I am a living immortal.

This gaze finally fell on Chen Dong.

At this moment, Chen Dong had already repelled Kunpeng, the master of all monsters, for three thousand miles. This kind of strength was unheard of by Kunpeng, it was extremely powerful.

The vortex on his body was swallowed by the howling storm. Kunpeng's immense physical strength, when confronted with it, felt like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Chen Dong was like a natural barrier; no matter how powerful you were, he remained motionless.

But if this fortress were to move, it would absolutely shake the earth and mountains. With a single palm, no matter how it changed form, nothing could escape Chen Dong's grasp. It felt as if the world was being held in his palm.

A sense of insignificance arises spontaneously.

Kunpeng did not resist this palm strike. His golden body instantly took over, his physical form, one of the finest among the pinnacle beings, combined with this magnificent golden form. The dark tides of the far north gathered with earth-swallowing power to counter the palm strike. However, these tactics were instantly shattered, and before he could even react, he was sent back three thousand miles.

"Monster!" Even a knowledgeable being like Kunpeng had to admit that the one before him was incredibly powerful. Is this something a human could do?

Kunpeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and decided not to confront him head-on. Just once was enough. This was not something he could handle, a demon. After repelling Kunpeng, Chen Dong did not press on, but instead looked up at the sky.

A gaze devoid of emotion descended from the heavens, beyond time. Yet, Chen Dong showed no fear of this gaze, a gaze others feared. Even if Di Jun was the Way of Heaven, behind him stood the will of the people, the hearts of all living beings.

Chen Dong looked back and saw the being sitting alone in the sky.

The golden-red ancient mulberry tree and the sun that tried to control everything. Their eyes met, and the confrontation began. Heaven's will versus man's will, control over everything and man will triumph over nature.

The eyes reveal the soul and are the windows to the spiritual realm. This confrontation is invisible and intangible, but it reveals the collision of Tao on another level.

"Where is he!" the question came from above.

"Why are you asking me?" Chen Dong had been the Han Dynasty's Imperial Master for hundreds of years, and he was no longer the young man he once was. A hundred years might be short, but for most people, it felt like a lifetime. These hundred years were a lengthy period, a length that even the innate gods could never comprehend.

He observed the myriad forms of life in the world, lingered in the sea of ​​​​spiritual wills, and once traveled the world alone, measuring every inch of land. The things he encountered and the people he experienced had already tempered his spirit.

What about the way of heaven?

Chen Dong's meaning was obvious; he wouldn't tell anyone. Even if Di Jun asked, it would be useless, so why bother?

Di Jun remained silent, simply raising his hand. A golden glow shone like flowing feathers, and his massive palm pressed down, each line in its palm reflecting the laws of nature.

And Chen Dong also used a palm.

A sea of ​​spiritual essence erupted from his body, his will transforming into an eternal flame, covering his palm. Every cell was like a prayer. This prayer carried the command of surging rivers, the resolve to withstand storms, the fortitude to move mountains and fill the sea, the vision to conquer the heavens, and the simplest belief that man can conquer nature.

For tranquility, for peace, for survival, humanity has embarked on its own long march. Forced or voluntarily, regardless of their starting point, they will ultimately converge at the end. This force is feeble, yet when it converges, it can even transcend established limits. This is the power of miracles, a miracle unique to humanity.

The two palms collided in the real world, and the power swept through them, causing everyone in the war to stop attacking and look in one direction at the same time.

That is the confrontation between humanity and the laws of nature.

These two palms represent two completely different paths, the true path.

Kunpeng looked back at all this, and silently retreated another thousand miles. Really, why was he in the same world with these monsters?

The collision between Taos is silent and also all-round.

This is not just a simple palm.

Di Jun frowned for the first time since his ascension. Chen Dong's entire body tensed, and his hands trembled slightly.

“You can’t represent everyone’s will.”

“You can’t control the changes in the world.”

"We're no different," Chen Dong said, exerting his strength once more. Chen Dong's understanding of the Dao was undoubtedly superior, but the gap in strength couldn't be easily erased. Chen Dong's palm strike was driven by a complete determination not to lose. He couldn't lose, and he absolutely couldn't retreat, even if it meant death. His retreat wasn't just a step, but a decisive defeat. With this retreat, the will of Heaven would inevitably prevail over the will of humanity.

This is a dispute rather than a real confrontation.

Even if the road ahead is bumpy, Chen Dong will always show his unique style. He has always been this kind of person, either not doing it or doing it to the best of his ability.

Chen Dong withstood immense pressure, taking a powerful, arduous step forward. The echo of this step resonated in everyone's hearts. Cracks appeared on his body, and he was not afraid of being shattered. His soul shone, his will swelled.

"Come!"

Chen Dong groaned softly, yet resonantly. Flakes of skin peeled off his arms, then transformed into points of light and vanished into the air during the confrontation. Chen Dong said nothing, his eyes determined as he attempted to take another step.

Di Jun's brow furrowed ever more deeply, and his movements intensified. The radiance of the feathers shone with an extreme brilliance, like the radiance of the first creation of the world, seeking to completely disintegrate all things.

Chen Dong gritted his teeth and persevered. For the future of humanity, if humanity had to be shouldered by one person, then this person could be himself. He couldn't retreat, he must...

"That's really amazing, but let's also do our part. Sometimes you don't have to carry it all on your own." A pair of warm hands held Chen Dong, and a strange yet familiar voice came to his ears.

Chen Dong knew who that was, the person he once admired.

For some reason, Chen Dong felt his nose was a little sour and his eyes were slightly red.

Wei Ming grasped Chen Dong's wrist, offering his own strength. Then, more and more hands reached out. Some were renowned, others obscure, but all were outstanding individuals, having made contributions to humanity and mankind. At this moment, they grasped Chen Dong's wrist as if grasping the direction of humanity.

One step, two steps, three steps, move forward step by step, towards the hope ahead, towards the glorious dawn.

"It's up to us old guys to give it a push."

When the stars of humanity shine.