Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuan Du showed no surprise as he watched Yuanshi Tianzun leave.

His holy countenance has been tarnished, and his Daoist heart has been wounded. Staying any longer would only bring further humiliation upon himself.

Given Yuanshi's arrogant nature, it's quite remarkable that he could hold out until now before finally turning away.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze, calmed his mind, and was about to explain the follow-up matters to the three ancestors below.

Just now.

"Return immediately."

A clear and calm voice suddenly resounded deep within his mind!

It's the Supreme Master Tongtian!

Xuan Du's heart skipped a beat!

This voice came from the supreme power of a saint!

These two simple words contain an unprecedented solemnity.

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly, and the primordial Daoist aura around his body faltered.

His master had never summoned him in such a tone!

What happened?

What could make Master so anxious that he even went so far as to use the power of a saint's origin to directly communicate with his mind?

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

It was because he had just confronted the two saints, Taiqing and Yuqing, and even caused Nuwa to appear, stirring up the primordial world.

Or was it because he forged the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, which attracted the merits of the Heavenly Dao and completely changed the trajectory of the human race's fate?

Or perhaps... his words, which implicated the Dao Ancestor and struck at the heart, ultimately caught the eye of that supreme being in the darkness?

Xuan Du's mind raced, but his expression remained calm and composed.

He prefers the last possibility.

Although Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi were sages, they have already lost the upper hand in today's events, and there is absolutely no reason for them to stir up any more trouble in the short term.

Not to mention that Master supported it at the time.

Nuwa is detached from worldly affairs; her statement just now was already the limit, and she would not provoke further conflict afterward.

Only the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and controlled the operation of the primordial world...

He repeatedly used the Taoist patriarch as an example to question the sage.

Although the intention was to break the deadlock, the words inevitably carried the suspicion of using the power of the Dao Ancestor to intimidate others.

Dao Ancestor... Could it be that he is truly displeased because of this?

Or is it that by altering the fate of humanity and forging the Martial Dao Heavenly Monument, one has already deviated from the predetermined path of Heaven?

Neither of these is a trivial matter!

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but only for a moment.

Xuandu suppressed the surging speculations and a hint of unease in his heart.

Since Master has summoned us urgently, there must be something important.

The affairs of the human race in this area have come to a temporary end.

Without further hesitation, he turned his gaze downwards.

The three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, seemed to sense something and looked up at the same time.

Xuandu took a step forward, and his figure appeared in front of the Third Ancestor.

"Three sages."

His voice was steady, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"The Martial Arts Heavenly Stele has been erected, and the foundation for its inheritance has been solidified. The subsequent matters will be entrusted to the three presiding officials."

The three patriarchs responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

"yes!"

Although they didn't know what had happened, they could sense the urgency of the situation from Xuandu's slightly solemn tone.

Xuan Du nodded slightly and said no more.

He took one last look at the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, its aura flowing with Daoist energy, and then swept his gaze across the countless human beings below.

With a flicker, he merged into the void and disappeared.

Only a faint blue afterimage remained, slowly dissipating above the altar.

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Jin'ao Island.

The celestial mist swirled as usual, and the spiritual energy surged like a dragon.

Surrounded by billions of hectares of blue water, with a giant turtle lying on the waves, the scenery is ever-changing.

However, the atmosphere in front of Biyou Palace today is completely different from usual.

The square was filled with figures, their presence imposing.

Among them are direct disciples of Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Holy Mother Wudang, and Holy Mother Guiling.

Zhao Gongming stood side by side with the Three Immortal Maidens.

The Seven Immortals and many elite outer disciples also gathered here.

Everyone's eyes were filled with indescribable excitement, shock, and curiosity as they all looked toward the palace gate.

As if waiting for something.

Xuan Du stepped out of the void and landed on the bluestone slab at the edge of the square.

Before they could even steady themselves, they were still on their feet.

"Junior Brother Xuandu!"

A clear, melodious shout, filled with boundless excitement, suddenly rang out!

Immediately afterwards, a streak of emerald light shot up in front of him!

It is Bixiao!

Her pretty face flushed slightly with excitement, and her beautiful eyes shone brightly as she stared intently at Xuan Du.

"Junior Brother Xuandu! You...you are truly amazing!"

Bixiao's voice was urgent and fast, revealing an irrepressible admiration.

"We all saw it!"

"Retreat from the demon court on the shores of the East Sea!"

"Establish the martial path, and heaven will bestow merit!"

"One person confronts three saints!"

"Finally...in the end, Master Yuanshi actually...actually got so angry that he vomited blood!"

As she said this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"That's a sage! Junior Brother Xuandu, you actually managed to force a sage to vomit blood and flee?"

"I...I admire you so much!"

Before she could finish speaking, Qiongxiao stepped forward gracefully, her usually cool face showing rare surprise, and said softly:

"Junior Brother Xuandu's actions this time are indeed... astonishing. Unprecedented in the entire primordial era."

Yunxiao nodded slightly, her eyes clear and bright as water, and fell on Xuandu:

"Junior Brother, with his Primordial Chaos Body, maneuvered among the Sages, securing a glimmer of hope for humanity and forging a Heavenly Stele of Merit..."

"Such courage, wisdom, meritorious deeds, and achievements are rarely seen in the ancient world."

Zhao Gongming laughed heartily, his voice booming like a bell, and slapped Xuandu's shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand:

"Good lad! You've really got it! No wonder you're a disciple of my Jie Sect!"

"One man against three saints, forcing the Demon Emperor to retreat, and driving away the Primordial Beginning..."

"Hahaha! That's great! Let's have a big drink! I'll definitely find you later and have a good drink with you!"

Daoist Duobao stepped forward slowly, a calm smile on his face, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes:

"Junior Brother Xuandu, this time you not only enhanced the prestige of our Jie Sect, but also demonstrated to the myriad races of the prehistoric world what it means to seize a glimmer of hope."

"Your merits are immeasurable, senior brother is truly impressed."

Our Lady of Gold Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Tortoise Spirit, and others also stepped forward, their words full of praise and approval.

Kong Xuan stood a short distance away, his multicolored eyes gleaming as he looked at Xuan Du, who was surrounded by the crowd, a complex and solemn expression flashing across his face.

Xuan Du... his growth rate is too terrifying.

Among the seven attendants, apart from the long-eared Dingguang Xian, who had a deathly pale face and tried his best to minimize his presence.

The others, such as Jin Guangxian and Pilu Xian, also looked at Xuandu with awe.

This newly appointed senior disciple is beyond their comprehension.

Xuan Du felt a warmth in his heart at the enthusiasm of the crowd, but he was not overwhelmed by it.

He returned the greeting with a cupped hand, his expression humble.

"My fellow disciples are too kind. Xuandu was merely going with the flow, doing his best for my sect, and fighting for a chance for the survival of the human race."

"If it weren't for Master and the Jie Sect as a backing, Xuandu would never be where it is today."

He spoke earnestly, attributing the credit to the Jie Sect and the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Upon hearing this, everyone admired his character even more.

It is truly rare to find someone who remains humble and modest despite their achievements.

Bixiao, however, paid no attention to any of this and continued to excitedly tug at Xuandu's sleeve, chattering incessantly with questions:

"Junior Brother Xuandu, tell me quickly, when you faced three sages, were you afraid?"

"How did they come up with the idea of ​​building the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele? Using merit to erect a stele—that's incredible!"

"And there's more..."

Xuan Du was at a loss and was looking for an excuse to get away.

suddenly.

"Buzz!"

The tightly closed gates of Biyou Palace silently opened a crack.

A vast and abyss-like holy might emanated from within the gate.

Although it lasted only a moment, it made all the disciples in the square tense up, and the clamor came to an abrupt halt.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's calm yet authoritative voice emanated from within the palace, clearly resonating in Xuandu's ears:

"Xuan Du, come in."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Xuan Du felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the important matter had arrived.