Heavenly Saints perish, drag it out until the very origin of the Heavenly Dao is exhausted."

"At that time, won't we be able to kill the Dao Ancestor?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

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

A very faint ripple flickered deep within those indifferent eyes.

This kid is terrifying.

He didn't kill himself, he just stalled him.

They dragged it out until their own source of the Heavenly Dao was exhausted, until all the sages perished.

It dragged on until the laws of nature collapsed, until destiny was reversed.

Even if he doesn't kill them, he won't survive.

"Xuan Du".

Hongjun spoke, his voice as cold as ice for eternity.

"You're ruthless."

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

"The Daoist Ancestor is too kind."

"I was merely going with the flow."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants to destroy the Jie Sect, then this disciple will protect the Jie Sect."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants to suppress the human way, then the disciple will call upon the human way."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants to trap the Earthly Dao, then the disciple will perfect the Earthly Dao."

"If the Dao Ancestor wants to kill his disciple, then the disciple will kill the Dao Ancestor."

"This is cause and effect."

"This is retribution."

"Dao Ancestor, don't you agree?"

As the voice faded, Houtu stood beside Xuandu, gazing at the gray figure.

A light flickered in those chaotic-colored eyes.

"Hongjun, you've bet billions on the underground gambling den."

"It's trapped me, a multi-million dollar club."

"Today, I will show you."

"The power of the earth is not something that you, the mere Heavenly Dao, can suppress."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand.

The phantom of the Samsara Seal manifested behind her, and the cycle of the six realms continued endlessly.

The primordial essence surged forth like a tide, transforming into a boundless rain of chaotic light that poured down upon Hongjun.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

The Jade Disc of Creation hangs above his head, with three thousand Dao patterns flowing endlessly.

The power of Heaven surged forth like a tide, colliding violently with the chaotic rain of light.

"boom!"

The void shattered, and the laws were annihilated.

Hongjun's figure swayed, and the light on the Creation Jade Disc flickered uncertainly.

Houtu retreated several steps, her face turning slightly pale.

But she smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a joy that none of the hundreds of millions of yuan had ever given.

"Hongjun, your Heavenly Dao essence is almost gone, isn't it?"

"Ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent?"

"How much longer can you hold on?"

Hongjun's expression darkened slightly.

Houtu is right.

His source of the Heavenly Dao is running low.

Since signing the Investiture of the Gods, he has extracted the essence to enhance the cultivation of the Four Saints.

Since the beginning of the universe, he has lent his original source to stabilize the fortune of the Chan sect.

The original essence of the Way of Heaven is no longer more than 70% of what it was at its peak.

If we keep fighting, if we keep wearing ourselves down...

When the origin of the Heavenly Dao is exhausted, that will be the day the Heavenly Dao collapses.

That was the time when he, Hongjun, perished.

"Houtu".

Hongjun spoke, his voice cold and sharp.

"Don't force me."

"If pushed to the limit, I will burn the very essence of the Heavenly Dao."

"I will perish with you all."

Houtu looked at him with a cold gaze.

"perish together?"

"Give it a try."

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand again.

The illusory image of the Reincarnation Seal rotates, while the primordial source of the earth surges like a tide.

The chaotic rain of light fell upon Hongjun once more.

Hongjun gritted his teeth, and the Jade Disc of Creation shone with golden light.

The power of Heaven surged forth and collided with the rain of light.

"boom!"

The void shattered, and the laws were annihilated.

Hongjun swayed, and the light on the Creation Jade Disc dimmed by three points.

Xuan Du stood aside, watching the two figures colliding wildly.

His gaze was calm as still water.

He did not make a move.

I just watched quietly.

Watching Houtu and Hongjun fight, watching the origins of Heaven and Earth being consumed.

He is waiting.

Wait for the best opportunity.

Wait until Hongjun reveals a flaw.

Wait for the moment when he should make his move.

"Empress Houtu".

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

"Disciple is ready."

"You can stop at any time."

Houtu remained silent.

He simply nodded and continued his attack.

The cycle of reincarnation turns, and the original source of the earth surges forth.

The chaotic rain of light grew denser and more intense.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

The Jade Disc of Creation shone with golden light, and the power of the Heavenly Dao surged like a tide.

It collided with the rain of light and fought against the source of the earth.

The Way of Heaven and the Way of Earth collided wildly above Mount Sumeru.

Every collision is devastating.

Each roar sent shivers down the spine.

Those two forces intertwined like a net, tearing through the void and shattering the laws.

The entire primordial wilderness trembled.

The entire sky was changing color.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, chaotic energy surged like a tide.

Outside Kunlun Mountain, Taotie led nine human saints to besiege and kill Yuanshi.

On Shouyang Mountain, Shenni led Zhenyuanzi and Minghe to ambush and kill Laozi.

Before Sishui Pass, Duobao, Kong Xuan, Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and countless disciples of the Jie Sect fought against the immortals of the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect.

The entire wilderness was a battlefield.

Slaughter was everywhere.

Life and death are everywhere.

above the sky.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, watching the two figures fighting frantically.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"Soon."

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

"Dao Ancestor, you won't last much longer."

"The essence of the Heavenly Dao is becoming increasingly scarce."

"How many more moves can you hold out?"

"Ten moves? Or eight moves?"

As he finished speaking, a slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"This disciple can wait."

"But Dao Ancestor, you can't wait any longer."

Hongjun stood amidst the chaotic air currents, his gray Taoist robe fluttering in the aftershocks.

The Jade Disc of Creation hung above his head, its three thousand Dao patterns flickering uncertainly, its light dimming slightly from before.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at that young face, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"Hahahahaha..."

Hongjun laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the void, the ruins of Mount Sumeru, and the entire primordial sky.