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Yang Mei murmured softly, a smile slowly curving her lips.

"interesting."

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

He recalled the inexplicable cause and effect that had befallen him months ago.

That cause and effect that made him take the blame and made Hongjun mistakenly believe that he was the one who refined the Earth Book and completed the Earthly Path.

That cause and effect has not yet dissipated; it still hangs deep within his soul like a thin thorn, not fatal, yet difficult to ignore.

Now, another being has stepped from the primordial wilderness into the chaos, yet even he cannot sense its presence.

Is there any connection between these two events?

Yang Mei didn't know.

But he was very curious.

This is normal in the depths of chaos.

After all, there are still some ancient creatures that exist.

Although they were not born as early as the three thousand Chaos Gods, they escaped the calamity of creation and suffered no damage.

Among them are several who have already broken through to the realm of Hunyuan Taiji Golden Immortal.

But that fluctuation just now came from the primordial era.

Even Hongjun, the primordial ruler, could not disappear without a trace right under his nose.

But now, someone has done it.

"Interesting. Really interesting."

Yang Mei's smile deepened.

He did not move, but sat quietly in the depths of chaos, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, falling towards the direction of the primordial world.

Those beings, having emerged from the primordial chaos, will surely return.

He just needs to wait here.

Once the creature gets close, he will naturally be able to see clearly what kind of being it is and what kind of abilities it possesses.

......

Xuan Du's figure slowly came to a stop, standing amidst the surging chaotic air currents.

century.

A full century.

He set off from the primordial wilderness, stepped into the chaos, and sped along without daring to stop for even a moment.

Every step is across billions of miles of empty space, every breath is an all-out effort.

A century later, he finally stopped.

It wasn't because I was tired, but because the distance was right.

This distance was enough to put his mind at ease.

Xuandu turned around and looked behind him.

That speck of dust suspended in the chaos has long since disappeared.

The primordial world was completely hidden in the depths of chaos.

He could not sense the aura of the primordial world, the laws of heaven, or the omnipresent suppression.

Only chaos.

Boundless chaos.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze and looked down at his palm.

There, the Chaos Pearl floated silently, its chaotic light flowing endlessly.

Throughout his century-long journey, he always concealed his presence with the Chaos Pearl.

Not a single detail was leaked.

Even if Yang Mei Daoist's cultivation is extraordinary, even if he has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Hunyuan Daluo Heaven, he cannot be detected in this boundless chaos.

Unless, Yang Mei is right beside him.

But this chaos is too great.

Even the divine sense of a peak Ninth Heaven cannot cover one hundred millionth of it.

No matter how strong Yang Mei is, he is still just one person.

It is not the omnipresent Way of Heaven.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

It's been a hundred years.

He has been wary for a century, cautious for a century, and secretive for a century.

Now, I can finally relax a little.

Xuandu sat cross-legged, suspended in the chaos.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

Inside the Chaos Pearl, that world was completely different.

A hundred years outside, ten thousand years inside the pearl.

After ten thousand years of cultivation, the elite of the human race, numbering one hundred thousand, are no longer what they used to be.

Xuan Du probed with his divine sense, carefully perceiving the sensation.

At the summit of the central giant peak, ten auras, vast as the sea, flowed with crimson-gold martial arts essence as if it were a tangible substance.

Great Golden Immortal.

Ten Great Golden Immortals.

The three Suirenshi were already in the mid-stage of Quasi-Sainthood.

Among those 100,000 elite human warriors, ten have already broken through to the Great Luo realm.

There are no fewer than three thousand who have broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

There are no fewer than 20,000 who have broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

The rest have all reached the peak of the Xuanxian realm or the early stage of the Taiyi Jinxian realm.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

Ten thousand years of cultivation have led to this achievement, which is no easy feat.

But it was also within his expectations.

The Chaos Pearl is filled with rich spiritual energy, and time flows at a speed ten thousand times faster. With the aid of the Yellow Plum Fruit, it would be strange if it did not achieve such a feat.

Xuandu withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes.

The chaotic energy continued to surge, and the fierce winds continued to rage.

Yet within that turbulence lies an eternal silence.

After a century of cultivation, his cultivation level had improved slightly.

Not much, just a trace.

But this tiny bit is enough to be worth ten thousand years of arduous cultivation in the primordial era.

This is the benefit of chaos.

Without the suppression of the Heavenly Dao or the shackles of the Law, the Primordial Power operates freely, and every bit of accumulation is real and substantial.

In addition, there was feedback from the cultivation of the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, feedback from the breakthroughs of the human race's elites, and feedback from the birth of ten Great Luo Immortals.

The feedback force, like a gentle stream, flowed into the depths of his Purple Mansion and merged into the Primordial Dao Fruit.

The bottleneck between the third and fourth heavens has loosened slightly.

Although it was only a small step, it was enough for him to see the way forward.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked into the depths of chaos.

There, endless chaotic energy surged and churned, like billions of giant dragons dancing wildly.

Amidst the churning, he could not sense the presence of any living beings.

Only chaos.

The eternal chaos.

But he knew that living beings existed within the chaos.

Chaotic beings.

Born of chaos, growing up in chaos, living as long as heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon.

Their foundation is so deep that it is far beyond what any other creature in the primordial era could achieve.

Their cultivation was so profound that even saints dared not underestimate them.

Among them are Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortals, Primordial Taiji Grand Luo Golden Immortals, and perhaps even those legendary beings.

The chaos is just too great.

Even the divine sense of a Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal cannot cover one ten-thousandth of it.

Finding life in this boundless chaos is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Xuandu wasn't in a hurry.

He has plenty of time.

A hundred years is not enough, so let it be a thousand years.

If a thousand years isn't enough, then ten thousand years.

If ten thousand years isn't enough, then ten thousand years will do.

With the Chaos Pearl in hand, he could return to the Primordial World at any time.

The Jie Sect had Tongtian in charge, the human race had the Three Ancestors protecting them, and the underground world was managed by Houtu.

Everything is on track.

He doesn't need to rush.

Xuandu slowly closed his eyes.

Divine consciousness surged forth like a tide, silently and without form.

That divine sense pierced through the surging chaotic energy, through the raging chaotic winds, and through the eternal silence.

Inch by inch, foot by foot, zhang by zhang.

Search carefully.

He could perceive every slight fluctuation, every wisp of aura, and every distortion of the laws.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

ten years.

Thirty years.

Fifty years.

century.

Xuandu's divine sense has already covered the chaos within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.

But he still couldn't find any trace of any living creature.

Only chaos.

Endless chaos.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged.

He knew this all along.

The chaos is too great, and the life forms are too few.

It is common to search for thousands or tens of thousands of years and find nothing.

He's not in a hurry.

We can't rush it.

Xuandu gathered his divine sense and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The Primordial Power circulated slowly within his body, absorbing the Chaos Qi and growing stronger bit by bit.

That's very slow.

So slow that it's almost imperceptible.

But that accumulation is very solid.

Every single thread is the foundation.

It's another hundred years.

Xuan Du opened his eyes.

His eyes flickered slightly as he gazed in a certain direction deep within the chaos.

Just a moment ago, he sensed a slight fluctuation.

The fluctuation was so faint that it would have been impossible to detect unless he had searched for it meticulously for a century.

But the fluctuations do exist.

It is the fluctuation of the law.

It is the breath of living beings.

They are chaotic beings.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised expectation.

found it.

He didn't move.

He simply hovered quietly in the chaos, his divine sense condensing into a single line, carefully sensing that fluctuation.

The fluctuations were faint, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

It was as if it were asleep, or as if it were practicing meditation.

It's very far away.

Even if he traveled at full speed, it would still take him hundreds of years.

But Xuan wasn't in a hurry.

He needs confirmation.

Confirm the creature's cultivation level, confirm the creature's foundation, and confirm whether the creature is worthy of being taken as a disciple.

Take a breath.

Ten breaths.

One hundred breaths.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

He could roughly sense the fluctuating aura.

Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Mid-term.

Chaotic beings.

Born in chaos, raised in chaos, with deep roots.

Although his cultivation level is not high, his potential is limitless.

If one enters the Jie Sect, one will receive the inheritance of cultivation techniques, the blessing of fortune, and the nourishment of the Chaos Pearl.

Given time, it is not impossible for him to attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos.

Moreover, taking such a deeply rooted being as a disciple would provide enough feedback to help him advance his cultivation level further.

Perhaps the bottleneck between the third and fourth heavens can be broken through.

Xuandu stood up.

He stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaos, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His gaze pierced through the surging chaos and landed in the direction from which the fluctuation came.

"I've found you."

As soon as the four words were spoken, he took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from the spot in an instant.