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

Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian sensed the aura emanating from Lingxiao Palace and was filled with emotion.

If this were ten thousand years ago, who could have imagined that a Jade Emperor at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level could possess the true spirits of five Saints?

Who could have imagined that the true spirits of those five saints would bow down and submit to a quasi-saint?

The impending Investiture of the Gods before the billion-dollar event plunged the three religions into a bloodbath. In the end, it was their own saints who made the list.

The Primordial Lord, high above, schemed against the Jie Sect. Now, his true spirit is trapped in the Investiture of the Gods and is under the command of the Jade Emperor.

Lao Tzu transcended worldly affairs and never interfered in disputes. Now, his true spirit guards the East and is not free.

The Western Master Jieyin Zhunti, compassionate towards all living beings, now finds his true spirit being manipulated by Haotian.

This situation, let alone the five people involved, would seem absurd to anyone else.

Tongtian shook his head slightly, his smile faint, yet carrying a joy he had never experienced before.

"OK."

"This ending couldn't be better."

"It's much better than I imagined back then."

"If it weren't for Xuandu, all the immortals of the Jie Sect would probably have been on the list long ago, and there wouldn't be the scene we see today."

Tongtian murmured to himself, his voice like the evening drum and the morning bell, drifting throughout Biyou Palace.

"Although this child left decisively, the roots he left behind are extremely deep."

Just now.

He suddenly shuddered.

Those half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and a burst of light shone from the depths of those eyes, which were gleaming with sword light.

He sensed it.

An extremely sharp aura was approaching from the edge of the primordial wilderness.

That aura was like a sword, sharp and unparalleled.

His swordsmanship was different from that of the disciples of the Jie Sect, and even more so from the aura of any saint he knew.

Sharp, pure, and resolute.

Like an invisible sword, it is slowly slashing towards the primordial world.

Tongtian's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This aura...!"

In that instant, a thought flashed through his mind.

Hongjun? Could it be that Hongjun has returned?!

wrong.

Tongtian immediately rejected this idea.

Hongjun is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, walking the path of the Great Dao. His aura is ancient and vast, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

But this aura is different.

This aura contained only pure sword intent.

It is extremely sharp and extremely domineering.

Moreover, there was not a trace of the oppressive force of the Heavenly Dao that belonged to Hongjun.

Tongtian frowned, his mind racing.

That was indeed the aura of someone at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji realm, with a sense of oppression far exceeding that of a saint.

But who is that person?

Why did it suddenly appear on the edge of the primordial world?

Moreover, the direction of that sword intent was directly heading towards Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian stopped thinking about it.

He stood up and took a step forward.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was standing on the edge of the primordial world.

Everywhere you look, chaotic energy surges endlessly.

The sharp sword intent drew closer and grew stronger.

It was as if an invisible sword was tearing through the chaos, hurtling rapidly toward his location.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering slightly.

His sword intent flowed like water, and the Zhuxian sword intent circulated endlessly, condensing his own aura into a single point.

The fifth heaven of the sage.

He knew that his cultivation level was nothing compared to the newcomer, but the newcomer was the leader of the Jie Sect.

He is Xuandu's master.

He will not back down, nor can he back down.

Just as that sharp sword intent was about to reach the edge of the primordial world, Tongtian suddenly sensed another aura.

Not far from him, the void rippled silently.

A pale yellow figure slowly emerged from the ripples, her dress draped over her shoulders, her face cool and aloof.

The karmic patterns around his body flowed as if they were real, and the source of the earth surged like a tide.

Houtu.

She's here.

Houtu stood beside Tongtian, her chaotic eyes fixed on the approaching, sharp sword intent. Her voice was calm, yet tinged with solemnity:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you sensed it too?"

Tongtian nodded, without turning his head:

"Half-step to the peak of Hunyuan Taiji, the Great Dao of the Sword."

"It's not Hongjun."

"But he's not anyone from the primordial world either."

Houtu nodded slightly, her voice clear and cold:

"He's here."

The oppressive force of the sword intent drew ever closer, and even those at the peak of the ninth level of the Houtu Heaven instinctively held their breath in the face of this aura.

The chaotic energy was cleaved open by the sword intent, and a gray figure slowly emerged from the surging chaos.

The man was tall and slender with a cold and stern face, and his gray robe flowed like water.

He stood there, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He exuded no aura of power, yet the void beneath his feet solidified automatically.

The chaotic energy parted on its own a hundred feet in front of him, as if it dared not approach him even slightly.

Taixu.

He stood on the edge of the primordial wilderness, his sharp, sword-like eyes gazing at the heavens.

There was no hostility in their gaze, only scrutiny.

A moment of silence.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear as metal striking the ground:

"You are Xuandu's master?"

"The leader of the Jie Sect, Tongtian?"

Tongtian looked at him, his expression unchanged.

Deep within those eyes, where the sword light flowed, a faint glimmer flickered.

He sensed the newcomer's cultivation level. It was indeed at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji realm. Far above him, far above Houtu, and even far surpassing anyone in the primordial world.

But he didn't back down; he simply spoke, his voice calm, carrying the composure that comes with the weight of billions of dollars:

"Exactly."

"Who are you, fellow Daoist? Why have you come to my primordial world?"

The man gazed at the towering peak and remained silent for a moment.

He then spoke again, his voice still calm, yet carrying a solemnity that even he himself might not have realized:

"Tai Xu".

"From the Xuanji Heavenly Domain."

"By order of your disciple Xuandu, I will engage in a sword duel with you."

These few words, though brief, caused Tongtian to pause slightly in surprise.

He turned his head and looked at the pale yellow figure beside him.

Houtu was also looking at him, her chaotic eyes also showing a hint of surprise.

The Mysterious and Silent Heavenly Realm.

The destiny of Xuandu.

To debate swordsmanship with Tongtian.

The name and the purpose of their visit caused Tongtian and Houtu to fall silent for a brief moment.

A moment later, Tongtian withdrew his gaze and focused it back on the gray figure.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying a seriousness that came with the weight of millions of dollars:

"A sword duel?"

"it is good."

"Throughout my life, I have cultivated countless treasures, but only this sword remains."

"Now that you have arrived, fellow Daoist, please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, a slight glint flashed in Taixu's sharp eyes.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, as if to indicate his approval.

The sharp sword intent subtly receded around him, no longer radiating outwards.

He then took a step forward, landing in a void at the edge of the primordial wilderness.

He stood there, his gray robe hanging down, his face stern.

It's as if they're waiting.

Waiting for Tongtian to draw his sword.

Houtu stood still, gazing at the two figures and sensing the two different sword intents, before slowly retreating several hundred feet.

The pale yellow figure hovered in the void, its chaotic eyes gleaming faintly.

She didn't disturb them, she just watched quietly.

Taixu and Tongtian stand facing each other on the edge of the primordial wilderness.

The chaotic energy surged between the two, but within that surge, an invisible tension was slowly gathering.