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Xuan Du paused, but did not turn around. He simply stood to the side, his blue robe fluttering slightly.

"Fellow Daoist, have you figured it out?"

On the floating land, the enormous figure slowly raised its head.

A pair of dark blue eyes peered from beneath the tortoise shell, landing on the figure in green robes.

In that gaze, there was scrutiny, hesitation, and also a very faint hint of interest.

A moment later, the voice rang out again.

"Come in."

"However, I have something to say that I must make clear first."

"If you're just trying to lure me into a trap with the matter of the spiritual vein, I won't let you leave the Northern Territory alive."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du stopped in his tracks.

He did not turn around, but stood sideways in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly and his black hair falling down.

In that instant, a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Talking is giving you face."

"You really think I'm an easy target?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up.

The aura of a half-step peak Hunyuan Taiji master surged forth without reservation.

It's not just a little bit, not just a wisp of smoke, it's everywhere.

Like a torrent of water pouring down, like the sky turning upside down.

In an instant, that aura enveloped the entire northern region, the dark brown floating continent, and the massive, crouching figure.

The void suddenly froze, and the chaotic energy within a radius of 100,000 li (approximately 50,000 kilometers) completely stilled.

The floating pebbles, the surging air currents, and the tiny dust particles suspended in the void all came to a stop.

It was as if the entire world was being held in the grasp of an invisible hand.

Cang Xuan's raised head remained suspended in mid-air.

Those dark blue eyes originally held scrutiny, vigilance, and a hint of attraction.

But at this moment, the light in those eyes froze completely.

He sensed it; that aura was at the peak of the Half-Step Primordial Taiji realm.

He's two minor realms higher than him.

He, Cangxuan, cultivated for hundreds of millions of yuan, occupied the northern border, using ten thousand mountains as armor and Xuanming as a blade, reaching the mid-stage of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji realm.

In this Xuanji Heavenly Domain, there are very few people who can make him bow his head.

There are very few things that he can be wary of.

But when the figure in green stood there and released his aura, he realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

He couldn't sense Xuan Du's cultivation level earlier and thought that the other party was only at the peak of the ninth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm, and that he was hiding his realm with some kind of spiritual treasure that concealed his aura.

Such things are not uncommon in this Xuanji Heavenly Domain.

Some cultivators, though not highly skilled, possess extraordinary items that can evade the perception of stronger individuals.

He's seen it all.

So he didn't take it to heart.

But at this moment, as that aura pressed down like a tsunami, he realized that there was no hidden spiritual treasure or concealment of his aura.

The difference in their cultivation levels was too great, so great that his perception couldn't even touch the edge of Xuandu's cultivation.

Like an ant looking up at the sky, unable to see how high the sky is.

Cang Xuan remained silent, the light in the depths of his dark blue eyes flickering uncertainly.

He was originally a chaotic ancient beast who attained enlightenment, dominating with his physical body, using tortoise shells as shields, and mountains as his army.

With his billions in assets, he roamed freely in the North, and no one dared to provoke him.

Even the old tree of Qingmu, and the unfathomable Taixu, never made him truly bow his head.

But at this moment, he lowered his head.

The aura emanating from that figure in green was so oppressive that he had to exert effort even to lift his head.

It was an instinctive suppression brought about by an absolute difference in cultivation level; it was a heavy pressure that could only be generated when one's cultivation level was two minor realms higher.

Cang Xuan slowly, very slowly lowered his head.

Those dark blue eyes no longer met Xuan Du's gaze, but instead lowered slightly, landing on the black rocks of the floating continent.

"you......"

He spoke, his voice hoarse, carrying a dryness he had never experienced before with hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xuan Du stared at him, his aura still surging like a tide, showing no sign of abating.

"I already said that."

"The Primordial Intercepting Sect, Xuandu."

"I've come today to discuss something."

Cang Xuan remained silent.

He gazed at the figure in blue robes, at that young yet composed face, at that person whose aura made the entire floating continent tremble, yet whose face remained as calm as an ancient well.

He had never met anyone like this before, even with a billion-dollar sum.

Be neither arrogant nor humble, neither proud nor impatient.

His breath was as majestic as a mountain, and his words as gentle as a spring breeze.

Such a person, if they are just looking for trouble, will not say the words "we have something to discuss".

Cang Xuan spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

"What do you want to discuss?"

Xuandu stared at him, and after a moment, the overwhelming aura slowly subsided.

Like the receding tide, like the dissipation of twilight.

The void of the entire Northern Territory began to flow again.

The still pebbles drifted down slowly, and the solidified chaotic energy surged anew.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

But Cangxuan knew that it was not a dream.

He had already memorized the aura of that figure in green.

It's etched into the bones and imprinted in the blood.

I can't forget it even if I want to.

Xuan Du stepped onto the floating continent.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the floating land, gazing at the massive, reclining figure.

His gaze swept over the innate Dao patterns on the tortoise shell, over the several black mountains, and over the solemnity that had not yet completely dissipated in his dark blue eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Cangxuan, how long have you been stuck at the mid-stage of the Half-Step Primordial Taiji realm, having cultivated for billions of yuan?"

The five words fell like a light stone falling into water.

Cang Xuan shuddered.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of those dark blue eyes.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at that young yet composed face, and hesitated to speak.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and heavy, carrying a weariness he had never mentioned to anyone, not even in a billion-dollar meeting.

"It's been a long time."

"So long that I've forgotten how long."

"All I remember is that after that spiritual vein was sealed, there was no longer any opportunity for me to break through in this celestial realm."

"I guard the North, I guard this floating land, I guard these sacred mountains."

"But if we keep defending, we're just making no progress."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"I have never told anyone about the billion-dollar event."

"Because it's pointless to say anything."

"In this celestial realm, no one can help me."

Xuan Du looked at him, but didn't rush to reply.

He simply stood there, waiting for Cang Xuan to finish speaking.

Then he spoke.

"What if I told you I could help you break through?"

As the number nine fell, the void suddenly fell silent.

Cang Xuan gazed at him, the light in the depths of his dark blue eyes flickering uncertainly.

"you?"

"You just said that you yourself are only at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji."

"How can I break through this barrier?"

Xuan Du looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"If you are willing to become my disciple, I can help you break through your bottleneck."

"Within a thousand years, you will be able to enter the late stage of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji realm."

"Within ten thousand years, you will be able to reach the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji."

"By then, although you will still be below me, you will be able to stand on equal footing with any being in this Xuanji Heavenly Domain."

Cang Xuan's dark blue eyes suddenly froze.

He had heard countless requests at the billion-dollar meeting.

Some asked him to give them a mountain, while others asked him to lend them a wisp of primordial chaos.

Some people asked him to kill their enemies, while others asked him to open a safe passage through the northern border.

But no one has ever offered to take him as a disciple.