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Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"You've gained more from this trip than I expected."

Taixu nodded slightly:

"The sword strike from the Tongtian Sect Leader made me understand the true meaning of a pure sword heart."

"He will dedicate hundreds of millions of dollars to protecting the Jie Sect, protecting the human race, and upholding his original aspirations."

"Although I cannot protect all living beings like he does, I can protect my master."

"This sentiment is the same as that of the Tongtian Sect Leader in protecting the Jie Sect."

Xuandu gazed at the void, his eyes slightly deep.

He sensed that the newly emerging feedback power within the system's light screen was continuously flowing into Taixu's body.

Taixu is a sword cultivator at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji realm, and he cultivates the pure sword Dao. His foundation is far deeper than that of ordinary cultivators.

The moment that feedback force entered his body, Xuandu sensed the subtle changes in his foundation.

He lowered his eyes slightly, sensing the change.

The lower-grade Hongmeng foundation is slowly rising.

Although Taixu's feedback wasn't enough for him to leap directly from the lower grade to the middle grade, the increase was still 30% greater than that of Cangxuan and Qingmu combined.

"good."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice.

"Your background is indeed deeper than that of Cangxuan and Qingmu."

"I benefited greatly from this bow."

Upon hearing this, Taixu's brows twitched slightly.

He did not delve into the deeper meaning of Xuan Du's words, but simply stood before the stone platform, his gray robe hanging down, his expression calm.

"Now that Master has attained the Dao of Primordial Taiji, what are your plans for the future?"

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast emptiness in the distance.

Above the northern sky, the starry river had slowly condensed into a silvery-white halo suspended above the floating land, as dazzling as the rising sun.

The green branches and leaves drooped low, and the emerald green light flowed endlessly between the cracks in the stone platform.

He sensed the vast, ocean-like power within his body, and his initial stage of Hunyuan Taiji had become completely stable.

But he knew in his heart that this was only the beginning.

"I plan to go to Guixu."

Xuan Du spoke, but his voice was not loud.

Upon hearing this, Taixu's sharp eyes lit up slightly.

"The Ruins of Return? The ruins formed after the fall of a peak Hunyuan Taiji being?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"As mentioned before, fragments of that being's laws and primordial essence remain in the Ruins of Blood Abyss."

"If I can comprehend this, it might help me solidify my realm, or even advance further."

"Moreover, the remnant spirit of the Blood Abyss still lacks a stable vessel."

"Perhaps the opportunity to rebuild his foundation can be found within the Ruins of Return."

Taixu remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"This disciple will accompany Master."

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

"You're not afraid of danger."

Taixu's expression remained unchanged:

"As I said, from now on, I will wield this sword for you."

"Wherever Master goes, this disciple will go."

"Even if there are great dangers deep within the Ruins of Return, this disciple's sword can cleave the way forward."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not utter any further words of refusal.

He turned and looked south.

Above that sky, the chaotic energy continued to surge endlessly.

"Shennie is still on the central floating continent, Cangxuan is cultivating in the Chaos Pearl, and Qingmu is rooted in the southern region."

"These three beings, each at the half-step Hunyuan Taiji level, guard their respective regions, and the foundation of the Jie Sect's branch sects is now solid."

"If any of them were to accompany me on this journey to the Ruins, it would only attract unnecessary attention."

"You coming with me is enough."

Taixu nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Two figures, one after the other, stepped out of the Northern Floating Land and passed through the surging chaotic energy.

They slowly headed north towards the Xuanji Heavenly Domain.

The void grew darker and darker as they traveled.

Those floating lands are becoming increasingly sparse.

The chaotic energy began to become viscous and heavy, like an invisible barrier pressing down on the void.

Xuan Du walked ahead, his green robes fluttering slightly, and the aura of Hunyuan Taiji naturally emanated outward, pushing away all the viscous chaotic energy.

Taixu followed closely behind, his gray sword intent flowing around him like water, completely isolating the remaining pressure a few feet away.

They traveled for about half a day.

The chaotic energy ahead suddenly cleared away.

A grayish-white mist stretching across the void appeared before the two of them.

The mist churned endlessly, its gray-white surface faintly glowing with a dark red light, like a barrier woven from blood and sand.

Within the mist, countless shattered remnants of chaos appeared and disappeared.

Some are as large as mountains, while others are as small as dust.

Each piece of debris retains a decaying yet ancient Daoist charm.

That was the ruins formed after the Dao foundation of a peak Hunyuan Taiji being collapsed.

Return to the ruins.

Arrived.

Xuandu stopped and gazed at the gray-white mist.

Taixu stood beside him, a faint light gathering in the depths of his sharp eyes.

He sensed the decaying aura emanating from the mist, a lingering Daoist charm carrying the scent of death.

Even though that peak Hunyuan Taiji being had perished for billions of yuan, the remaining Daoist aura was still as dense as a tangible substance.

"It truly lives up to its reputation."

Taixu spoke in a low voice.

"The Daoist aura remaining in this Ruins is several times stronger than I imagined."

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly as he sensed the thickness and extent of the mist.

"Blood Abyss said that the resentment mist outside the Ruins is so thick that even a being at the ninth level of the Primordial Grand Luo Realm would have their Dao Heart corrupted if they inhaled it."

"However, this fog of resentment has little effect on the two of us. The only thing we need to be careful of is the fragments of will that may remain among the fragments of laws deep within the fog."

He paused, then turned to Taixu:

"Come inside with me, and don't get lost."

Taixu nodded slightly.

Xuan Du raised his hand, and the Chaos Pearl rose from his palm.

Forty-nine chaotic restrictions lit up simultaneously, transforming into a chaotic light curtain that enveloped the two of them.

Wherever the light curtain passed, the gray-white mist of resentment dissipated upon contact.

Like ice and snow meeting the sun, they automatically retreat.

"Walk."

Xuan Du uttered a single word and was the first to step into the gray-white mist.

Taixu followed closely behind, his gray sword intent slightly extending outwards, completely isolating the remaining mist a few feet away.

Within the mist, the number of shattered, chaotic remnants increased.

Some of the remains still bear traces of certain laws and patterns. Although they have long since crumbled, those traces still exude a profound and unsettling quality.

Xuan Du's gaze swept over the remains, sensing the remnants of laws contained within them.

Those fragmented notes were chaotic and broken, like a torn scroll.

Yet within that brokenness lay countless gleaned inspirations.

He stopped and landed on a fragment that was about a hundred feet in diameter.

The fragment had a very faint pattern engraved on its surface. Although the pattern was broken, the level of power contained in the lines far exceeded any law fragments he had seen in the Xuanji Secret Realm.

"The lingering influence of the laws at the pinnacle of Hunyuan Taiji."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice.

"Even if only one ten-thousandth remains, it is enough for an ordinary half-step Hunyuan Taiji to comprehend tens of thousands of Yuanhui."

Taixu landed beside him, sensing the lingering charm flowing within the pattern.

"This foundation is indeed far stronger than the fragments of laws in the Profound Silence Secret Realm."

Xuan didn't rush to comprehend it.

He continued forward, passing through the gray-white mist, slowly advancing into the depths of the Ruins.

The deeper one goes, the more complete those fragments of laws become, and the richer the remaining Daoist charm becomes.

Some fragments even contained a faint trace of primordial power, like the last wisp of life that the being had not yet dissipated when he fell.

Xuandu sensed those primordial powers, but did not take them.

His purpose in returning to the Void was not only to seek an opportunity for breakthrough, but also to achieve something even more important.

To rebuild the foundation of the Blood Abyss.

Although the remnant of Blood Abyss has broken away from the spiritual vein node, it is still just a remnant of spirit. Without a stable vessel, it will eventually dissipate completely.

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, in the ruins transformed from the fallen peak of Hunyuan Taiji, there may lie precious objects capable of bearing the lingering resentment.