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Shen Ni stood on the stone platform, his lips trembling slightly.

"Master... is he really about to attain the Primordial Taiji?"

He turned abruptly to face his disciples who were still cultivating on the floating land, his voice low and urgent:

"Everyone, cease your cultivation and look north!"

The newly initiated disciples awoke with a start, emerged from their cave dwellings, and stood up in front of the stone hall.

They looked up to the north, and then everyone froze.

Above that sky, golden light spread across the heavens and the vast Daoist energy surged forth as if it were a tangible force, bringing with it a sense of oppression that made them feel suffocated.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "What is that?"

Someone's face turned deathly pale: "This aura... what level of existence is it?"

The withered bone Taoist stood in the crowd, his turbid eyes wide open.

He cultivated for hundreds of millions of yuan, sold fragments of origin in Black Pillar Market his whole life, witnessed countless cultivators break through, and even sensed the aura of a half-step Hunyuan Taiji from afar.

But the fluctuations emanating from the sky at that moment far surpassed any breakthrough he had ever witnessed.

That was a power that made even a late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal tremble.

"That's... Hunyuan Taiji?" the withered bone Taoist murmured, his voice hoarse.

Lie Shan stood beside him, his dark golden eyes surging with an indescribable shock.

Although his cultivation level was only at the fifth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm, his perception of aura was extremely keen due to his status as a Chaos Beast who had attained enlightenment.

He could clearly sense that the rising power far exceeded the scope of any Primordial Grand Luo realm.

It even far exceeds the scope of Half-Step Hunyuan Taiji.

That is Hunyuan Taiji.

That was a realm that only the Chaos Gods could reach before Pangu created the world.

"Who is it?" Lie Shan abruptly turned his head to look at the figure in black robes on the stone platform. "Senior Shen Ni, who is that?"

Shen Ni remained silent.

He simply stood on the stone platform, his blood-gold eyes fixed on the northern sky, his cold and stern face surging with emotions he had never experienced in a billion years.

That's Master.

That is Xuandu.

That blue-clad man who came from the primordial era and has gradually come to be where he is today.

The one who took him as a disciple and rescued him from the humiliation of being hunted down.

That being who comprehended the laws of power in the Xuanji Secret Realm in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, who subdued Cangxuan in front of the Pangu Palace, who discussed the Dao with Qingmu in the Southern Realm, and who sent Taixu to the Primordial World with just a few words.

That being who rose from the peak of the ninth level of the Hunyuan Daluo Heaven to the half-step Hunyuan Taiji, and is now attempting to break through the threshold of Hunyuan Taiji.

Shen Ni slowly clenched his fists, his blood-gold nails digging into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

He gazed at the ever-brightening golden sky, and spoke in a low voice, hoarse yet carrying a solemnity he had never felt before in a billion-dollar event:

"That's my master."

"He is proving the Dao of Hunyuan Taiji."

The moment those four words were uttered by Shen Ni, the central floating land fell into a sudden silence.

The withered bone Taoist was stunned, the mountain-splitting man was stunned, the old woman Qinghe was stunned, and all the newly joined disciples were stunned.

Master?

That Master Jie, Xuandu?

Is he proving the Dao of Hunyuan Taiji?

Hunyuan Tai Chi!

That realm that only the Chaos God could reach, that domain that no one has set foot in since Pangu created the world, that threshold that even the half-step Primordial Taiji beings dream of but can never cross.

His master is currently attempting to break through to that realm.

Bai Chen stood in the crowd, his cold and stern face now devoid of any arrogance.

He gazed at the golden sky to the north, sensing the vast and boundless Daoist energy emanating from it, his fingers gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly.

He cultivates the way of the sword and considers himself exceptionally talented, never bowing his head even when facing those renowned masters.

But at this moment, as he gazed at the sky and the direction from which the golden light surged, he felt for the first time how insignificant he was.

He thought his sword was sharp enough, but the power contained in that Daoist aura made him unable to even muster the thought of drawing it.

"Hun Yuan Tai Chi..." Bai Chen repeated these four words in a low voice, his voice carrying a kind of awe that even he himself was unaware of.

Shen Ni ignored the disciples' reactions.

His gaze remained fixed on the northern sky.

In the northern direction, that golden light is rapidly expanding.

Centered on that radiance, the chaotic energy of the entire Xuanji Heaven Domain was churning wildly.

Those floating chaotic landmasses trembled violently amidst that Daoist aura.

The chaotic creatures that inhabited the floating lands lay prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Those powerful cultivators who had been in seclusion were all awakened from their caves.

Those beings at the Hunyuan Daluo level stared at the north with pale faces, their eyes filled with horror.

They sensed that aura.

That aura was pushing forward from the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji stage towards the threshold of Hunyuan Taiji.

That was something that even the Xuanji Heavenly Domain's billions of dollars had never seen before.

That was an existence on par with the first master of the Xuanji Heavenly Domain.

On the central floating land, Shenni finally made his move.

He turned to face the densely packed disciples of the Jie Sect standing on the floating land. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority:

"Our master is currently attaining enlightenment; this is a momentous event for our Jie Sect."

"Everyone, concentrate and stay calm, don't panic."

"If there are any unusual movements, I will handle them."

Upon hearing this, the disciples took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in their hearts, and turned their gaze back to the golden sky in the north.

In the northern direction, the golden light had become extremely intense.

......

On the floating lands of the North, golden light filled the sky.

The light was so intense that it resembled a great sun rising from the depths of chaos, dyeing billions of miles of void into a dazzling gold.

Xuan Du sat cross-legged on a stone platform in the center of the floating land, his blue robes hanging down and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

He hadn't had high expectations when he received feedback from refining Qingmu and Cangxuan.

The foundation of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji peak has been stuck at the bottleneck of the top Chaos Demon God level for far too long.

The lingering resentment of Blood Abyss helped him reach the top, but that final sliver of distance was like an insurmountable chasm standing before him on his path.

He originally thought that he could only cross that threshold by waiting for Taixu to return from the prehistoric world and relying on Taixu's feedback.

He was stunned when the refining process was only halfway through.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the feedback force was not limited to only the two paths of Qingmu and Cangxuan.

The feedback forces were dense and layered, like countless streams flowing into the sea, continuously surging into the depths of his origin.

Xuan Du suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a bright light shone from those eyes that were as calm as an ancient well.

He sensed it.

Those subtle feedback forces, each one weak, could even be described as insignificant.

But there are too many.

Thousands upon thousands of them, densely packed, like rivers flowing into the sea.

That was the Jie Sect branch established by Shen Ni on the central floating land, and those tens of thousands of newly joined disciples.

Although their cultivation levels varied, their backgrounds were far less profound than those of Cangxuan and Qingmu.

However, the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

The faint feedback forces converged, like trickles of water becoming rivers, and rivers becoming the sea.

The sea was raging toward the final hurdle in his journey.