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Within the boundless pure and ethereal light, that figure solidified completely.

He wore a simple Taoist robe, his white hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes were indifferent.

His aura was in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, and he acted without acting, yet accomplished everything—this was none other than Lao Tzu, the Sage of Taiqing!

He did not look down at the billions of human beings kneeling and trembling below, but calmly focused his gaze on Xuan Du.

More precisely, it landed on those three imprisoned energy orbs.

"This technique should not be displayed in the world."

Lao Tzu spoke in a calm, unassuming voice, yet his words carried the weight of truth.

The three orbs of light containing cultivation techniques emitted a faint cracking sound upon hearing these words!

"Master Uncle!"

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du's pupils contracted sharply, and he spoke urgently.

The primordial energy within his body surged wildly, attempting to break through the invisible sage's restraints!

However, the power of a sage is as vast as an abyss.

Even though he had attained the Primordial Dao, he was still like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, unable to break free even a fraction of the way!

They could only watch helplessly as the three orbs of light vanished.

Why?

Xuandu suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on Laozi's calm and composed face, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"This is a cultivation technique exclusive to the human race, which can help my people become stronger and establish themselves in the primordial world!"

"Why would our Grand Master, a sage, obstruct the path to the rise of humanity?"

He already understood Lao Tzu's purpose in coming.

The fluctuations in the human race's fortune sensed at Shouyang Mountain must be related to the fact that he has taken in hundreds of millions of human disciples, which has triggered the blessing of the Jie Sect's fortune.

He passed down the exclusive cultivation techniques of the human race, completely igniting the flame of self-reliance in the human race.

This fluctuation has probably reached its peak, finally alarming this serene and inactive senior master!

Lao Tzu's gaze swept indifferently over Xuan Du, his voice remaining steady:

"The fate of humanity is determined by Heaven."

"The Lich Cataclysm is the current trend."

"If this method is transmitted, it will cause the human race to be drawn into calamity and conflict prematurely, which will be more of a curse than a blessing."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du did not get angry but laughed instead.

He looked at Laozi, then looked up at the Nuwa Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Predestined? Fortune or misfortune?"

"What a prophecy! What a twist of fate!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"The goddess Nuwa created the human race, attained sainthood through her merits, and enjoyed the blessings and offerings of the human race, yet she turned a blind eye to the suffering of the human race, allowing them to become food for the demon race!"

"Grand Master, you established the Human Religion, using the destiny of humanity to achieve your sainthood, yet you remain indifferent to the survival of humanity!"

"Now, I wish to seize a glimmer of hope for humanity and pass on the method of self-strengthening, yet you personally come to obstruct me?"

Xuandu showed no regard for Laozi's feelings, and every word he uttered was piercing to the heart.

"When they used the opportunity of humans achieving sainthood, why didn't the Grand Master say it was ordained by Heaven!"

"When the human race was about to be slaughtered by the demon race, where was our eldest master to speak of fortune or misfortune!"

"Just when I was about to help humanity establish itself, fate intervened, bringing both fortune and misfortune!"

He stared intently at Laozi, his eyes a mixture of anger and sorrow.

"Master Uncle, why do you and Goddess Nuwa... apply such double standards?!"

"boom!"

These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding across the shores of the East China Sea and even more so among the minds of countless powerful beings who were secretly watching this place!

The teacup in Duobao Daoren's hand trembled slightly.

Inside the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, the Tongtian Sect Leader raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, a glint of unfathomable light flashing in his eyes.

At the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, the Primordial Celestial Venerable snorted coldly but remained silent.

In the Western Paradise, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

This Xuandu is truly audacious!

They dared to question the Supreme Saint to his face, directly pointing out the contradiction between his actions and those of the Saint Nuwa!

Below, billions upon billions of humans were utterly shocked and stood frozen in place.

The three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, were deathly pale and their bodies were ice-cold.

The Holy Mother they worshipped, the Taiqing Saint they revered, was actually...actually like this?

Although Xuan Du's words were sharp, they were all true!

Why does the Virgin Mary, who created them, not care about them?

Why did the Taiqing Sage, who established the religion and protected them, not care about them?

In the eyes of the sages, were they really just tools to achieve sainthood?

Lao Tzu's expression remained calm.

A holy heart is without wavering, and will never perish through countless eons.

But a very faint ripple passed through his eyes.

He was not angered by Xuan Du's questioning, but simply looked at Xuan Du calmly and said slowly:

"The way of the sage is beyond your comprehension."

"Humanity should prosper now, but not now. If we force it, we will surely be punished by Heaven."

"This method is not to be practiced in the present world."

Just then, a sudden inspiration flashed in Xuan Du's mind!

He abandoned his attempt to forcefully break through the saint's confinement, and the surging aura around him instantly subsided.

He raised his head, his gaze no longer angry, but instead incredibly calm.

He looked at Lao Tzu and spoke clearly, word by word:

"Elder Master, have you perhaps forgotten...?"

He paused slightly, then raised his hand and pointed to the massive, dark mass of billions of humans behind him.

"Now, all these billions of humans have become my disciples under the Xuandu Sect, and are my personal disciples!"

"The master imparts cultivation techniques to his disciples, assists their practice, and protects their path..."

Xuan Du met Laozi's gaze, which finally showed a hint of emotion, and coldly questioned:

"This is only natural!"

"Senior Uncle, as a sage, are you perhaps trying to stop me... from teaching my own disciples?!"

"!!!"

In an instant, the world fell into dead silence!

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and even the pervasive sacred aura seemed to pause!

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi suddenly looked up, their eyes flashing with disbelief!

The billions of humans below were taken aback at first, but then they understood what Xuandu meant!

Yup!

They have already taken Master Xuandu as their master!

What's wrong with a master transmitting the Dharma to his disciples?

Although the Sage of Taiqing is the leader of the Human Sect and holds a revered position, can he still control other sect leaders to teach their own disciples the techniques they are taught?

This is no longer interference in the general trend of the human race, but interference in the internal affairs of the Jie Sect!

The Tongtian Sect Leader's gaze pierced through the void and landed on Laozi, carrying a hint of sharpness.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable frowned slightly.

The eyes of the two Western Saints shone brightly.

What a magnificent Xuandu!

In this desperate situation, they managed to tear open a crack by relying on their master-disciple relationship!

The fate of humanity is tied to the transmission of knowledge and skills!

At this moment, a look of astonishment finally appeared clearly on Lao Tzu's eternally unchanging face.

He clearly hadn't expected Xuan to refute him from this angle.

How to stop him from teaching his disciples martial arts techniques?

This is a universally acknowledged principle in the primordial world, and even the Dao Ancestor had no reason to obstruct it.

But if we allow him to pass on this technique, humanity will surely rise to power...

Xuandu stood atop the altar, his blue robes fluttering in the lingering sacred breeze.

He met Lao Tzu's gaze without flinching.

The atmosphere at the scene was frozen to the extreme.

All eyes were focused on the Sage Taiqing.

What choice would Lao Tzu make?

Should we continue to obstruct them, even at the cost of a complete confrontation with Tongtian?

Or are we tacitly acquiescing to this?

The shores of the East China Sea are silent.

Seeing this, Xuan Du felt even colder.

How could he possibly be satisfied?

Neither Laozi nor Nuwa ever helped the human race, whether in the present day or in the original primordial era.

They allowed hundreds of millions of their people to become food for the enemy, struggling to survive, and nearly wiped out!

Now, he is passing on the human race's techniques, cutting off that sliver of hope for humanity.

These two saints, who achieved sainthood through the human race, became the greatest obstacle!

How unfair!

How ironic!

Xuan Du could almost feel the indifferent gaze from the Nuwa Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens falling upon this place.

Nuwa was also watching.

That being the case...

So he simply went ahead and exposed the truth completely!

This will leave no one with any reason to stop him from spreading the Dharma!