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"boom!!!"

These words shook the heavens and the earth!

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and all those who were secretly watching this place were all shaken to their core and turned pale with shock!

Xuandu... dares to question the Dao Ancestor Hongjun?

How dare you compare the Daoist patriarch's teachings to today's events?

This goes beyond arrogance.

This is... defying the heavens!

The three Suirenshi were so frightened that they almost collapsed to the ground!

How dare Master say such a thing?

however.

Hongjun Daozu...remained calm.

His half-open eyes remained completely undisturbed.

He simply stared at Xuan Du quietly for a very long time.

When Donghuang Taiyi thought that the Dao Ancestor was about to make a move, his eyes revealed a look of wild joy.

Even the ancestral witches, including Dijiang, secretly shook their heads, believing that Xuandu was doomed to die today.

So long that billions of people closed their eyes in despair.

at last.

Hongjun Daozu slowly spoke.

The voice remained calm and still, devoid of any emotion.

"Are you done talking?"

Upon hearing this, Xuandu was overjoyed.

He slowly lowered his head, his posture respectful, yet his voice remained clear:

"I've finished speaking."

He was obviously betting on what he just said.

He was betting that Dao Ancestor Hongjun wouldn't attack him because of this.

Previously, when Hongjun Daozu personally visited Biyou Palace to stop Tongtian Shizun from taking humans as disciples, he inadvertently left a subtle loophole.

They did not stop Xuandu from taking on disciples himself.

At that moment, Xuandu vaguely sensed that the Dao Ancestor's attitude towards him... seemed to have some room for maneuver.

Otherwise, with the power of the Dao Ancestor, he could completely seal off all paths with just a single word.

This prevents billions of human beings from becoming his Xuandu disciples, let alone the Jiejiao disciples.

Why didn't the Dao Ancestor do that?

Xuan Du's mind raced with thoughts.

Is it out of concern for Master Tongtian?

Or... is there a deeper meaning?

In retrospect, I made the right bet.

Since the appearance of the Dao Ancestor, although his aura has been overwhelming, he has not truly revealed any killing intent.

That question just now, though seemingly sharp, was actually more like a... test?

Xuan Du's mind stirred slightly.

Just now.

"Buzz!"

Six subtle ripples spread out in the void without warning.

Six immense, yet distinct, auras of saintly power descended almost simultaneously!

The first thing to appear was a serene and tranquil purple aura, and an old man with white hair and beard and a simple, ancient face slowly stepped out.

It was none other than the Supreme Sage, Lao Tzu!

His expression was indifferent. His gaze swept over the billions of humans below, over Xuandu, and finally landed on Dao Ancestor Hongjun. After bowing respectfully, he said nothing more.

Following closely behind was a majestic and dignified beam of jade-pure immortal light.

Amidst the celestial light, the Primordial Celestial Venerable emerged from the clouds.

The moment he appeared, his icy gaze locked onto Xuan Du, the undisguised killing intent and hatred in his eyes almost solidifying into a tangible form!

The hatred of Burning Lamp and the humiliation of the Chan Sect are finally settled today with the arrival of the Dao Ancestor!

However, Yuanshi Tianzun did not immediately react.

He simply bowed respectfully to Hongjun Daozu, then stood beside Laozi, his gaze sharp as a knife, never leaving Xuandu.

The third wave that descended was a gentle and peaceful aura of creation.

A rainbow of colors filled the sky, and the goddess Nuwa slowly emerged from the glow.

Her eyes were clear, carrying a kind of indifferent compassion for all living beings. She first glanced at the human race below, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

He then looked at Xuandu, then at Dijun and Taiyi, and finally sighed softly, standing silently.

The fourth and fifth auras were none other than those of Jieyin and Zhunti, arriving together.

The two men looked distressed, but their eyes gleamed as they constantly surveyed the situation below, lingering particularly on Xuandu, as if weighing something.

He gently chanted the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

Zhunti, holding the Seven Treasures Tree, forced a smile and bowed to Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

"Disciple Jieyin (Zhunti) pays respects to the Master."

The last aura... was the most fierce and the most domineering!

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry tore through the void!

A figure in green robes stepped out fiercely from the endless sword intent!

He stood with his hands behind his back, the illusory image of the Qingping Sword hovering in the air behind him, and the Myriad Immortals Formation Diagram appearing and disappearing.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the Demon Court, over the Witch Clan, and finally landed on Xuan Du, transforming into undisguised admiration and...protection!

It was none other than the Tongtian Sect Leader!

He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Xuandu, protecting the disciple behind him.

He then turned around and cupped his hands in greeting to Dao Ancestor Hongjun:

"Disciple Tongtian greets Master."

The voice was calm, yet carried an unwavering and resolute tone.

All six sages arrived!

Laozi is inactive, Yuanshi is cold and ruthless, Nuwa is indifferent, Jieyin and Zhunti are unpredictable, and Tongtian is ruthless in protecting his own.

The combined pressure of the six sages, though not intentionally released, caused the entire primordial world to freeze!

The billions of demons trembled in fear.

The twelve ancestral witches looked solemn.

The billions of people were almost suffocated by this invisible pressure, and could only rely on their indomitable will to hold on.

Xuandu stood behind Tongtian, feeling completely at peace.

Master has arrived.

Moreover... it stood directly in front of him.

This undisguised protection says it all.

"snort."

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing towards Tongtian:

"Third brother, what a fine disciple you've taught!"

"They wreaked havoc in the primordial world, stirred up the great calamity, and showed utter disrespect to the Dao Ancestor!"

"Are you still going to protect him today?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly turned around, his gaze meeting that of Yuanshi Tianzun, a hint of sword intent flickering in his eyes:

"Second brother, you are mistaken."

"What wrong has Xuandu done to avenge the blood debts of the human race?"

"The demon race slaughters humans and extracts their blood to forge swords. Do you think such acts are justified?"

The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning's expression darkened:

"Humans are nothing but ants!"

"The law of the jungle prevails over the weak; it's an ironclad rule of nature!"

"Driven by personal grudges, Xuandu led hundreds of millions of humans to besiege the Demon Court, disrupting the celestial constellations and drawing the Witch Clan to invade, nearly triggering a decisive war between the Witch and Demons, causing the Great Calamity to occur prematurely and resulting in widespread suffering!"

"Aren't these sins enough?"

The Master of Heaven sneered:

"Survival of the fittest?"

"So today, my disciple Xuandu, with his Primordial Chaos Body, broke through the celestial sphere and forced the Demon Emperor to bow his head. Doesn't that mean... the demon race is weaker?"

"If that's the case, then the demon race deserves to be suppressed!"

"you!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was furious, his eyes blazing with rage.

Tongtian ignored him and turned to look at Hongjun Daozu, cupping his hands in greeting:

"Teacher, the cause and effect of today's events are now clear."

"The demon race slaughtered the human race first, and Xuandu sought justice afterward."

"It is a fact that Donghuang Taiyi used the Chaos Bell to suppress and kill the disciples of the Jie Sect."

"As for the Witch Clan..."

Tongtian's gaze swept over Dijiang and the other ancestral witches, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"They're just trying to take advantage of the Demon Court's weakness."

"If we're talking about stirring up a cataclysmic event... when the demon race forged the Witch-Slaying Sword and collected the essence of human blood, did they ever imagine this day would come?"

Each question was rhetorical and forceful.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked grim, but they couldn't refute it.

They were in the wrong to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Lao Tzu kept his eyes closed, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

Nuwa lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances, seemingly plotting how to maximize their gains in this situation.

Hongjun Daozu listened quietly, his face remaining expressionless.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice calm and still, yet resonating clearly in the hearts of every sage and every living being:

"That's enough for today."

The eight characters were uttered as if they were imperial edicts.

The laws of heaven and earth resonated with this, and an invisible binding force spread out, suppressing all the killing intent, anger, and fighting spirit in the arena!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi froze, their eyes filled with resentment, yet they dared not disobey in the slightest.

The twelve Ancestral Witches also changed their expressions slightly, exchanged glances, and slowly withdrew their qi and blood.

Below the sage, all are but ants.

The Dao Ancestor... is Heaven, which transcends all saints!

His words are destiny!

"The Great Tribulation is a predetermined destiny of Heaven, which cannot be changed or brought forward."

Hongjun Daozu's gaze swept over Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, then over the Twelve Ancestral Witches:

"You may all retreat and await the time of the great calamity."

"No more large-scale conflicts are allowed during this period."

Dijiang grinned, carrying his giant axe:

"The Dao Ancestor has given his decree, and the Wu Clan shall obey it."

"As long as the demon race stops forging those damn witch-slaying swords and stops slaughtering humans... my witch race will naturally be happy to have some peace and quiet."

The sarcasm in his words was undisguised.

Di Jun's face turned ashen, but he could only grit his teeth and agree:

"I will respectfully follow the instructions of the Daoist Ancestor."

Hongjun Daozu nodded slightly, his gaze finally settling on Xuandu.