Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Myriad strange phenomena appeared above Jin'ao Island.

Auspicious clouds stretched for millions of miles, and the rosy clouds cascaded like waterfalls, illuminating the entire East China Sea in a magnificent and extraordinary way.

The ethereal music seemed to come from the ancient times, containing the profound sounds of the Great Dao.

The illusory image of the golden lotus bloomed from the void and then quietly vanished.

The chaotic currents transformed into indistinct, ancient phantoms of gods and demons, appearing in the clouds.

The powerful Daoist aura, almost tangible, enveloped the entire Jin'ao Island.

"What...what kind of strange phenomenon is this?"

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect rushed out of the cave, looking up at the sky with shock and bewilderment on their faces.

They had seen many strange phenomena caused by cultivation, but such a scale and such a spectacle were simply unheard of!

Daoist Duobao stood in front of his cave, his usually composed face now showing no sign of surprise.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing through layers of void, trying to find the source of that strange phenomenon.

"Auspicious clouds spontaneously arise, celestial music resounds, golden lotuses spring forth from the ground, and chaos surrounds them... This is no ordinary sign of a Great Luo Golden Immortal breaking through!"

He murmured to himself, his mind reeling.

"Even when I condensed the Great Luo Three Flowers and they bloomed to the seventh grade, the phenomena it triggered only affected tens of thousands of miles, and it was only a matter of Heaven's favor."

"This scene... could it be that a fellow disciple has condensed a Three-Flower Blossom, surpassing the seventh rank?"

Even he himself found it hard to believe when the idea came to him.

A flower with seven grades is already the pinnacle of its innate qualities.

Throughout the ages, those who have reached this level are few and far between.

Eighth Rank? That's a realm that only the Three Pure Ones, including the master, of the true lineage of Pangu can reach!

When did such an extraordinary figure hide within the Jie Sect?

His divine sense spread out, sweeping over the thousands of caves on Jin'ao Island, but ultimately withdrew in bewilderment.

Strange phenomena enveloped the entire island, disrupting the Daoist principles and heavenly secrets, making it impossible to accurately pinpoint the source.

Inside Zhao Gongming's cave.

The four siblings, who had been discussing the Dao, had already stopped.

Bixiao gazed at the vast and wondrous phenomenon in the sky, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief:

"Elder brother, elder sisters, this... which senior brother or sister is breaking through? The momentum is terrifying!"

Qiongxiao's expression was solemn as she sensed the joyous and uplifting rhythm of the Great Dao in the world, and she said softly:

"This is extraordinary. It is not merely a breakthrough in magical power, but more like... a transformation of one's foundation, a sublimation of one's origin, which has triggered the celebration of the Great Dao."

Yunxiao nodded slightly, a hint of surprise also appearing in her usually cool eyes:

"The auspicious clouds and golden lotus are merely appearances; the key lies in the elusive, chaotic phantom."

"The origins of the chaotic phenomena it triggered... probably surpass even the innate origins."

Zhao Gongming stroked the golden whip at his waist, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and after a long while, he said in a deep voice:

"Such a figure exists on the island, yet we knew nothing of him. It seems our Jie Sect truly harbors hidden talents."

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he felt it was too absurd, so he shook his head and didn't say it aloud.

The Holy Mother of Wudang stood atop the mountain, her robes fluttering, a rare hint of doubt appearing on her usually serene face.

The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit blinked her bright eyes, full of curiosity, and tried to calculate with her fingers, but only felt that the secrets of heaven were in complete chaos.

The Golden Spirit Mother's body shimmered with spiritual light, subtly echoing the radiant glow of the sky, and she was filled with dread:

"I have cultivated for countless eons and have never seen such a sight. How could there be such a change in the course of my master's teachings?"

The seven immortals were accompanied by many outer disciples, who were discussing and speculating endlessly.

The entire Jin'ao Island was abuzz with excitement because of this sudden and magnificent phenomenon.

In a remote cave.

Xuandu knew nothing about this.

He completely immersed his mind in the Purple Mansion, focusing all his energy on stabilizing the newly formed eighth-grade Three Flowers illusory image.

The immense primordial power brought by the chaotic gods and demons nourished the Three Flowers time and again.

Golden flowers on the ground, white flowers on the floor, and purple flowers on the ceiling.

Although the eighth-grade petal was still an illusion, it already possessed a natural Daoist charm, with its radiance restrained, perfectly matching his soul, magical power, and physical body.

"The origins of the Chaos Gods and Demons... truly defying the heavens."

Xuandu sighed with emotion.

"If it weren't for this foundation, I don't know how many years and opportunities it would have taken to gather the three flowers."

"Now, not only has he achieved success in an instant, but he has also reached the eighth rank, possessing the potential and foundation to rival the Three Pure Ones of yesteryear!"

The road ahead suddenly opened up.

The once tightly closed gate to the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal seemed to have opened a crack for him.

As long as we continue to accumulate power by taking advantage of the feedback from the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Intercepting Sect, it will be just around the corner to break through that threshold!

He could even feel that the power of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal within his body was becoming increasingly refined under the guidance of the Eighth Grade Three Flowers and the blessing of his Chaos God and Demon background.

Every wisp of magical power seemed to contain the ancient Daoist essence from before the creation of the world, its power incomparable to what it had been before.

"The time has come."

Xuan Du's eyes narrowed, his mind made up.

"Taking advantage of this initial transformation and the formation of the Three Flowers, I will press on with all my might, triggering a feedback loop in my cultivation, and attempt to break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm!"

Without further hesitation, he focused his mind on the sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with the dormant system.

Prepare to guide the feedback of that vast and boundless sum of cultivation power, and launch an attack on that mysterious bottleneck of Hunyuan!

However, just as his thought arose and his magical power stirred slightly,

in front of you.

The void rippled silently, like waves on water.

A figure appeared there without warning.

He wore a simple blue robe and had an ordinary face.

He emanated no aura from his body, yet he seemed to be the origin of the entire world, the destination of all rules.

He stood there quietly, his gaze calmly fixed on Xuan Du.

It was none other than the Tongtian Sect Leader!

Xuandu trembled violently, and the vast magical power flowing within him instantly froze.

The idea of ​​breaking through to the Hunyuan realm was abruptly interrupted.

His pupils constricted sharply, and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

The Master of Heaven!

When did he arrive?

Yes, the extraordinary phenomenon caused by the condensation of the three flowers was too terrifying, and it eventually alarmed this sage master!

How much did he see?

Have you seen through your own chaotic and demonic origins?

Did you sense the peak Grand Luo Mana power reported by the system?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Xuan Du's mind, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart, striving to maintain composure on his face, and quickly stood up, bowing respectfully.

"Your disciple... Xuandu greets Master!"

His voice carried a hint of undisguised dryness.

Inside the cave, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the lingering spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which had not yet fully subsided, was still swirling slightly.

The Master of Heaven did not speak.

His deep eyes simply gazed calmly at Xuan Du.

The gaze seemed to pierce through his physical body, through his dantian, through the illusory image of the Eighth Grade Three Flowers, reaching the deepest, most fundamental core.

Xuan Du felt that under this gaze, all his secrets were exposed.

The origins of the chaotic gods and demons were clearly revealed under this calm gaze.

He stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

A bead of cold sweat silently slid down his forehead.