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Tongtian gazed at Xuandu, his brows furrowed.

"Going to Chaos at this moment is too dangerous."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Although Yang Mei has left, no one can say for sure whether he is really gone."

"Such a person, even if he were to hide in the primordial world, would not be detected by the Dao Ancestor in the slightest."

"How would you handle it if you encountered this?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly upon hearing this.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Rest assured, Master."

He spoke, his voice calm: "This disciple never does anything without certainty."

Tongtian gazed at him, remaining silent for a long time.

He recalled everything that had happened since Xuandu joined the Jie Sect.

From preaching the Way on the shores of the East China Sea to attaining enlightenment and primordial unity.

From abolishing Laozi's teachings to beheading Nuwa, the Holy Mother.

From mending the sky to collecting the five flags.

Every step was meticulously planned and executed.

He was confident and prepared for every game.

This man never takes risks in his actions.

When he says it's alright, then it truly is alright.

Tongtian nodded slowly.

"Go."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

Xuan Du bowed slightly, turned around, and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Tongtian stood alone before the palace gate, gazing at the vanished figure and the gradually closing void.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"During the chaos, danger lurks everywhere."

He murmured softly, his voice barely audible: "But this kid never disappoints."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Purple clouds still linger before Biyou Palace.

The 100,000 seated figures remained immersed in contemplation.

Business as usual.

It was as if nothing had happened.

......

The sky above Jin'ao Island is clear and bright.

Xuandu stood in the void, looking down at the immortal island below.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect remained seated cross-legged before the Biyou Palace, their minds immersed in enlightenment.

Ten thousand auras, like ten thousand long dragons, coiled above Jin'ao Island, reflecting each other with the golden light of fortune.

The sharp aura of the Law of Metal was already faintly taking shape around Duobao.

Behind Kong Xuan, the five-colored divine light swayed slightly, and the resonance of the five elements became increasingly clear.

Beside Zhao Gongming, the ethereal energy of the Law of Wind flowed like silk threads.

The chilling intent of the Law of Slaughter had begun to gather around the Three Immortals.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

With this foundation, the future of the Jie Sect is promising.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the heavens.

Looking into the depths of chaos.

This journey into chaos was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is still a long way off.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have not yet appeared.

If we rely solely on feedback from humans and disciples of the Jie Sect, cultivation progress will still be too slow.

He needs more disciples.

More good fortune.

More feedback.

And within the chaos, there lies what he needs.

The beings of chaos are born of chaos and grow up in chaos. Their foundation is far deeper than that of the beings of the primordial era.

If he could take one or two disciples, the feedback would be enough to help him advance further.

Moreover, with the Chaos Pearl in hand, he can conceal his aura, so even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun would not be able to find him in the chaos.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

His mind stirred slightly.

Deep within the Purple Mansion between the eyebrows, the Chaos Pearl trembled slightly.

A chaotic light surged from the pearl, instantly enveloping him.

The radiance was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But wherever he went, his aura, his karma, everything about him was completely concealed.

Even the Heavenly Dao could not perceive it in the slightest.

Xuandu took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

They quietly left the primordial world.

......

Underworld.

The road to the underworld is long and winding, and the River of Oblivion flows on and on.

The Samsara Seal hangs in the void, its six rays of light endlessly revolving.

Houtu stood alone on the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal, her pale yellow robes fluttering in the wind, the Wheel of Reincarnation patterns flowing endlessly around her.

She lowered her eyes to gaze at the ever-flowing true spirits entering the cycle of reincarnation, her gaze calm as still water.

suddenly.

Her eyes flickered slightly.

I looked up toward the entrance to the underworld.

There, a pale blue figure slowly stepped out from the void.

Fuxi.

He lay on the road to the underworld, hands behind his back, his aura as restrained as an abyss.

His cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint level had reached perfection, yet there was not a trace of his former vigor in his eyes.

Only peace.

A kind of calm that comes from seeing through the ways of the world.

Houtu looked at him, her gaze slightly narrowed.

After several months, Fuxi has changed.

The gloom around him had mostly dissipated, and although his eyes were still dim, they had become calmer.

That is the tranquility that comes after traversing countless mountains and rivers and witnessing all aspects of life.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi."

Houtu spoke, her voice clear and cold:

"What brings you to the underworld?"

Fuxi raised his eyes and looked at her.

The light in those eyes was as calm as still water.

"Empress Houtu".

He spoke, his voice low and deep:

"Fuxi came here to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Houtu's pupils constricted slightly.

Entering the cycle of rebirth?

Fuxi was a primordial deity, the elder brother of Nuwa, and a powerful being at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level.

Although he severed his three corpses to attain enlightenment and was trapped in a bottleneck of billions of yuan, he was still one of the most powerful beings in the prehistoric world.

Now, he wants to give up everything and enter the cycle of reincarnation?

Reincarnated as a human?

Starting from scratch?

Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging astonishment in her heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, do you know what you're saying?"

Fuxi nodded.

"Know."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

Houtu looked at him, her brows slightly furrowed.

She naturally knew why Fuxi wanted to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Xuandu had spoken of the Primordial Dao, and although she was in the underworld, she could hear his sermons clearly.

The method of severing the three corpses requires three supreme treasures of the same origin to attain enlightenment.

Without a treasure of the same origin, severing all three corpses would be a dead end.

When Fuxi severed the three corpses, he used three completely unrelated innate spiritual treasures.

The three corpses have different origins and their laws cannot be integrated, so they will never have the day of attaining enlightenment.

He is stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, and has already spent hundreds of millions of yuan.

The road ahead is blocked.

There was no turning back.

Only by entering the cycle of reincarnation and being reborn as a human can one start over.

Only then can they find a glimmer of hope.

Houtu remained silent.

She gazed at Fuxi, at his calm yet resolute face, her mind racing.

"Does Xuan know?"

Fuxi nodded:

"I know. It was the Vice Sect Leader who instructed me to come to the Underworld to ask the Queen to arrange my reincarnation."

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this.

Even Xuan knows.

And it was he who gave the instructions.

That's fine then.

This person never does anything without a certainty of success.

He must have had a reason for sending Fuxi to the underworld to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Moreover, after the original source of the earth was restored, she could perceive far more than just matters of reincarnation.

She could see Fuxi's destiny clearly.

That destiny is not innate, nor in deities, nor in the cultivation of a quasi-saint at the peak.

In the human race.

In the throne of the yet-to-be-born Holy Emperor.

Within the predetermined destiny of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Houtu slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, do you know what entering the cycle of reincarnation means?"

Fuxi nodded.

"Know."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Upon entering the cycle of reincarnation and being reborn as a human, all cultivation from the previous life is lost, and all memories are gone."

"Starting from scratch, the accumulation of hundreds of millions of yuan can vanish in an instant."

Houtu looked at him:

"Aren't you afraid?"

Fuxi gently shook his head.

"I'm not afraid."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Trapped by the billion-dollar gathering at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, with no way forward and no way back, that is true fear."

"Now the vice-leader has pointed out a path for me. Although I have to start from scratch, the road ahead is wide open and there are no more constraints."

Why should I be afraid?