Chapter 373: Xuan Qing: I Shall Be the Supreme Patriarch! (Combined, 7k words)

In the chaotic spacetime, vast and boundless, there was no up or down, no east or west, no past or future.

After the earth-shattering demise of “Hong Pangu” and the humiliating flight of “Zu Wu Pangu,” this chaotic region, ravaged by the Four Great Openers of Heaven, finally began to calm the violent torrents of chaotic energy.

Only the “San Qing Pangu,” formed from the union of the Three Pure Ones, his body suffused with pure radiant light, divine and majestic, and the “Luo Pangu,” forged from Luo Hou’s essence, wreathed in dark cosmic laws, supremely dominant, now stood facing each other across the void.

The chaotic currents flowed like tamed titans, churning and swirling around their majestic forms, yet unable to touch them in the slightest.

The terrifying afterwaves of the earlier battle—capable of destroying countless Da Qian Worlds—now seemed smoothed over by invisible forces, dissolving into fleeting clouds.

A strange stillness quietly spread between the two supreme beings as they faced each other.

On the blurred face of the “Luo Pangu,” a pair of deep eyes, containing boundless demonic thoughts and the true meaning of annihilation, gazed at the “San Qing Pangu” before him—the embodiment of creation, sustenance, and termination perfectly unified.

He was about to speak, when the will of the “San Qing Pangu” carried a teasing chuckle from Xuan Qing Tianzun:

“Your demonic Pangu power is truly formidable—far purer in its destructive edge than Hong Jun’s immortal Pangu power.”

“Demonic Pangu power? Immortal Pangu power?” Luo Hou’s consciousness hesitated slightly—he had not expected such a novel term.

“The supreme power of the demonic Pangu is simply called ‘Mo Gu Li.’ The same applies to ‘Xian Gu Li.’ Consider them units of measurement for the Pangu Dao,” Xuan Qing Tianzun explained calmly through the “San Qing Pangu,” as if stating an obvious truth.

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou’s body, composed of infinite demonic laws, trembled faintly.

Instantly, his ancient demonic awareness stirred with a wry, almost tearful amusement.

Only Xuan Qing could do this.

Even at a moment like this, he always conjures something utterly unexpected.

Luo Hou shook his head and said, “Today’s battle was exhilarating! Hong Jun has fallen; the age of immortal dominance he sought will never come. The heavens of this Hong Huang will change utterly.”

His voice resonated directly within the primordial spirit of the “San Qing Pangu,” carrying an unprecedented calm.

Within the “San Qing Pangu,” the will of Tai Shang Daojun flowed serenely; his eyes, formed of Dao runes, gazed toward the direction where the Taiji Diagram and the Creation Jade Disc had vanished, a mysterious smile curling on his lips:

“Hong Jun has fallen, yet he is not destroyed. His three corpses united, forming the Pangu true body, have already reached a realm even we must take seriously.”

“Such an existence cannot be easily eradicated. All that has transpired is far from settled.”

The will of Yu Chen Daojun also carried a touch of awe: “Indeed, had the Pangu Flag not responded to Xuan Qing’s call at the critical moment and returned to its rightful master, drastically weakening Hong Jun’s immortal opening axe, we might not have found an opening in him today.”

“Our victory was perilously narrow.”

Luo Hou followed the gaze of the “San Qing Pangu,” and a flicker of understanding passed through his deep demonic eyes: “After your defeat, what path will Hong Jun take? What transformations await him? You three—surely you’ve long known, perhaps even… arranged it.”

Today’s breakthrough need not lie on Hong Jun—it could lie on Zu Wu Pangu.

The process may change, but the outcome will not!

Upon hearing this, the three wills of the “San Qing Pangu” simultaneously transmitted a triple denial on the level of primordial spirit:

“I’m not, I didn’t, don’t say that!”

Xuan Qing Tianzun’s will carried an air of “innocence”:

“Friend, you are mistaken!”

“Hong Jun is the revered progenitor of the immortal Dao, his cultivation immeasurably profound, his intellect calculating across eons. His future path and choices are hardly something we can easily foresee or interfere with.”

Tai Shang Daojun’s will remained serene and non-action:

“The Dao has three thousand paths; change is infinite. We merely follow the current.”

Yu Chen Daojun chuckled lightly: “We merely happened to be present, offering a modest effort. Hong Jun, the Dao Ancestor, has his own Dao, his own tribulation.”

Seeing the Three Pure Ones still refuse to reveal a single word, leaving no trace of implication, Luo Hou could only silently mourn Hong Jun for three breaths.

Had he acted himself, he might have granted Hong Jun a swift end.

But if the Three Pure Ones intervened, who knew how many more pits awaited Hong Jun to tumble into?

“Forget him. Whether he dies, lives, ascends further, or sinks utterly—it is all his own destiny.”

Luo Hou smiled carefree, withdrew his gaze from afar, and refocused on the “San Qing Pangu” before him.

“Today, both you and I have manifested as Pangu, and only now do we comprehend the lofty height of the Pangu Great God, the boundlessness of his Dao. The deeper our understanding of the Pangu Dao, the more clearly we see how far we still are from true great freedom, true great transcendence.”

His tone carried both awe and reverence.

Pangu—the eternal monument upon the Dao.

He is the standard of the Dao, the direction of the Dao.

All gods of myriad eons must look up to him.

Upon hearing this, the “San Qing Pangu” glowed slightly brighter, the three wills resonating in perfect harmony.

Xuan Qing’s will, transmitted through the divine form, replied calmly: “Tai Yi is the origin of spirit—qi undivided, silent and empty, unseen, unheard—this is ‘Wu.’”

“If one can reverse the qi of Dao Yi, comprehend the principle of Tai Wu, and within the void nurture an eternal spirit, one may shatter the boundary between being and non-being, stepping into the legendary Great Luo Fifth Realm!”

At this moment, Xuan Qing stunned all with the revelation of the most mysterious and crucial path to attaining the “Tai Yi” realm within the Five Primordials!

Upon hearing this, the “Luo Pangu”’s body trembled slightly, his demonic awareness surging like a tidal wave.

He gazed deeply at the “San Qing Pangu,” and understanding dawned within him.

Xuan Qing’s words were not merely an exposition of his own Dao—they were a subtle awakening for him.

“So this is it…”

Luo Hou murmured, his eyes gleaming with insight and contemplation.

“I observe your three as one—clear and turbid merging, yin and yang complementing, evolving the Pangu true form.”

“Yuan Shi creates, Dao De sustains, Ling Bao ends—these three cycle endlessly, ever-renewing, both opposing and unified, without beginning or end, neither falling into annihilation nor clinging to eternity—this is one manifestation of the true meaning of ‘Yi,’ is it not?”

“Taking this as foundation, seeking the emptiness of all Dao, nurturing an eternal spirit within pure void—this is indeed a radiant path toward Tai Yi.”

His voice brimmed with admiration for the Three Pure Ones’ Dao.

Yet immediately, his tone sharply shifted—the arrogance and confidence of the Demon Ancestor reemerged unmistakably: “But this is your path—the path of the Three Pure Ones united, evolving the orthodox Pangu Dao.”

“I, Luo Hou, still wish to walk my own path!”

Within the “San Qing Pangu,” Yu Chen Daojun’s will, curious, spoke: “Oh? What does your path look like? I would hear it in detail.”

“It is similar in essence to yours—seeking the void, realizing the Dao through being.”

Luo Hou’s voice grew grand and solemn, each word imbued with infinite demonic truths, stirring ripples of Dao resonance through the chaos.

“Demon—means ‘to grind.’”

“What is grinding? Using one’s own body as the whetstone, to hone all Dao; using all Dao as the whetstone, to hone oneself.”

“Sacred virtue shines brightly, illuminating all beings, elevating and liberating demons—this is the grinding of one’s nature, the upright and righteous grind, one manifestation of my Dao.”

“Unrivaled dominance, crushing all ages, ruling all heavens—this is the grinding of will, the solitary and supreme grind, another manifestation of my Dao.”

“Creating calamities, inciting strife, testing all beings, forcing them to unleash potential in despair, seeking transcendence through suffering—this is the counter-flow grind, the core of my Dao.”

“Those who follow me prosper; those who defy me perish. I roam all heavens, look down upon all gods, becoming the great calamity of mortals, the great trial of gods—all these are ‘grinding.’”

“My demonic Dao is forged in this endless grinding—stripping away falsehood, refining the purest, strongest Dao.”

Luo Hou gazed at the “San Qing Pangu,” his deep demonic eyes blazing with unprecedented brilliance, his tone open and unhidden:

“I have used my own Dao to grind all Dao, and through all Dao, nourished my own essence—this cycle brought me to my current Fourth Realm.”

“Now, I seek to break through to the Fifth Realm, returning to the source, seeking ‘Kong,’ seeking ‘Wu!’”

“To seek this ‘Kong,’ to attain this ‘Wu,’ I must push my ‘grinding’ Dao to its extreme.”

“The ultimate grinding… is to grind away one’s own Dao—even… to transform into Dao.”

The words “transform into Dao” caused the entire chaos to fall utterly silent!

“Transform into Dao?” Even Xuan Qing was taken aback.

He studied Luo Hou closely, wondering if a ghost from Ming He had possessed him.

Transforming into Dao meant abandoning all existing cultivation, Dao fruits, and even the fundamental imprint of one’s existence, dissolving entirely into the mysterious Dao.

If one could pierce through the delusion and be reborn in nirvana, one might ascend instantly, achieving great transcendence.

If one failed, one would be lost forever, with no chance even of reincarnation, vanishing utterly into heaven and earth, becoming part of the Dao.

This failure is called “Shi Wo.”

Losing the true self’s spirit, merging with Dao, perishing with Dao, utterly lost within the Dao.

“Shi Wo Great Luo—I cannot retrieve you. Friend, think carefully!” Xuan Qing said gravely.

He had just revealed the truth of Tai Yi precisely to dissuade Luo Hou.

Luo Hou seemed to sense the Three Pure Ones’ doubts; he smiled calmly: “No shattering, no establishment; no letting go, no gaining.”

“My demonic virtue shines brightly, upright and true—I can grind all Dao. How could I fear being ground?”

He paused, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

A hint of regret, yet also release.

“In truth, I had originally planned to achieve this final step of ‘transforming into Dao’ through Hong Jun’s hand.”

Luo Hou spoke sincerely: “I have battled him since the chaotic age, intending our final clash to be a desperate struggle, then seizing an opportunity to sacrifice myself, using his immortal Dao to grind away my demonic Dao—perhaps I might glimpse a sliver of life.”

“Alas.”

Luo Hou gazed at the “San Qing Pangu,” a strange smile touching his lips.

“But Hong Jun met you.”

The Three Pure Ones instantly understood Luo Hou’s intent.

“So you intend to use us to achieve the purpose of grinding your own Dao?”

“Precisely.”

Luo Hou’s voice was calm, yet carried unprecedented resolve: “I wish to use your strength to utterly scatter, refine, and return my demonic Dao’s origin to chaos, then through this, perceive a single thread of Daoic truth—see if I can glimpse the threshold of the Fifth Realm.”

“Even the ultimate realm!”

Luo Hou’s demonic aura rippled slightly as he bowed deeply: “This battle must be fought to the death. I beg you, three friends, give your utmost!”

The Three Pure Ones fell silent for a moment.

“Friend, with such resolve, we admire you.”

Finally, the Three Pure Ones slowly spoke, their voices solemn and dignified: “The path of the Dao has many routes, yet all lead to the same destination. Since our friend has made his decision, we shall of course lend our aid.”

They felt Luo Hou’s resolute will—unyielding, determined to succeed or perish—and his pure, unwavering devotion to the Dao.

The Three Pure Ones most enjoyed helping gods.

For such a heart seeking the Dao—not the hammer, but the Dao—they were more than willing to support.

“Thank you!” Luo Hou smiled.

“Of course!”

At this moment, Xiang Xuanqing spoke again: “Actually, friend, if you wish to refine your own Dao, you need not fight to the death. I have another plan.”

“What plan?”

Luo Hou, Tai Shang, and Yu Chens all looked curious.

“Wait to die!” Xiang Xuanqing uttered two words.

“Wait to die?”

Luo Hou’s face was full of confusion.

“Yes, wait to die!”

Xiang Xuanqing’s voice carried a hint of malicious delight. “To be honest, I made a pact with the Chaos Demon Gods.”

Then, Xiang Xuanqing revealed the terms of his alliance with the Demon Gods of Reincarnation and others.

The three divine lords listened in silence.

“These Demon Gods would rather trust the Heavenly Emperor than Hong Jun?”

Yu Chens, who had always presented himself as sincere, could barely contain himself.

He wanted to ask: Do you Chaos Demon Gods not even do background checks before investing?

Wei Yuan is so unorthodox—how could the Heavenly Emperor possibly be a good god?

You’re saying Hong Jun is even less like a good god than the Heavenly Emperor?

Then never mind.

“Reincarnation is a Demon God with vision.”

Tai Shang, Yu Chens, and Luo Hou gave a silent nod of approval to the Chaos Demon Gods’ generous investment.

Xiang Xuanqing said: “When I signed the pact, I signed under the name of Tai Wei Heavenly Emperor.”

“You happen to be the next Heavenly Emperor. I suspect that when the time comes, the backlash from this pact will be severe—it could sweep you away in one blow.”

“Why not wait a little longer?”

Xiang Xuanqing stared at Luo Hou, his gaze sincere, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

Luo Hou’s lip twitched.

The Heavenly Emperor truly doesn’t play by the rules!

He even digs such traps?

If not for his own willingness to die, Xiang Xuanqing probably never intended to tell him!

“I have no desire to become Emperor—only that the seas may lie calm!”

Luo Hou said calmly: “After my death, friend, you may use the World-Ending Mill to preserve a fragment of my true spirit, to suppress the Chaos Demon Gods within the Four Seas’ Return to Emptiness.”

“As for this method of refining one’s Dao—no thanks!” Luo Hou firmly refused. Whoever wants to be Emperor, let them take it.

Joke’s on you.

Luo Hou would rather kill himself than die at the hands of a pack of Chaos Demon Gods.

Hong Jun, at least, made it ashore, received Pangu’s certification, and possesses Pangu’s True Body—he is a worthy opponent.

To achieve the Dao through his hand, even if I fail, I lose nothing.

The other Chaos Demon Gods?

“Do they deserve it?”

The Demon Ancestor dismissed them with contempt.

Then Luo Hou reached out, seized the Demon Dao’s Opening Axe, and prepared to strike.

“Wait!”

Xiang Xuanqing called out again.

“What else do you have up your sleeve?” Luo Hou was weary. Is dying really this hard?

“I have another method that can assist you in achieving the Dao.”

Xiang Xuanqing said seriously: “At least, it can pull you back when you stand on the brink of losing yourself.”

“What method?” Luo Hou asked.

He was no fool—if Xiang Xuanqing truly meant to help, why refuse?

“This method is simple. We must cooperate, perform a play, and leave behind a return marker in the future.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled.

He watched as the giant hand, formed from the Dao’s fundamental laws of the “Three Pure Ones and Pangu,” gently turned over.

In an instant, a thousand rays of auspicious light and myriad hues of radiance burst forth from the Chaos!

A simple, ancient jade disc, riddled with cracks yet still emitting an incomparable Daoic resonance, quietly appeared in its palm.

As soon as the disc emerged, the remaining three thousand Daoic law shadows upon it were instantly activated—like three thousand brilliant ribbons of light, intertwining and rotating within the Chaos, emitting dazzling, ever-shifting colors.

Simultaneously, Xiang Xuanqing’s will stirred, separating a thread of Tai Chu Qi.

As soon as this Qi appeared, the entire Chaos seemed to tremble slightly.

Under Xiang Xuanqing’s deft guidance, this thread of Tai Chu Qi moved like a living spirit, drifting and spiraling through the Chaos.

It continuously absorbed the scattered Chaos energy and fragments of Daoic laws, its form undergoing mysterious, unfathomable transformations.

Soon, after a flash of pure, holy, serene light, that thread of Tai Chu Qi transformed into the shape of a Daoist.

The Daoist wore a dark robe, his face ancient and serene, his eyes detached, radiating an aura of supreme authority—mastering cosmic order, teaching and enlightening all beings.

Luo Hou saw the Daoist, and his lips curled into a wild grin.

“Hong Jun?”

“Indeed, this is your Ancestor!”

The Hong Jun formed from Tai Chu Qi stepped forward, his Daoic resonance flowing around him, as if merging entirely with the Chaos.

With every blink of his eyes, scenes of sun, moon, and stars were born and perished. His voice was low, yet carried an undeniable, transcendent authority as he sang:

“Highly reclined on ninefold clouds, my reed mat completes the true Dao.”

“Beyond the dark and yellow heavens, I hold the seat of Master.”

“Pangu gave birth to the Supreme Ultimate; Yin and Yang, the Four Symbols follow.”

“One Dao passed to three friends; two sects, Chan and Jie, divided.”

“The Xuan Gate’s supreme leader; one Qi transforms into Hong Jun!”

This song—seemingly false, yet secretly aligned with some fundamental Daoic truth—was sung by the “Hong Jun Daoist.”

His voice was not mere sound waves, but solidified Daoic decrees—each syllable seemingly containing the power to open heaven and earth, piercing through layers of spacetime, ignoring the seals of Chaos, roaring across the vast distance into the distant Hong Huang world!

Instantly, throughout the entire Hong Huang realm—whether in the nine heavens, the four seas and eight wildernesses, deep mountains and ancient caves, or the mundane world—every living being’s Yuan Shen echoed clearly with this solemn, transcendent Daoic song!

The Dao Alliance’s divine beings, nearly plunged into despair, now heard this familiar, powerful melody. All were invigorated—as if seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness!

“It’s the Ancestor! It’s the Ancestor’s voice!” One Dao Alliance Luo Jinxian, overcome with emotion, wept with tears, nearly dancing with joy.

“The Ancestor still fights! The Ancestor has not perished!” Another Immortal Lord cried to the heavens, his voice filled with the relief of survival and boundless reverence.

“Is this… a victory hymn?” One Immortal pondered the song’s meaning.

He was astonished to find that though solemn, the song carried an indescribable joy, delight, and grandeur—as if proclaiming a glorious victory!

“Good! Good! Wonderful! Our Dao Alliance… oh no, we are the Xuan Gate! From this day forward, we are all disciples of the Xuan Gate!”

“Our Xuan Gate shall unify Hong Huang, eternal and imperishable! Hahaha!”

The divine beings were elated, overflowing with joy.

The despair and defeat from the earlier battle vanished entirely, replaced by boundless hope for the future and fervent faith in the Ancestor.

Only Yang Mei Old Ancestor was puzzled: “The Xuan Gate? Did I really win?”

The battle of the Four Pangu sealed the Chaos spacetime—they could not see or sense what transpired.

Yang Mei vaguely saw a figure fall, and he had assumed Hong Jun had lost, preparing to lead the remnants of the Immortal Dao away to the myriad worlds.

Yet Hong Jun had risen again!

Now, Hong Jun’s song had spread—seemingly signaling victory.

“If he won, then good.” Yang Mei exhaled in relief.

If Hong Jun won, he wouldn’t have to switch to his [Yang the Elder] persona and sing praises to the Heavenly Emperor.

In the Netherworld, the Five Ghost Emperors, who had waited long, were ecstatic.

“Here it comes! The big one’s coming!” The Central Ghost Emperor rubbed his hands.

“An ancient mystery—this time, we must uncover the truth!”

The Eastern Ghost Emperor held his breath, gazing toward the outer Chaos, though he saw nothing.

The other Ghost Emperors were invigorated: “Thank you, Fengdu Your Majesty, for granting us the chance to approach this era and touch upon this long-standing mystery.”

“The Dao-Demon Cataclysm.”

Someone, perhaps a foolhardy Ghost Emperor, uttered the forbidden phrase.

From beyond the Chaos, a single axe-blade of light descended.

“Holy shit!”

The Five Great Ghost Emperors were instantly locked by the axe’s light.

That ancient, desolate, eternal force of killing covered infinite time and space, unleashing power capable of erasing the Dao and reducing myriads of eons to dust.

This axe strike from beyond heaven descended straight along the river of time and space, hurling them back downstream.

In the chaotic spacetime, the Three Pure Ones and Pangu, Luo Pangu, and the “Hongjun Dao Ren” formed from the Primordial Qi gathered together.

The “Hongjun Dao Ren” said: “We still need another axe strike upstream along the river of time and space.”

“That’s too terrifying—let’s leave three marks instead.” Three beams of light shot from the foreheads of the Three Pure Ones and Pangu, traveling upstream through time and space; the three transformed into ineffable Tianzuns.

Among them, Tai Shang recited a wildly chaotic scripture: The Chaotic Taiji Spirit Book.

Yu Chen Dao Jun recited the Scripture of Guiding Beings.

“Alright, now we can speak.”

After sealing the upstream and downstream of time and space, Xiang Xuanqing said: “My idea is to use Hongjun’s hand, leverage the Dao Alliance’s momentum, and fight another battle with my fellow Daoist!”

“Establish a calamity—the Dao-Mo Calamity!”

Luo Hou asked: “What do you mean by ‘Dao-Mo Calamity’?”

“Mo declines, Dao rises; Mo rises, Dao declines!” Xiang Xuanqing answered with eight characters.

Luo Hou glanced at the “Hongjun Dao Ren” formed from the Primordial Qi, then at the Three Pure Ones and Pangu.

“Good!”

Luo Hou nodded without hesitation.

“Then, I shall see my fellow Daoist on his way!”

The “Hongjun Dao Ren” transformed again, becoming “Hong Pangu!”

“Stand shoulder to shoulder—advance!”

The Three Pure Ones and Pangu joined forces with Hong Pangu, launching a great battle against Luo Hou.

“Mo Dao Opens Heaven!” Luo Hou roared.

The Mo Dao Kai Tian Axe, forged from the fusion of the Shishenqiang and the Four Zhuxian Swords, rose once more.

But this time, the axe’s light was no longer pure destruction and slaughter—it carried a trace of liberation and release.

Infinite Mo Dao principles surged from his body, merging into the axe’s light, striking toward the “Three Pure Ones and Pangu,” as if surrendering all of himself.

The “Three Pure Ones and Pangu” wore solemn expressions, raising both the Yu Xu Kai Tian Axe and the Pangu Banner simultaneously.

“Pangu Breaks the Primordial Chaos!”

The misty axe light and the banner’s shadow that tore through chaos intertwined—not with earth-shattering collision, but like an invisible vast net, gently yet firmly meeting the torrent of Mo Dao.

BOOM!

“Hun Yuan Smelting Furnace!”

Hong Pangu transformed the Creation Jade Disc into a Great Dao Smelting Furnace, beginning to decompose Luo Pangu’s Mo Dao principles.

Luo Pangu’s body began to slowly dissolve under the power of the Three Pure Ones and Pangu and Hong Pangu.

One by one, black Mo Dao primordial runes drifted free, yet were drawn, purified, and organized by the Yu Xu axe light and Pangu Banner’s radiance.

“Thank you!”

Luo Pangu’s voice came in fragments, yet brimmed with the joy of awakening to the Dao.

His figure grew ever fainter, yet the will to pursue the eternal Dao burned fiercer.

The phantom of the Twelve-Pin World-Ending Black Lotus floated and sank behind him, then shattered inch by inch, becoming the purest fragments of Dao principles, merging into this strange “Hua Dao” process.

The “Three Pure Ones and Pangu” exerted their full strength.

The wills of the three Tianzuns were perfectly unified, carefully guiding this vast and chaotic Mo Dao primordial essence.

This was not merely battle—it resembled a sublime, exquisite Dao surgery.

Time lost meaning in the chaos.

After an unknown duration, the Three Pure Ones delivered their final axe strike; Hong Pangu stepped forward to deliver the finishing blow.

Luo Pangu’s figure vanished completely.

Before death, Luo Hou shouted: “Hongjun, you destroyed my Mo body, but you cannot extinguish my Mo Dao!”

“I swear by the Dao: Dao rises, Mo declines; Dao declines, Mo rises!”

“Wait—I shall return!”

“Hahaha!!!”

The Mo Zu perished; heaven and earth trembled in unison.

All the Tai Wei gods were filled with panic; the Dao Alliance’s Immortal Sages laughed joyfully.

“We won! We won!”

The “Hongjun Dao Ren” formed from the Primordial Qi looked at the jubilant Dao Alliance Immortal Sages and smiled: “Leader of the Xuan Men, the Primordial Qi transforms into Hongjun!”

“Heh—heh, I wonder if the real Hongjun will be so furious he comes back to life.”

“Go see—it’ll be clear then.”

The Three Pure Ones and Pangu dissolved their true forms, becoming three Tianzuns.

“Come, let’s go negotiate with the Dao Zu,” Xiang Xuanqing pulled everyone to chase after the Taiji Diagram.

On the way, Yu Chen Dao Jun asked: “Brother Dao, you just mentioned ‘One Dao passes to three friends’—that’s easy to understand. Hongjun himself admitted he passed the Dao Alliance to us.”

“Yes, I said that,” the “Hongjun Dao Ren” formed from the Primordial Qi nodded.

Yu Chen Dao Jun continued: “Then what does the second half mean—‘Two Sects, Chan and Jie, divide’?”

“Your Chan Sect already exists—where will the Jie Sect come from?”

“The Jie Sect doesn’t exist now, but it will in the future.”

Xiang Xuanqing gave Yu Chen Dao Jun a meaningful glance. “When the time comes, the third brother will understand.”

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