Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuan Du's mind sank into the depths of the Purple Palace.

The light curtain remained suspended silently.

On the light screen, several lines of text were clearly visible.

[Host: Xuandu]

[Bound Faction: Jie Sect]

[Unlocked features: Total Cultivation Level, Total Background, Total Supernatural Powers, Total Techniques, Total Comprehension, Total Luck.]

[Current progress: Inviting Chaos Gods and Demons (1/1)]

[Reward: Eliminate real-time effects.]

[Ding! Reward has been issued. Real-time effects have been removed.]

From this moment forward, the death of any disciple of the Jie Sect will not result in any loss to the host. All previously acquired gains will permanently belong to the host.

Xuan Du stared at the line of writing, his smile deepening.

Remove real-time effects.

From then on, he would not suffer any loss if his disciple died.

All that sum will belong to him forever.

This is his biggest weakness.

Now, it has finally been completely erased.

From then on, there were no more worries.

Even if the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods descends, even if the ten thousand immortals of the Intercepting Sect are listed, even if countless disciples die or are injured.

His cultivation level will not drop in the slightest.

His foundation will not weaken in the slightest.

His supernatural powers will not dissipate in the slightest.

He would not forget even the slightest aspect of his skills.

His comprehension will not diminish in the slightest.

His luck will not be lost in the slightest.

Everything is stable now.

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

He raised his eyes and looked at the dormant source of demonic power.

Rahu.

The Nine Heavens of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Chaos Gods and Demons.

The moment he joined the Jie Sect, his total cultivation level was immediately reflected back onto him.

Xuandu closed his eyes to perceive.

Deep within the Purple Mansion, a vast primordial power is surging.

That was Rahu's feedback.

It is the source code accumulated by the Chaos Demon God of the Nine Heavens for billions of yuan.

It is the supreme foundation of the Nine Heavens of Primordial Chaos.

But the power was much weaker than expected.

It's more than ten times weaker.

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

He sensed the primordial energy surging into his body, and his mind raced with thoughts.

Rahu is too weak.

The true spirit collapsed, billions of yuan were lost, the source was exhausted, and the cultivation level plummeted.

Although it still possesses the realm of the Ninth Heaven, its true foundation has been reduced to less than one-tenth.

He was too hasty.

They were eager to reunite their true spirits.

They were eager to break free from the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

They are eagerly awaiting the opening of the Investiture of the Gods and the decline of the Xuanmen sect.

But he forgot that the current Rahu is nothing but an empty shell.

He possesses the realm of the Nine Heavens, but lacks the foundation of the Nine Heavens.

It has the origins of the Chaos God, but not the essence of the Chaos God.

He has the name of the Demon Ancestor, but not the substance of one.

The total cultivation level reported back was naturally greatly reduced.

Xuandu understood.

This was unexpected.

He originally thought that the source energy that Luo Hou received from joining the Jie Sect would be enough for him to break through to the Ninth Heaven.

Even higher.

But now it seems not enough.

Far from enough.

The primordial power surged into his body, cleansing his Primordial Dao Fruit and tempering his physical body and soul.

His cultivation level, initially at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, began to rise.

Mid-stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Late stage of the Seventh Heaven.

Peak of the Seventh Heaven.

That bottleneck has appeared before us.

The threshold between the seventh and eighth heavens is sturdy and heavy.

However, under the impact of Rahu's origin, the threshold began to loosen.

"Click."

A faint cracking sound rang out from the depths of the Purple Mansion.

"Click."

The second one.

"Click."

The third way.

The cracking sounds became more frequent, denser, and louder.

at last.

"boom!!!"

A muffled explosion resounded from within Xuandu's body!

Primordial Golden Immortal, Eighth Heaven!

The surge suddenly slowed down.

Rahu's feedback was completely exhausted at this moment.

Xuan Du's aura remained steadily at the early stage of the eighth heaven.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A faint hint of complexity flickered in the depths of those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

Early stage of the Eighth Heaven.

It's not the Ninth Heaven.

This was not the level he had envisioned.

Rahu is too weak.

So weak that even the feedback was diminished.

Xuan Du gently shook his head.

Oh well.

Reaching the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm is already quite an achievement.

It is more than ten thousand times stronger than the Seventh Heaven.

Moreover, the real-time effect has been eliminated.

That's the biggest gain.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of contentment and ease.

Eight Heavens.

enough.

As for the Nine Heavens, there's no rush.

The Investiture of the Gods has not yet begun.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had not yet been born.

The true sage has not yet returned to his rightful place.

Humanity has not yet awakened.

He still has time.

There's still a chance.

There are still many more disciples available.

More feedback is expected.

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

He raised his eyes and looked at the dormant source of demonic power.

Rahu.

Thank you.

Even though you are so weak.

Although you can't help me much.

But your origins, your roots, your involvement.

They have already given me more than enough help.

As for weakening the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)...

That was his original intention.

During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect was the ones destined to face this calamity.

Hongjun Daozu orchestrated the billion-dollar calamity to suppress the Jie Sect.

How could he sit idly by and wait for his death?

How could he let Hongjun have his way?

How could he allow the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect to be on the list?

No.

Absolutely not.

Therefore, he must retaliate.

They needed to lay out a backup plan before the Investiture of the Gods began.

Before Hongjun makes his move, he must ensure that he has no worries about the future.

The real-time effect has now been eliminated.

His cultivation has reached the eighth level.

The foundation is solid, and the heritage is profound.

When the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods arrives, it will be when the Dao Ancestor Hongjun personally appears.

He was not afraid.

He had no interest in Rahu's help.

Putting everything else aside, completing the task is enough.

Rahu is a being at the ninth level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Although he was so weak, his spiritual level was still there.

With him joining the Jie Sect, the system's rewards are already in hand.

The real-time effect has been removed.

This is the greatest gain.

As for whether Rahu can truly return, whether he can help him, and whether he can fight Hongjun, that's a matter for the future.

If it is possible, that would be good.

It doesn't matter if you can't.

He was a man of profound wisdom, never placing his hopes on others.

He only trusts himself.

I only believe in martial arts.

I only believe in the power that breaks free from constraints and transcends the mundane.

Xuandu turned around.

Step out.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished into the depths of Mount Sumeru in an instant.