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Xuan Du stopped and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the barrier.

He looked up and gazed behind the barrier.

There, the primordial world was like a speck of dust, suspended in chaos.

Yet within that dust, there was a purple aura, a golden light soaring into the sky, the radiance of the Six Paths Revolving, and the crimson of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.

That was his home.

He has his master, his disciples, and everything he has poured his heart and soul into.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

He took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green disappeared into the barrier in an instant.

next second.

flood.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

Above the sky, the void suddenly twisted.

A figure in green robes slowly stepped out from the twisted place.

Xuan Du stood atop the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele, hands clasped behind his back.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and looked down.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, the chaotic light gate still stands silently.

Beyond the gate of light lies the world of the Chaos Pearl.

It is a sacred place for cultivation where time flows at a speed ten thousand times faster than in the outside world.

Beside the gate of light, three figures sat cross-legged.

Suiren's family.

Youchao clan.

Zhen Yishi.

The three of them exuded a vast and boundless aura, their crimson-gold martial arts essence flowing as if it were a tangible substance.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

This is a step forward compared to before.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He did not disturb them.

He simply stood quietly atop the monument, his gaze sweeping across the land.

The East China Sea remains unchanged, its waves still surging.

The sky remains unchanged, shrouded in a purple aura.

From the direction of Jin'ao Island, the aura of the Jie Sect soared to the heavens, and golden light filled the sea.

The Chaos Bell, suspended in the center of the fortune, circulates a chaotic light that subtly resonates with the golden light of fortune.

Business as usual.

However, Xuan Du knew in his heart that his departure would last much longer than he had imagined.

The three members of the Suiren clan have reached the peak of Quasi-Sainthood.

From the mid-stage Quasi-Saint to the peak Quasi-Saint, even with the blessing of the Jie Sect and the protection of the human race, one can achieve great things.

It would be absolutely impossible without the arduous practice of spending tens of thousands of yuan.

Moreover, those 100,000 elite human troops.

Xuan Du probed the Chaos Pearl with his divine sense, carefully sensing its contents.

At the summit of the central giant peak, a hundred auras surged like the vast ocean, reaching the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Those hundred elites who were the first to break through to the Great Luo realm have now reached the peak of the Great Luo realm.

He is only one step away from becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal, having comprehended the laws of martial arts.

The remaining disciples, including the Great Luo Golden Immortals, numbered no less than three thousand.

There are no fewer than 20,000 Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The rest have all reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

With tens of thousands of yuan invested, this achievement is no small feat.

But it was also within his expectations.

Inside the Chaos Pearl, time flows at a speed ten thousand times faster than outside.

One year outside is like ten thousand years inside the Pearl River.

One epoch outside the pearl equals ten thousand epochs inside the pearl.

One Yuanhui lasts for more than 120,000 years.

Ten thousand cycles of time equal 1.2 billion years.

Even someone with mediocre talent could become a Great Luo Immortal after 1.2 billion years of arduous cultivation.

Moreover, those 100,000 elite human troops were by no means mediocre.

Xuandu withdrew his divine sense and looked up toward Jin'ao Island.

There, the power of the Jie Sect soared to the heavens, and golden light filled the sea.

The aura of Duobao, Kong Xuan, and others is no longer what it used to be.

Late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

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

After tens of thousands of yuan had passed, the disciples of the Jie Sect finally embarked on the path of Hunyuan.

Duobao has deeply comprehended the Law of Gold.

Kong Xuan was born with the Five Elements theory, and thus progressed the fastest in mastering it.

Zhao Gongming has already grasped the basics of the Laws of Wind.

The Three Immortal Sisters are making daily progress in mastering the Laws of Slaughter.

Even the Golden-Winged Roc broke through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

The Jie Sect finally established its own Hunyuan foundation.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze and looked up into the distance.

There, the vast and boundless land is crisscrossed by mountains and rivers.

Countless human tribes were scattered in various places.

Smoke curls from chimneys, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard from afar.

Ordinary people farm and hunt, while cultivators retreat into seclusion to cultivate.

Each should be content with their place and find their place.

Tens of thousands of yuan will pass, and the human race has completely gained a foothold.

They are no longer the weak race that was bullied by the demon race.

Rather, they were the largest clan in the primordial world.

With quasi-saints presiding over it, countless great immortals, and billions upon billions of its people.

Furthermore, there is Xuandu, the Jie Sect, the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, and the Chaos Pearl World.

Even if a sage were to personally arrive, he would not dare to humiliate the human race in the slightest.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He suddenly remembered something.

Tens of thousands of yuan will pass, but will the overall situation change?

Has the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods begun?

Have the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors already been born?

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

Divine consciousness surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping the vast wilderness spanning billions of miles.

Inch by inch.

Foot by foot.

One zhang at a time.

He sensed it carefully.

Jin'ao Island.

Duobao sat cross-legged in the cave, the golden law flowing around his body, and his sharp aura condensed as if it were a tangible substance.

Late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

It is still some distance from the Grand Luo of Primordial Chaos, but its foundation is already solid.

Kong Xuan stood amidst the five-colored divine light, the laws of the five elements intertwined like a net, his aura as deep as an abyss.

He is at the peak of the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from becoming a Primordial Grand Luo Immortal.

The Golden-Winged Roc stood beside his elder brother, its body surrounded by the laws of wind and thunder, its cultivation at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm already solidified.

Zhao Gongming sat side by side with the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, each having achieved their own level of mastery in the Law of Wind and the Law of Slaughter.

All four were at the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling, the three Holy Mothers, have also broken through to the early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Most of the Seven Immortals who served as attendants and the core members of the outer sect had already reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect finally had a foundation of primordial chaos.

With such a foundation, even if the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods were to descend, there would be no need to fear.

His consciousness continued to expand.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Xuan Du originally thought that Yuan Shi Sheng Ji was damaged and his cultivation was stuck at the second level, so he was not a threat.

But when his consciousness entered the Jade Void Palace...

He was stunned.

On the cloud bed, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged.

His body was enveloped in a pure, ethereal light that surged like a tide, vast as the sea and deep as an abyss.

The brilliance, purity, and domineering power of that light were far beyond anything seen in the past.

Sage of the Heavenly Way.

The Seventh Heaven.

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly.

How is that possible?

His original foundation was damaged, the Pangu Banner was stolen, and his cultivation level plummeted to the second level.

Even after arduous cultivation for tens of thousands of years, the limit is that one can only recover to the third level of the Heavenly Realm.

Seven Heavens?

Absolutely not.

Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressing the shock surging in his heart.

The divine consciousness continued to spread.

Mount Sumeru, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat side by side.

His body was surrounded by a golden light that flickered, but the intensity of that light was far greater than it had been in the past.

Within that Buddha's light, there were faint traces of the seven treasures, the flavor of the eight virtues, and the image of ten thousand Buddhas paying homage.

Sage of the Heavenly Way.

The Fifth Heaven.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

Jieyin and Zhunti were only at the second or first level of heaven back then.

After the twelve-petaled Golden Lotus of Merit was stolen, the Western Sect's fortunes declined, and they could hardly protect themselves.

Even if one cultivates diligently for tens of thousands of years, it would be extremely fortunate if one could maintain one's cultivation level without it declining.

The Fifth Heaven?

How is that possible?

Xuan Du's divine consciousness shifted again.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

Lao Tzu sat alone on a cloud bed.

His body was surrounded by a surge of purple-purple light, as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss.

The radiance of that light, though not as great as that of the Primordial Beginning, was still nearly equal.

Sage of the Heavenly Way.

The Seventh Heaven.

Xuandu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lao Tzu himself abolished his position as the leader of the Renjiao (humanistic religion).

He took the Kongtong Seal with his own hands.

The sacred foundation is damaged, the base is shaken, and the fortune is dissipated.

I'm incredibly lucky to have survived.

Seven Heavens?

Impossible.

Xuandu stood atop the Heavenly Stele, his brow furrowed.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness surged forth once more.

Perceive it carefully.

Confirm repeatedly.

But every time I perceive it, the result is the same.

The Primordial Beginning, the Seventh Heaven of the Heavenly Sage.

Lao Tzu, a sage of the Heavenly Way, in the seventh heaven.

The guide leads to the fifth level of the Heavenly Dao Saint.

Zhunti, a sage of the Heavenly Dao, at the fifth level.