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Shen Ni stepped forward, raised his hand, and a blood-gold light condensed in his palm, which he gently pressed against the barrier.

"Buzz".

Ripples spread slowly across the barrier, revealing a portal emerging from within them.

Within the portal, the chaotic energy was even more concentrated and ancient, carrying a weighty weight accumulated over billions of years.

Xuandu gazed at the gate, and without hesitation, stepped inside.

Shen Ni followed closely behind, his black robes billowing as he disappeared into the chaotic energy.

Within the gate, the sky is high and the land is wide.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast and boundless void.

In the void, the chaotic energy no longer surged and raged, but flowed slowly, gathering into seas, condensing into mountains, and transforming into countless strangely shaped chaotic floating continents.

Those floating islands suspended in the void, some only a few feet in diameter, others stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, like a world unto itself.

On the floating land, there are ancient trees reaching the sky, babbling springs, strange rocks, and exotic beasts.

The ancient trees had branches and leaves of a chaotic color, the spiritual springs flowed with innate Daoist charm, the strange rocks were engraved with patterns of laws, and the strange beasts were surrounded by a fierce aura.

The aura of a Primordial Grand Luo, the aura of a Primordial Golden Immortal, and even the occasional fleeting remnant of a half-step Primordial Taiji.

They complement each other, like ten thousand stars twinkling.

Xuandu stood in the void, hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping across this vast celestial realm.

In that instant, he sensed it.

In the far distance, towards the northern border, an ancient and unrestrained aura lies dormant beneath the earth like a volcano in slumber.

That was the ancient chaotic beast Cangxuan.

In the southern direction, a calm and vast aura, like the roots of a giant tree, lingered in the void, unmoved for eternity.

That is the Chaos Spirit Root Green Wood.

To the east, there was nothing but emptiness; nothing could be sensed.

That is the direction where Taixu lives in seclusion.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked at Shenni.

Shen Ni stood beside him, his blood-gold eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

Returning to familiar ground, the emotions that had been building up for hundreds of millions of yuan surged up at this moment.

But he quickly suppressed those emotions and said in a low voice:

"Master, according to the rules of the Xuanji Heavenly Domain, anyone who enters the Heavenly Domain must register their name and origin at the Heavenly Domain Platform."

"This is a rule jointly established by those three half-step Hunyuan Taiji masters back then, and even the ninth level of Hunyuan Daluo cannot disobey it."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Registered name and origin?"

"This celestial realm certainly has quite a few rules."

Shen Ni nodded.

"Those three beings each govern their own affairs and do not interfere with each other."

"But they did agree on this point."

"Those without names or titles will be driven out by the combined forces of the Heavenly Realm."

"They might even be completely wiped out."

"This is how they maintain order."

Xuan Du remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"In that case, let's go to the registration office."

Shen Ni bowed slightly, then turned and walked towards a certain place in the void.

Xuan Du followed closely behind, the two figures traveling one after the other through the vast and boundless chaotic floating continent.

Along the way, numerous auras emerged from the floating landmass, sweeping over the two of them.

The auras varied in strength, with the strongest reaching the seventh level of the Primordial Grand Luo Realm and the weakest reaching the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm.

However, those auras all retreated after sensing the fierce and malevolent energy surging around Shen Ni.

It was as if those blood-gold eyes and that pitch-black figure still possessed a lingering aura of fear in this celestial realm.

A moment later, a huge floating continent appeared in front of them.

The floating continent stretched for millions of miles, and in the center of it rose a magnificent altar.

The altar was grayish-white and made of an unknown, chaotic stone.

The altar was covered with Daoist patterns, each one glowing faintly and illuminating the entire floating continent.

Beside the altar, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The man was short, with a gaunt face, and wore a drab gray robe, making him quite unremarkable.

But those eyes were extremely bright, as bright as stars, as bright as a knife's edge.

That's the cultivation level of the seventh level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm.

The god descended before the altar and paused slightly.

The gaunt figure looked up, his gaze initially indifferent, then suddenly sharpening.

A faint hint of surprise flashed deep within those eyes, bright as blades.

"God's Rebellion?"

He spoke, his voice hoarse, carrying a rusty quality from not speaking for a long time.

"You dare to come back?"

Shen Ni gazed at him, his blood-gold eyes gleaming with a calm, still light.

"The Bone-Dry Taoist".

"Even if billions of dollars disappear, you'll still be the same."

The figure known as the Bone-Skeleton Taoist snorted coldly, a mocking expression appearing on his gaunt face.

"How many of my disciples did you swallow back then, and how many powerful figures did you offend? You just swagger back like this, aren't you afraid those people will come after you?"

Shen Ni did not answer, but simply stepped aside to let the figure in green behind him pass.

The withered bone Taoist followed Shen Ni's movements and looked down at the figure in green.

For a moment, he was stunned.

The light in those razor-sharp eyes suddenly froze.

The man in blue stood with his hands behind his back. He had a youthful face, and his aura was as deep and restrained as a bottomless abyss. No trace of his imposing presence was leaking out.

At first glance, he was just an ordinary monk.

But the Bone Daoist has cultivated for billions of years and has seen countless powerful figures and countless disguises.

His eye for people had long been honed to be sharper than a blade.

The man in blue stood there, seemingly ordinary, yet the void beneath his feet automatically solidified.

The surging chaotic energy stopped on its own when it came within three zhang of him.

It was as if the entire heavens bowed down before him.

What shocked the withered bone Taoist even more was that Shen Ni was standing behind him.

They are not standing side by side, nor are they each occupying a separate side.

He was standing behind me.

It was a slight bow, lowered gaze, and a respectful posture.

That ferocious beast king, that malevolent lord who devoured countless chaotic beings, that supreme being who once roamed freely in this celestial realm.

At this moment, he stood behind the man in blue like a servant.

The withered bone Taoist took a deep breath, suppressing the surging horror in his heart.

He looked at Xuandu and spoke, his voice much lower.

"Fellow Daoist..."

"I don't know how to address you?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm as still water, without a trace of emotion beneath.

"Xuan Du".

Upon hearing this, the Bone-Dry Taoist pondered the name.

"Xuan Du..."

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the primordial world?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"The Primordial World, the Jie Sect."

As the four words fell, the expression on the withered bone Taoist's face changed slightly.

The Intercepting Sect.

Although he was far away in the Xuanji Heaven Domain, he had heard some things about what was happening in the Primordial World.

During that Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, Hongjun was banished, and all five saints perished.

Behind that was a force called the Jie Sect.

Within the Jie Sect, the man in blue robes who was said to be infallible in his calculations was named Xuandu.

As the withered bone Taoist gazed at the figure before him, the chill in his heart deepened.

This is the man who reversed the Heavenly Way, banished Hongjun, and destroyed five saints.

This is the person who balanced the three paths of the primordial world and broke the predetermined fate of the Heavenly Dao.

This is the man who subdued Shenni and made the King of Ferocious Beasts willingly become his disciple.

The Bone Daoist remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice carrying a solemnity that even he himself was unaware of.

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, now that you have entered the Xuanji Heavenly Domain, you must abide by the rules of the Heavenly Domain."

"Those without names or titles shall not linger, shall not enter the secret realm, and shall not covet the resources of the Heavenly Realm."

"Fellow Daoist, you must register your name and origin on the Heavenly Platform before you can move freely."

"That's the rule."