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Tongtian took a deep breath, suppressing the surging astonishment in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

Are you sure?

Xuan Du shook his head:

"uncertain."

"But that aura was indeed that of a Primordial Grand Luo, and the realm was extremely high."

"Those who follow the path of Hunyuan in the primordial world are few and far between."

"This disciple is only at the third level of the Heavenly Realm, and certainly cannot reach that level."

"Besides Daoist Yangmei, this disciple can't think of anyone else."

Tongtian remained silent.

He knew Xuan Du was right.

The path to the Primordial Great Luo realm is arduous to cultivate.

For a company with hundreds of millions of yuan, breaking through even one level is already considered extremely fortunate.

Xuandu has attained enlightenment in a hundred years, reached the second level in a hundred years, and now has reached the third level, which is unprecedented.

Above the sixth heaven, how many eons of accumulation must there be?

Who else could it be but the Chaos Demon God who was of the same generation as Hongjun?

Tongtian raised his eyes and looked up at the heavens above.

Looking into the depths of chaos.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Why has he returned at this time?

Tongtian spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this.

He naturally knew why Yang Mei had returned.

But he wouldn't say it.

He kept the restoration of the tunnels a complete secret.

Even those who reach the highest levels of understanding do not know the inside story.

All that is known is that the Earth Book has returned to its place, the Earthly Way is complete, and Houtu has been freed from her predicament.

Little did they know that all of this was the work of Xuandu.

Little did they know that Xuandu left behind a wisp of chaotic energy at Wuzhuang Temple, leading Hongjun to believe that Yang Mei had made the move.

Yang Mei has truly returned...

He's going to take the blame for this.

Xuan Du's mind raced, but his face remained impassive.

He simply shook his head slightly.

"This disciple does not know."

"Perhaps they sensed a change in the primordial world and came to see for themselves."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian frowned slightly.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Something just doesn't feel right.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"Regardless of why he returned, this matter has nothing to do with our Jie Sect."

"Let Grandmaster Hongjun worry about it."

Xuan Du nodded:

"What Master says is absolutely right."

He paused, then suddenly spoke:

"However, Master, I have a request."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly:

"What is it?"

Xuandu said:

"If Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Daoist Yangmei were to truly fight..."

"Master, please do not intervene."

Tongtian was taken aback.

He looked at Xuandu, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes:

Why?

Xuandu said:

"Yang Mei Daoist walks the path of Hunyuan, which has nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao."

"Hongjun Daozu merged with the Heavenly Dao and took charge of the primordial order."

"If the two of them fight, that's their own karma."

"It has nothing to do with Master, and nothing to do with the Jie Sect."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"If Master intervenes, no matter who he helps, he will be drawn into the conflict."

"At that time, the Jie Sect will never have a peaceful day again."

After listening, Tongtian remained silent for a long time.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

This kid even thought of this step.

Yes.

Hongjun and Yangmei were contemporaries, their relationship a karmic one.

He is all-powerful and a sage of the Heavenly Dao, but if one gets involved, it will only lead to trouble.

Help Hongjun?

Yang Mei held a grudge.

Help Yang Mei?

Hongjun held a grudge.

Neither side should help the other?

That is the best policy.

Tongtian nodded slowly:

"you're right."

"I, as your teacher, will not intervene."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du bowed slightly.

"Master is wise."

Tongtian looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of relief.

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly but did not reply.

He raised his eyes and looked up at the heavens.

Looking into the depths of chaos.

That aura is getting closer and closer.

......

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Inside the palace, chaotic energy flowed slowly, and the gray figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He stood with his back to the palace gate, gazing into the endless depths of chaos.

A faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuation was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But if someone were nearby, they would definitely see that it was gloomy.

It is a gloomy atmosphere that is suppressed to the extreme.

He sensed it.

That aura emanating from the depths of chaos.

Hunyuan Daluo.

The Sixth Heaven.

And it's getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer.

He was all too familiar with that aura.

They are so familiar with each other that even after spending hundreds of millions of dollars, they will never forget a single detail.

Hollow willow.

Yangmei Daoren.

In the past, during the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Path, the Four Saints joined forces to defeat the Immortal Executioner.

The Yin-Yang Ancestor has fallen, and the Qian-Kun Ancestor has fallen.

Only Yang Mei, severely injured, fled into chaos.

They disappeared without a trace, never to return.

Hongjun believed that he had died in the chaos.

After all, chaos is dangerous; even a Chaos God might not be able to return alive.

But now it seems that Yang Mei is not only alive.

They are still alive and well.

So good that they dare to return openly.

They were so kind as to dare to help revive the tunnel right under his nose, thus ruining his plans.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged.

But deep within those indifferent eyes, a sense of gloom grew stronger and stronger.

The tunnel has been restored.

Hou Tu was freed from her predicament.

The Earth Book has been returned to its place.

He believed that Yang Mei was responsible.

The lingering chaotic aura of Wuzhuang Temple, and the Daoist charm that was exactly the same as Yang Mei's, convinced him that his old rival had returned.

It's Yang Mei, who disappeared into chaos before the billion-dollar meeting, who has returned.

He originally intended to wait until things calmed down before going to the depths of chaos to find him.

Settle accounts with him for what happened back then.

He settled accounts with him regarding the tunnels.

But now, Yang Mei has come back on her own.

So blatant.

So utterly undisguised.

So unscrupulous.

Did he really think that he was still the same Yang Mei who was seriously injured and fled into chaos back then?

Did he really think that the hundreds of millions of yuan would pass and that he would still be the Hongjun who needed the four saints to join forces to break the Zhuxian?

Does he really think he's easy to bully?

Hongjun's gaze grew cold.

That chill, like ancient ice, instantly enveloped the entire Zixiao Palace.

The chaotic airflow suddenly froze.

The chaotic energy that had flowed for countless years seemed to be frozen in place, without the slightest fluctuation.

Outside the palace gates, the void trembled slightly.

The tremor was extremely slight, yet it was clearly audible within the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun turned around.

He looked toward the palace gate, toward the endless depths of chaos.

Looking towards that approaching presence.

That aura had already reached beyond the primordial wilderness.

He stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos.

Waiting for him.

Hongjun took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The gray figure vanished from Zixiao Palace in an instant.