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Above Mount Sumeru.

The void shattered, and the laws were annihilated.

Three giant eyes hung in the sky, gray-white, crimson-gold, and chaotic, with three beams of light soaring into the heavens.

Every collision is devastating.

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

The Jade Disc of Creation hangs above my head, its three thousand paths flickering uncertainly.

The light of the Eye of Heaven has dimmed by more than 70%.

He gazed at the figure in green, then at the figure in pale yellow.

Deep within those eyes, which had been indifferent for countless years, a flicker of light now shone.

"Yuan Shi is dead."

"I'm dead."

"Nuwa is dead too."

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

"Jieyin and Zhunti were suppressed."

"All the Heavenly Saints have perished."

"Xuan Du, you've set up a grand scheme."

Xuandu stood in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly.

He did not answer Hongjun's question.

He knew that his master's powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation could only trap Nuwa, not kill her in a short time.

That's why he sent a Daoist avatar there.

They have now returned, and all three of their Dao bodies are hidden within the Chaos Pearl.

He never revealed all his cards on the table.

Hongjun gazed at him, and a glint of light flickered deep within his indifferent eyes.

"Xuan Du, how much more are you hiding?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

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

"What does the Dao Ancestor think?"

Hongjun remained silent.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

Shenni, Taotie, Zhenyuanzi, Styx, Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan.

There are also Chaos, Qiongqi, Taotie, and Chaos Silver Python.

Dozens of figures were converging from all directions.

The intertwined auras formed a net, completely sealing off this part of the sky.

Hongjun sensed those auras, his expression unchanged.

Yet, a faint ripple flickered deep within those indifferent eyes.

He knew he could no longer hold back.

Otherwise, defeat is inevitable.

"Xuan Du, Hou Tu."

Hongjun spoke, his voice calm.

"You have indeed surprised me."

"But do you think you can kill me like this?"

The sound faded.

He raised his hand.

Palms facing upwards.

The withered hands beneath the gray Taoist robe exuded an indescribable majesty.

"Eyes of Heaven, heed my command."

"In the name of the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, I awaken that fallen true spirit."

"Resurrect the Primordial Beginning, resurrect Laozi, resurrect Nuwa."

The sound faded.

Above the sky, the giant gray-white eye suddenly trembled.

Three thousand Dao patterns lit up simultaneously, and grayish-white light surged out like a tide.

Facing the four directions of heaven and earth, towards the place where those three Heavenly Saints fell.

They sped away.

Hongjun stood in the sky, his gray Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the three streaks of gray-white light rushing out, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"The sage of the Heavenly Way, whose true spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Way."

"As long as the Way of Heaven endures, the true spirit will not dissipate."

"I can then bring you back to life."

The sound fell, like a decree from heaven and earth.

The three gray-white beams of light shot out from above Mount Sumeru.

A stream fell towards Kunlun Mountain, the place where Yuanshi fell.

A stream fell towards Shouyang Mountain, the place where Laozi perished.

A stream fell towards the outside of Zixiao Palace, the place where Nuwa perished.

Where the light passed, the void trembled slightly, and the laws fluctuated gently.

It was as if the three fallen saints were about to return to the world.

Houtu's expression changed slightly, and a light flickered deep within her chaotic eyes.

"Hongjun, have you gone mad?"

"To resurrect a Heavenly Saint, the essence of the Heavenly Dao must be consumed."

"You only have 30% of your original essence left. If you continue to deplete it, the Eye of Heaven will collapse!"

Hongjun looked at her, his gaze calm.

Beneath that calm surface lies a madness that could accumulate to hundreds of millions of dollars.

"So what if the laws of Heaven collapse?"

"As long as I kill you, as long as I destroy the Jie Sect, as long as I suppress humanity and imprison people in the underground tunnels."

"Even if the Way of Heaven collapses, it can be rebuilt."

"Even if my essence is depleted, I can recover."

"When you die, you will have nothing left."

As the sound faded, the three gray-white beams of light reached their respective destinations.

Kunlun Ruins, Shouyang Ruins, outside Zixiao Palace.

The light fell and disappeared into the depths of the void.

Hongjun closed his eyes.

He sank his mind into the depths of the Heavenly Dao, sensing the revival of the three true spirits.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

He was jolted.

Those closed eyes suddenly opened.

A sudden gleam shone brightly from the depths of his indifferent eyes.

Within that light, there was astonishment, disbelief, and even a hint of barely suppressed panic.

He sensed it.

The true spirits of Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, and Nuwa have not been revived.

The three gray-white rays of light vanished silently into the world.

It was as if those three saints had never existed.

"How is that possible?!"

Hongjun lost his voice, his voice becoming hoarse and shrill like that of a vengeful ghost.

"As long as the Way of Heaven endures, the true spirit will never dissipate!"

"This is an immutable law!"

"Why can't they be resurrected?!"

His mind raced, and suddenly he felt a jolt.

A glimmer of sudden realization flashed deep within those indifferent eyes.

Conferred God list.

When the Investiture of the Gods was signed, all the saints also signed it.

Tongtian signed it, Laozi signed it, Yuanshi signed it.

Jieyin drew a lot, Zhunti drew a lot, and Nuwa also drew a lot.

The Investiture of the Gods is a supreme treasure of Heaven, and the true spirits of those whose names are on the list will find their final resting place there.

Even the eye of Heaven has no right to interfere.

Because of him, Hongjun, he handed over the Investiture of the Gods to Jiang Ziya.

Because of Jiang Ziya, the Investiture of the Gods was brought to Jin'ao Island.

Because Xuandu weakened the power of the Investiture of the Gods by using the luck of humanity.

But that weakening only reduced the binding power of those on the list.

However, it did not sever the connection between the true spirit and the Investiture of the Gods.

The true spirit is still on the list.

Hongjun suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction of Sishui Pass.

Before Sishui Pass, on the battlefield where the fighting had taken place, three gray-white beams of light were rushing toward the location of the Investiture of the Gods.

Those are the true spirits of Yuanshi, Laozi, and Nuwa.

They did not come back to life.

Because their true spirits are no longer under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Way.

Drawn by the Investiture of the Gods, they flew toward the place where the list was located.

"broken."

Hongjun spoke in a low voice, his tone revealing a hint of barely concealed panic.

He planned everything meticulously, but he overlooked the Investiture of the Gods.

The Investiture of the Gods is a supreme treasure of Heaven, and the Eye of Heaven has no right to interfere with it.

Those whose names are on the list belong to the true spirits listed there.

His method of reviving the Heavenly Saint was interrupted by the Heavenly Treasure.

Xuandu looked at Hongjun, at that ancient yet flustered face.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"Dao Ancestor, have you forgotten?"

"On the Investiture of the Gods, all the saints signed their names."

"Their true spirit is on the list, not in the Heavenly Way."

"You want to resurrect them?"

"Let's ask the Investiture of the Gods first, whether it agrees or not."

Hongjun stood in the sky, his gray Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

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

In the depths of those eyes, which had been indifferent for countless years, the light flickered uncertainly.

This guy, he's got it figured out.

It was calculated from the very beginning.

He deliberately had Jiang Ziya bring the Investiture of the Gods to Jin'ao Island.

Intentionally weaken its power with the help of humane fortune.

However, the connection between the true spirit and the Investiture of the Gods was not severed.

All for today.

The purpose was to prevent Hongjun from resurrecting those three Heavenly Saints.