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The East China Sea Eye now has a new attraction.

At the center of that enormous whirlpool, a distorted human face could be vaguely seen, spinning in circles with the current. With each rotation, the face contorted in pain, and it was forced to exhale filtered, pure spiritual energy.

This is the divided soul of Kunpeng.

Just then, several small crabs passing by were perched on the edge of the whirlpool, curiously looking at the face.

"Mom, who is that ugly monster?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. That's our new toilet in the East China Sea... oh no, I mean the purification master. From now on, all our poop will be under his jurisdiction."

Upon hearing this, the Kunpeng's fragmented soul in the sea eye was so angry that it almost exploded on the spot, but it was firmly suppressed by the restriction placed by Lin Xuan, and could only continue to swallow and spit out seawater with tears in its eyes.

What a disgrace!

A dignified demon master has actually been reduced to cleaning up the excrement of fish and shrimp!

……

Meanwhile, at Shouyang Mountain.

As the Taoist temple of Laozi, this place is usually quiet and peaceful, with very few birds chirping.

But today, Taiqing Laozi was somewhat uneasy.

He sat cross-legged in the Eight Views Palace, spinning the Tai Chi diagram in his hand rapidly, and even a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he was already a saint (thanks to the merits of establishing the Human Religion), he always felt that his saintly position was somewhat hollow. This was because when he first established the religion, he was tricked by that "shady businessman" Lin Xuan, which caused a large part of the Human Religion's fortune to be diverted to the Witch Clan.

"Humans...humans..."

Lao Tzu muttered to himself.

He deduced the secrets of heaven and discovered that the fortune of the human race was growing at an alarming rate.

The originally weak human race, under the protection of the witch race, not only did not become food for the demon race, but also learned to farm, weave cloth, and even began to practice the simplified version of the witch race's body-forging techniques.

This was originally a good thing.

But for Lao Tzu, this was a bad thing.

The stronger and more independent the human race becomes, the weaker his control over the human race becomes.

"This can't go on any longer."

Laozi suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"If we allow the human race to completely side with the witch race, wouldn't I, as the leader of the Human Cult, be left with no one to rely on? How will I continue to cultivate by drawing upon the human race's fortune?"

He stood up, holding the flat cane in his hand, took a step, and disappeared into Shouyang Mountain.

The next moment, he appeared in the ancestral land of the human race.

The human tribes were bustling with activity at this time.

A group of human children were surrounding several burly witch men, practicing their punches with them, humming and shouting.

"Push harder! Didn't you eat? If you don't want to be eaten by monsters, you'd better toughen your fists!"

The one in charge of teaching the boxing was none other than the great shaman Kuafu. He was holding a large bone in his hand, gnawing on it while roaring.

"Uncle Kuafu, we don't want to practice boxing, we want to learn magic like Father Lin Xuan!" a child said in a childish voice.

"Spells? That's too difficult. You don't have a primordial spirit... Wait, it seems the Holy Father has given you some methods for cultivating the primordial spirit..." Kuafu scratched his head.

Just then, a purple aura appeared in the sky, stretching for 30,000 li in the east.

A vast, sage-like pressure descended.

Although the pressure was gentle and non-aggressive, it made people involuntarily want to worship it.

"I am the Supreme Celestial Venerable of the Great Purity and Morality, the leader of the Human Religion."

Lao Tzu's figure appeared in mid-air, with white hair, an air of otherworldly grace, holding a whisk in his hand, and a compassionate expression.

"Humans are born between heaven and earth, and should follow the way of heaven, cultivating their character and nature. The methods of the witch clan only cultivate the physical body, not virtue, which is a heretical path. Today, I have come to pass on the Great Dao of the Golden Elixir, to help you escape the sea of ​​suffering and seek longevity."

These words were spoken in a very grand and dignified manner.

Upon hearing that a saint had arrived, and that he was the leader of a religion, the humans below all knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Lao Tzu nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that the human race still recognized him as their leader.

"good."

With a wave of his whisk, Lao Tzu sent countless golden runes scattering down, transforming into volumes of "The True Explanation of the Golden Elixir," which landed before each human being.

"As long as you diligently cultivate this method and sever all ties with the Witch Clan, you will be protected by me and spared from harm by the Demon Clan."

That's the key point.

Sever all ties with the Wu tribe.

This is blatant poaching.

Kuafu was displeased upon hearing this.

He may be simple-minded, but he's not stupid.

"Hey! Old man! What do you mean by that?" Kuafu threw the large bone in his hand to the ground. "What do you mean by 'heretical methods'? We, the Wu tribe, have protected the human race for so many years, providing them with food, drink, and shelter. How does that make us harm them?"

Lao Tzu glanced at Kuafu indifferently.

"The witch race is ignorant of destiny and cause and effect; they only know how to kill. If the human race becomes too entangled with you, they will surely be punished by heaven."

"You're talking nonsense!" Kuafu, known for his fiery temper, immediately launched into a tirade. "I think you're just trying to trick our underlings into becoming your slaves! What Golden Elixir Path? Can it feed you? Can it even ward off tigers?"

"presumptuous."

Lao Tzu frowned.

An invisible force pressed down instantly.

"Bang!"

Kuafu's enormous body was actually forced to his knees by this force, his knees smashing two large craters into the ground.

"A great sorcerer should not insult a sage. Considering this is your first offense, I will punish you lightly as a warning." Lao Tzu's tone was indifferent, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

The surrounding humans were terrified.

In their eyes, Kuafu was an invincible being, but now he was actually overwhelmed by this old man's single glance?

"Does anyone else have any objections?" Lao Tzu looked around.

Just then, a lazy voice came from the horizon.

"I have an objection."

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire area, even penetrating Lao Tzu's sage-like aura.