Hongjun turned his head suddenly and looked at East Sea Coast.
Looking towards Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.
Looking at the Chaos Light Gate hanging under Heavenly Stele.
Spiritual Sense gushes out like a tide, instantly covering the long river where Human Race Fortune gathers.
Inch by inch.
Foot by foot.
One foot and one foot.
He felt it carefully.
Then.
He was stunned.
A hint of unbelievable horror flashed through the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for endless years.
Human Race Fortune.
It has also skyrocketed.
More than dozens of times.
It's a hundred times.
It's hundreds of times.
It was a terrifying number that even he couldn't estimate.
That destiny is so rich, so vast, so majestic.
Like the vast ocean, like the endless Starry Sky, like the Chaos torrent at the beginning of World Creation.
In that fate, there is the will of fifty thousand Daluo Golden Immortal.
It has the edge of three hundred thousand Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
There are millions of Golden Immortal, Profound Immortal and Blood Qi.
It has the faith of thousands of monks.
Have the willpower of Myriad Myriad Human Race.
Have the merit of Three Sovereigns Three Ancestors.
There is the red gold light of Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.
There is that Kongtong Seal and Human Dao Origin.
There is the foundation that Chaos Bead World will accumulate hundreds of millions of dollars.
Everything is gathered in Human Race Fortune.
It's so strong that even Heavenly Dao cannot be ignored.
It is so thick that even Hongjun cannot suppress it.
So strong that the general trend of Human Dao Awakening has become Foregone Conclusion.
Irreversible.
Unstoppable.
Hongjun stood in the void and did not move for a long time.
He looked at That Green Clad Figure, at that young but endlessly calm face.
Indescribable emotions surged in my heart.
This son.
From the very beginning, the point was not to win or lose with him.
The important thing is to hold him back.
It leaves him no time to care.
It's to buy time for Human Dao Awakening.
But now, Human Dao Destiny has become so strong.
That is, there is no restraint from Houtu, and there is no entanglement from Five Saints.
Even if he, Hongjun, took action himself, he couldn't suppress it.
Because of humanity, I have woken up.
Because the general trend has already happened.
Because all the resentment that billions of dollars would have suppressed is released at this moment.
Like a volcano erupting, like a tsunami rising into the sky, like stars breaking apart.
Can't stop it.
It can't be stopped either.
Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the coldness in those eyes had dissipated.
There is only a bottomless calm.
"Xuandu."
He spoke in a calm voice:
"You win."
When the four words fell, I felt relieved.
In the void, there was deathly silence.
Thousands of monks looked at each other in shock.
Fifty thousand Daluo, stunned in place.
Three Sovereigns Three Ancestors, stood stunned on the altar.
What did they hear?
Dao Ancestor said...
Did you win?
Xuandu won?
That Green Clad Junior, won Dao Ancestor?
Won Heavenly Dao?
Win over the supreme being in charge of the Great Wilderness Billion Dollar Society?
Chen Capital in the city.
Myriad Myriad Human Race raised his head and looked at Sky Dome.
There was confusion, shock, and an indescribable... ecstasy in his eyes.
Master, did you win?
Fuxi stood on the altar, trembling all over.
Tears shone in those eyes as deep as stars.
He remembered his determination when he entered Reincarnation and was reincarnated as a human being.
Thinking of the hardships I have gone through step by step to get where I am today.
I remember Master's words, "The day you return will be the day Human Emperor is born."
Now, he is back.
Now, humanity has woken up.
Now, Master has won.
Shennong knelt on the ground, with tears already streaming down his face.
"Master... disciple will live up to your expectations..."
He murmured in a low voice, his voice hoarse:
"Human Race, finally... stood up."
Xuanyuan is holding the cracked Xuanyuan Sword, standing in the void.
The depths of those resolute eyes were full of determination.
He didn't speak.
Just looking at That Green Clad Figure.
Looking at the back facing Hongjun.
There was an indescribable emotion in my heart.
That is worship.
That's admiration.
That is the determination to follow it to death.
Suiren Shi's beard and hair were spread out, and he looked up to the sky and roared.
In the roar, there is the bitterness of the billions of dollars spent.
There are hundreds of millions of dollars that will be the agony of waiting.
There is the ecstasy of humanity finally waking up.
"Master!"
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily:
"Disciple has been waiting for this day for too long!"
Youchao Shi and Ziyi Shi followed closely behind, kneeling on the ground.
Three figures were on the altar, with tears streaming down their faces.
Golden Ao Island.
Biyou Palace.
Tongtian stood in front of the palace gate with his hands behind his hands, looking in the direction of Chen Capital.
Looking at That Green Clad Figure.
A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The smile was very light, but it carried undisguised pride.
"Good boy."
He spoke in a low voice:
"This Master saw you right."
Netherworld Underworld.
Samsara Seal on.
Houtu stands in the void, his goose-yellow clothes making a hunting sound.
She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Chen Capital.
A very faint light flashed in the depths of those Chaos Color eyes.
"Won?"
She murmured softly:
"This Xuandu... really made him do it."
Laozi stands in the dark void, and Purple Purity Dao Light surges around him.
He looked in the direction of Chen Capital, looking in the direction of That Green Clad Figure.
His face was pale.
"Impossible..."
He murmured, his voice hoarse:
"Dao Ancestor... How could it be possible to lose?"
Yuanshi stood beside him, with Jade Purity Immortal Light all over his body flickering on and off.
The depths of those majestic eyes were full of despair.
"Xuandu..."
He whispered the name, such as Eternal Ice:
"Who... are you exactly?"
Jieyin chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice with a sad voice.
Zhunti lowered his head and said nothing.
Nuwa stood behind the five people, looking in the direction of Chen Capital.
Looking at That Green Clad Figure.
She remembers.
Back then, That Green Clad Figure was flying over Buzhou Mountain with a punch.
She fell.
Now, she is resurrected.
The cultivation base has skyrocketed.
But Xuandu is also stronger.
It's so strong that even Dao Ancestor admits defeat.
Nuwa slowly closed his eyes.
That clear and beautiful face was full of despair.
"Xuandu..."
She whispered:
"Can I... still take revenge?"
No one answered.
Because no one knows the answer.
Because even Dao Ancestor lost.
Who else can help her?
Who else can you count on?
What hope is there?
Nuwa Open your eyes.
There was still hatred in those eyes.
But beneath that hatred, there was even more powerlessness.
It's despair.
It is the helplessness of having to accept fate.
Over Chen Capital.
Hongjun stood in the void with his hands behind his hands, looking at Xuandu.
His face was calm.
It's as if those three words "you win" don't mean admitting defeat.
Just stating the facts.
"Humanity has awakened, and the trend has been achieved."
He spoke in a calm voice:
"I can't stop it."
"I don't want to stop it either."
Xuandu looked at him and bowed slightly:
"Dao Ancestor is wise."
Hongjun shook his head slightly:
"Wise?"
"If you were wise, I wouldn't have let you get to where you are today."
"If I were wise, I wouldn't let you lay out such a big plan."
"If you were wise, I wouldn't let you awaken humanity under my nose."
He paused and his eyes deepened slightly:
"Xuandu, you really exceeded my expectations."
"From today on, Heaven Earth Human Three Daos Balance."
"The era of Heavenly Dao Supremacy is over."
When the voice fell, he turned around.
Take one step forward.
The void ripples silently.
That Grey Clad Figure slowly submerged into the Purple Heaven Palace.
Disappeared.
Only the empty Sky Dome remains, and only the Heavenly Dao Power that has not dispersed.
There are only those tens of millions of monks left, Three Sovereigns Three Ancestors, Four Fierce Beasts.
Xuandu stands in the void, his green clothes slightly raised.
He looked at the direction in which Hongjun was leaving, and at the Grey Clad Figure that disappeared into the Purple Heaven Palace.
A moment of silence.
Then, Xuandu turned around.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the altar.
Looking at the Six Paths figure.
Look at the golden light of humanity rising into the sky.
The voice is not high.
But it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.
"If you don't return to your position now, when will you wait?"