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Zhao Gongming's Cave.

Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his body shimmering with golden light, his aura as deep and profound as an abyss.

His cultivation at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm had reached perfection; he was only one step away from stepping into the late-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

The three Xiao sisters sat side by side in front of him.

The four were discussing the Way.

Just now.

Xuandu's voice came from the direction of Biyou Palace.

It clearly reached the ears of the four people.

"Disciples of the Jie Sect, heed my command! Quickly come before Biyou Palace to hear my sermon."

Zhao Gongming's eyes suddenly lit up!

Within that light, there was joy, anticipation, and an irrepressible excitement.

He had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

Since returning from repairing the heavens in Xuandu, and since the Jie Sect's fortunes surged, he has been waiting.

Then the deputy leader began to preach again.

When the martial arts techniques advance further.

Waiting for the opportunity for him to break through to the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Now, the wait is finally over.

"Walk!"

Zhao Gongming stood up and took a step forward.

The golden streak of light shot out of the cave in an instant.

The Three Immortals followed closely behind.

Four streaks of light shot straight toward Biyou Palace.

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Above Jin'ao Island, the light streamed like rain.

From the moment Xuandu issued the order, the entire immortal island was in an uproar.

Duobao, Kongxuan, Wudang, Guiling, Jinling.

Attendants of the Seven Immortals, core members of the outer sect, and disciples of the inner sect.

One after another, streaks of light burst forth from various caves, converging towards Biyou Palace.

The shimmering light was so dense, it resembled ten thousand birds returning to their nests.

The aura was so powerful, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Xuandu stood with his hands behind his back in front of Biyou Palace, his blue robes fluttering slightly and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He gazed at the sky filled with flowing light, his eyes calm as still water.

A moment later.

Ten thousand immortals gathered before Biyou Palace.

Duobao stood at the forefront, his aura as vast as the sea, having reached the peak of the late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Kong Xuan stood beside him, his five-colored divine light swaying slightly, indicating he was at the peak of the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao stood behind him, their golden light flowing and their aura profound.

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling, the three Holy Mothers, stood side by side, their cultivation at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal had reached a bottleneck.

The Seven Immortals, the core of the outer sect, and over a thousand disciples stood behind, each with a different aura, yet without exception, all had broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

As for the 100,000 outer disciples, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, they stood further back.

But those 100,000 streams of energy converged into a sea, making the entire Biyou Palace appear as if it were cast from pure gold.

All the immortals gathered, and there was complete silence.

All the disciples looked up at the figure in green standing before the palace gate.

His eyes were filled with reverence, expectation, and fervor.

Seeing this, Xuandu remained silent.

His gaze swept over the figures below, over Duobao, Kong Xuan, Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals, over Wudang, Guiling, Jinling, over the Seven Immortals and the 100,000 outer disciples.

Everyone is not here yet.

The Jie Sect now has four Dharma Protectors, all of whom he personally invited to join the sect.

The Black Tortoise of the North Sea, which mended and supported the heavens, had its four legs severed, and its true spirit underwent a transformation, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

He can't come.

The Styx Ancestor is currently deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, reshaping his physical body with the essence of the Blood Sea, passing on his bloodline through the Blood God Child's method, establishing a clan, gathering fortune, accumulating merit, and vying for the position of Earthly Saint.

He won't come.

But there are still two people.

Kunpeng.

Fuxi.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked towards the North Sea.

There, a dark blue aura descended from the heavens, traversing billions of miles of void, and sped toward Jin'ao Island.

Kunpeng.

Since the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, Kunpeng has been guarding the North Sea, gathering the remaining demon forces, and pacifying all directions without ever slacking off.

Xuandu told him to go, so he went.

Xuan Du wouldn't let him return, so he didn't.

But today, Xuandu has ordered the disciples of the Jie Sect to listen to the Dao, so he naturally has to come.

"They're here."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice.

Before he could finish speaking...

"Buzz!"

The void rippled silently.

A figure in ethereal blue slowly emerged from the ripples and landed in front of Biyou Palace.

Kunpeng.

His aura was as deep as an abyss, and his cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint had reached perfection. He was only one step away from the supreme Sainthood.

Those deep blue eyes swept over the myriad immortals below, finally settling on Xuandu.

He bowed slightly.

"Vice Leader."

Xuan Du nodded slightly, without saying a word.

His gaze shifted, looking towards the outside of Jin'ao Island.

Fuxi.

Nuwa's brother, a primordial deity, and the Holy Emperor of the human race.

In the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, Nuwa perished, and Fuxi was invited by Xuandu to join the Jie Sect, becoming a protector.

Since then, Fuxi has been cultivating on Jin'ao Island, detached from worldly affairs.

But he left several months ago.

They went to the primordial wilderness.

Go on a trip.

Go for a walk to relax.

Xuan knew what he was thinking.

Thinking of Nuwa.

Thinking of my sister who has passed away.

Thinking about the blood ties that led to the billion-dollar meeting.

Mount Buzhou has collapsed, and his former cave dwelling has been reduced to ruins.

Staying on Jin'ao Island, surrounded by the daily bustling activity of the Jie Sect's myriad immortals cultivating, only added to his melancholy.

Why don't we go out for a walk?

Look at this vast wilderness.

Look at this world after the Lich War, a world in ruins waiting to be rebuilt.

But today, Fuxi must return.

Because he is about to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly, and a wisp of divine sense surged from between his brows, transforming into an extremely fine ripple that pierced through the void and fell straight into the depths of the primordial wilderness.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, return quickly."

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

"Buzz!"

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in pale blue slowly emerged from the ripples.

Fuxi.

He landed in front of Biyou Palace and stood beside Kunpeng.

His aura was restrained and profound, and his cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint had reached perfection. He was only one step away from the supreme Sainthood.

But there was a faint trace of sadness hidden in those eyes.

That was the pain of losing a sister.

It is the tragedy of being connected by blood yet powerless to help someone worth hundreds of millions.

He looked at Xuandu and bowed slightly.

"Vice Leader."

Xuandu looked at him and nodded slightly.

After traveling for several months, most of the pent-up frustration in Fuxi dissipated.

Although those eyes still held a hint of sadness, they held a newfound serenity, as if they had seen through the ways of the world.

Xuan Du's heart stirred slightly.

He knew that Fuxi was ready.

We are ready to settle our karmic debts.

Prepare to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Get ready to usher in the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

"Everyone's here."

As he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the myriad immortals below, taking in their faces, which held either reverence, anticipation, or fervor.

He opened his mouth slowly.

"Today's sermon will not discuss the ways of immortals or the ways of heaven."

"Discussing the primordial chaos."

As the six words fell, a sudden silence fell over the area in front of Biyou Palace.

Wanxian's pupils shrank slightly.

The Primordial Chaos!

That is the supreme Dao that transcends the Heavenly Dao and is not limited by the status of a saint!

That is the supreme path that the Vice-Sect Leader has walked for a century of enlightenment!

That was a cultivation method they had never heard of and dared not even imagine!

Now, the associate instructor will preach this doctrine!

Duobao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart, and sat cross-legged.

Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light swayed slightly as he sat down cross-legged.

Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, Wudang, Guiling, Jinling, the Seven Immortal Attendants, the core members of the outer sect, and 100,000 outer sect disciples all sat cross-legged.

Before Biyou Palace, ten thousand immortals sat cross-legged in complete silence.

All eyes were fixed on the figure in green.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as still water.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

What is Hunyuan?

"The Primordial Chaos is the state before chaos was created, before heaven and earth were separated, and before the Great Dao was revealed."

"Neither up nor down, neither left nor right, neither front nor back."

"Formless and without substance, without birth and without death."

"That was the realm where the Great God Pangu was before the creation of heaven and earth."

"That is the origin from which the three thousand Chaos Gods were born."

"That is the source of all paths, the origin of all laws."

As soon as the words fell, Wan Xian's heart trembled.

Before the creation of heaven and earth.

The realm that the great god Pangu resided in.

The origin of the birth of the three thousand chaotic demon gods.

What a magnificent scene that was!

What an unparalleled existence that is!

They didn't even dare to think about it.

But the vice-leader said it out loud.

Tell them.

Xuandu paused, his gaze sweeping over the myriad immortals:

"The Path of Primordial Chaos only cultivates the laws."

"No need for the approval of Heaven, no need for the Primordial Purple Qi, no need for the status of a sage."

"I am the Tao, and the Tao is me."

"This is the Primordial Chaos."

After he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the area in front of Biyou Palace.

The hearts and minds of all the immortals trembled.

I am the Tao, and the Tao is me.

No need for Heaven's approval, no need for Primordial Purple Qi, no need for the status of a sage.

Is this the Primordial Dao?

This is the essence of the vice-leader's century-long path to enlightenment.