Shouyang Mountain.
Shrouded in mist, Purple Qi Misty.
Eight Sceneries Palace stands on the top of the mountain, the palace door is closed, and Innate Dao Patterns circulates endlessly on the door, connected to the energy of the entire Shouyang Mountain, and the Billion Dollar Society has not wavered in the slightest.
In the palace.
Purple clouds dim, Green Jade spreads the floor.
Laozi was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, his whole body Purple Purity Dao Light was surging like the tide, as vast as the sea, and as deep as the abyss.
The brilliance, purity, and vastness of that light were far beyond what it could have been back then.
Heavenly Dao Sage.
Seventh Heaven.
But the depths of those once Pure and Non-Action eyes were now full of gloom.
He sensed it.
The breath came from the direction of Mount Sumeru. Although it was only for a moment and it was covered, he felt it.
Xuandu.
Laozi slowly closed his eyes.
On that withered face, the look of gray and defeat became even thicker.
Xuandu.
Tens of thousands of dollars will be spent.
He thought he had forgotten the name.
He thought that time could dilute everything.
He thought that after his cultivation level exceeded Seventh Heaven, he would be able to let go of the past.
But at this moment, he knew.
Can't let go.
Never let go.
Because what Xuandu took away was not just Kongtong Seal.
Not just Human Sect luck.
It's not just his Grand Pure Sage face.
What Xuandu took away was his way.
Human Sect Master's position is the foundation for his enlightenment and sainthood.
It is the foundation of his billion-dollar society practice.
It is the deepest bond between him and Heavenly Dao.
Xuandu Destroying his Sect Master position means breaking his Dao Path.
It would destroy his foundation.
That is to say, his hundreds of millions of yuan will be spent on cultivation, and it will be wiped out in one day.
This hatred is unforgettable.
The tens of thousands of dollars spent have never faded away.
Laozi Open your eyes.
In those eyes, Purple Purity Dao Light was cold.
Hate.
Naked hatred.
It is deeper than Yuanshi, more cutting than Jieyin, and more intense than Zhunti.
Because what Yuanshi lost was nothing but Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.
Jieyin lost nothing but Green Lotus Treasure Color Banner.
Zhunti lost nothing but Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit.
And what he Laozi lost was the Tao.
It is the hard work of the Billion Dollar Society.
It's everything about being Grand Pure Sage.
"Xuandu."
Laozi spoke in a low voice, his voice hoarse:
"You are finally out of seclusion."
The sound fell, and there was deathly silence in the Eight Sceneries Palace.
The dim purple clouds seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Master?"
A voice came from below.
Laozi lowered his eyes and looked under the cloud bed.
There, a figure sat cross-legged.
He has a young face, a slender figure, and an aura as deep as an abyss.
Quasi-Saint Peak.
White Guard.
Laozi's disciple.
He is also his only disciple.
White Guard was originally a casual cultivator under Shouyang Mountain, with mediocre qualifications and average skills.
Before the meeting worth tens of thousands of dollars, Laozi Human Sect was deposed, with no one under his belt, and all face lost.
In order to maintain his appearance, he had no choice but to recruit a disciple.
It is White Guard.
Accumulate with elixirs, empower with mana, and feed back with the source of Heavenly Dao.
Forcibly, a casual cultivator with mediocre qualifications was piled into Quasi-Saint Peak.
But so what?
The foundation is unstable and the stamina is insufficient.
Even Quasi-Saint Peak is nothing more than a castle in the air.
Even if he fights against the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, he may not be his opponent.
Not to mention Interception Sect Duobao, Kong Xuan and so on Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
Laozi looked at White Guard, his eyes full of complexity.
He never really cared about this disciple.
Recruiting disciples is just to maintain appearance.
The purpose of teaching the Dharma is not to be embarrassed.
The elixir initiation is just to make one's face look bright.
As for White Guard's life or death, he doesn't care.
White Guard seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head slightly and looked at Laozi.
There was doubt, awe, and a trace of alienation that was difficult to conceal in those eyes.
He has been a disciple of tens of thousands of yuan, but he has never felt the care of his master.
There is only indifference.
Only perfunctory.
Only the cold and biting elixir initiation.
He knew that he was just a tool used by his master to prop up his appearance.
But he didn't dare to complain.
Don't dare to escape either.
Because Laozi is Heavenly Dao Sage Seventh Heaven.
Because he is Grand Pure Sage.
Because even if he fled to the ends of the world, he could not escape the clutches of Laozi.
"Master."
White Guard spoke in a calm voice:
"Disciple sensed that Master seemed to be uneasy just now."
"But what happened?"
Laozi looked at him and was silent for a moment.
Then, he slowly spoke:
"Xuandu is out of seclusion."
When the three words fell, White Guard was shocked all over.
Xuandu.
Jie Sect Vice Sect Master.
Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.
Hundred Year Dao Proving, Mend the Sky and Support the Heavens, kill Nuwa, and force Four Sages back.
Before spending tens of thousands of yuan, In the Great Wilderness was already the top existence.
Even Master has suffered losses at his hands.
Now, he is out of isolation?
"Master."
White Guard spoke with a deep voice:
"Xuandu left the customs, but went to Mount Sumeru?"
Laozi nodded.
White Guard's complexion changed slightly:
"He went to see Jieyin Zhunti, why?"
Laozi shakes his head:
"I don't know."
"But..."
He paused and his eyes deepened slightly:
"No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with us."
"That's Jieyin Zhunti's business."
"It's them Karma with Xuandu."
White Guard Silence.
He looked at Laozi, looking at the withered but gloomy face.
Thoughts are spinning in my mind.
Master and Xuandu's Karma, how could he not know?
Back then, Xuandu deposed Master's position of Human Sect Master with Human Race Fortune.
Captured Kongtong Seal.
Cut off Master's Dao Path.
This hatred and hatred are irreconcilable.
Master hates Xuandu to the core of his heart.
But so what?
Hate, is it useful?
Xuandu has become a trend, and Interception Sect is at its peak.
Even if Master breaks through Seventh Heaven, what will happen?
White Guard was thinking in his heart, but his face remained calm.
He just lowered his head slightly and said in a calm voice:
"Master is wise."
"Xuandu and Jieyin Zhunti and Karma have nothing to do with us."
"Master, don't worry about this."
Laozi looked at him, his eyes slightly condensed.
He has never really seen through this disciple.
Mediocre qualifications and average skills.
But those eyes were always as calm as water.
No matter how indifferent, how perfunctory, or how enlightened he is.
Those eyes have never changed.
Calm.
Alienation.
With a hint of indescribable... compassion.
Mercy?
Laozi frowned slightly.
Is this disciple pitying him?
Ridiculous.
He is Heavenly Dao Sage Seventh Heaven.
It's Grand Pure Sage.
It's Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
Do you need the mercy of an ant like Quasi-Saint Peak?
Laozi looked away and his voice turned cold:
"Please step back."
White Guard bowed slightly:
"Disciple, obey."
He stood up, turned around, and took a step forward.
The figure slowly sank into the depths of the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Laozi stood independently on the cloud bed, looking at the disappearing figure with eyes as deep as an abyss.
A long time.
He spoke slowly, his voice too low to be heard:
"Xuandu."
"You wait."
"Next Kalpa, Investiture of the Gods Tribulation."
"This is the day of your death."
"This is the end of the Interception Sect."
The sound fell and returned to nothingness.
In the Eight Sceneries Palace, Zixia is still dim.
The withered figure stood alone on the cloud bed.
It hasn't moved for a long time.
Shouyang Mountain.
On the mountainside.
A simple cave house, hidden among ancient trees.
In the cave, White Guard is sitting cross-legged.
The aura around his body is as deep as an abyss, Quasi-Saint Peak's cultivation has reached perfection.
But the foundation is as empty as fluff.
The breath was as chaotic as numbness.
That power is out of control.
Pills accumulate.
Mana initiation.
Heavenly Dao feeds back from the source.
Master gave him everything, but never gave him a foundation.
It gave him strength, but never gave him the method to control it.
Gave him cultivation, but never gave him Tao.
White Guard lowered his head and looked at his hands.
In the palm of your hand, Purple Purity Dao Light circulates endlessly.
But that light was not his.
It belongs to the Master.
It's an elixir.
It is the origin of Heavenly Dao.
Not a single strand belongs to him.