Tongtian spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of irrepressible excitement:
"Good."
"With those words from you, This Master can rest assured."
"Go do it."
"This Master will wait for your return on Golden Ao Island."
Xuandu bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Master."
He straightened, turned, and took a step forward.
The void rippled soundlessly.
That green-clad figure vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.
Above Golden Ao Island.
Xuandu manifested, standing with his hands behind his back.
His green robes fluttered gently, his black hair draped over his shoulders.
He lowered his gaze toward the immortal island below.
Before Biyou Palace, purple clouds coiled about.
The Jie Sect Myriad Immortals each occupied their places, each cultivating their own Dao.
Around Duobao, the Metal Law was sharp as blades.
Behind Kong Xuan, Five-Colored Divine Light flowed without end.
At Zhao Gongming's side, the Wind Law was light and delicate as silk.
Around San Xiao, the three laws of slaughter, destruction, and karma intertwined like a net.
There were dozens of Golden Immortals of the Origin.
Countless Daluo Golden Immortals.
This was his foundation.
This was his confidence.
Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked up toward the Nine Heavens.
Toward Purple Heaven Palace suspended within Chaos.
Toward the grey-clad figure hidden beyond violet qi.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
You raised the cultivation of the Four Sages.
You hastened Nuwa's resurrection.
You consumed the Heavenly Dao Origin.
You laid out the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
You thought everything was under your control.
You thought the Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number could not be defied.
You thought the Interception Sect was destined to be those who answered the tribulation.
But you were wrong.
Because you have the Heavenly Dao.
And I have Martial Dao.
You have predestination.
And I have variables.
You have Hongjun.