Taotie spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Master..."
Xuandu raised a hand, cutting him off.
"There is no need to say more."
"My mind is made up."
"You will wait here."
"If I win, then all will be well."
"If I lose..."
He paused, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened by a few degrees.
"Then the Jie Sect will be entrusted to you."
His words fell like Eternal Ice.
Taotie knelt prostrate on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
Chaos knelt prostrate on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
The two beasts were weeping bitterly.
"Disciple... obeys."
Xuandu nodded.
He turned and took a step.
The void rippled silently.
That Green Clad Figure vanished from the cave abode in an instant.
Purple Heaven Palace
The palace gate was tightly shut.
Inside the palace, Chaos Energy Flowed slowly.
That Grey Clad Figure stood with his hands behind his back in the Chaos Depths. His Grey Dao Robe hung down, his face ancient and weathered, his gaze indifferent.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
He closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness deep within the Heavenly Dao.
Suddenly.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
In the depths of those eyes that had remained indifferent for endless years, the faintest ripple flashed.
That ripple was exceedingly faint at first, but in an instant, it Transformed into astonishment.
Into gravity.
Into gloom suppressed to the utmost extreme.
He had sensed it.
At the edge of chaos, an aura was drawing near.
That aura was immensely powerful, immensely abundant, immensely domineering.
Like an ancient ferocious beast, tearing through chaos and crushing all things.
Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin.
Nine Heavens Peak.
And within that aura was a Dao rhythm with which he was intimately familiar.
Ferocity.
Savagery.
Devouring.
That was Shen Ni.
The Emperor of Fierce Beasts.