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Xuan Du looked at him and said, slowly and deliberately:

"Become my disciple."

"I will restore your life and bring you back into the world."

As the sound faded, the void deep within the Ruins suddenly fell silent.

The three decaying beings fell silent simultaneously.

The withered figure with its eerie green eyes tilted its head slightly, as if pondering the meaning of those words.

The misty figure with crimson eyes trembled slightly, and some indescribable emotion surged within the mist.

The dark gold behemoth's low roar gradually subsided, and a dark red light flickered uncertainly in its empty eye sockets.

A moment later, the withered wooden figure let out a low laugh.

"Would you like to become my disciple?"

"You, a cultivator who has just entered the early stage of Hunyuan Taiji, dare to ask us to become your disciples?"

Do you know who we are?

"In our previous lives, we were all at the mid-stage of the Primordial Taiji realm."

"What gives you the right, a junior like yourself?"

Xuandu gazed at him, sensing the lingering essence of his origins within that decaying body.

Even though he perished in the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji, and only his remnant body remained, his foundational essence far surpassed that of an ordinary half-step Hunyuan Taiji.

If one can subdue them, one's own strength will increase even further.

Just as Xuandu was about to speak, the dark golden beast suddenly froze.

The dark red light in his empty eye sockets suddenly froze.

The decaying scales trembled slightly, as if even this long-rotten remains were being driven to tremble by some uncontrollable emotion.

His gaze was fixed on the gray-white figure in the center of the platform, on the figure whose face was blurred but whose aura was familiar, as it was reshaping its foundation.

Deep within those empty eye sockets, a dark red light surged like a tide.

Immediately, a complex emotion exploded within that light.

That was hatred.

Billions of dollars will accumulate into deep-seated hatred.

That was a deep-seated, unforgettable hatred.

The dark gold behemoth spoke, its voice hoarse like the grinding of metal, carrying a suppressed rage that had been building up for billions of yuan.

"Blood Abyss...it's you?!"

Those two words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant waters, stirring up countless waves.

Taixu stood a hundred feet away, his gray sword intent swirling slightly, his sharp eyes shifting back and forth between the dark gold behemoth and the figure in the center of the platform.

He sensed the weight of that hatred, and he also sensed the sudden change in the aura surrounding those three decaying beings.

On the platform, the gray-white figure of Blood Abyss paused slightly.

The process of reshaping the foundation paused for a moment, and those blurry eyes slowly opened, looking at the three decaying beings standing in the void.

His gaze lingered on the dark gold behemoth for a moment, then fell on the withered wooden figure, and then on the figure shrouded in mist.

Xueyuan's face remained blurry, but the lingering power of his will surged slightly for a moment.

"Kim Chil".

"The wood has withered."

"Hidden Mist".

He slowly uttered three names, his voice calm yet carrying a familiarity that hadn't diminished even after a multi-million dollar investment.

The dark gold behemoth's body suddenly trembled.

In his empty eye sockets, a dark red light suddenly surged, as if a ball of anger that had been suppressed for millions of years had exploded at this moment.

"Do you still remember us?"

"You actually still remember us?!"

His voice suddenly rose, and his decaying body lurched forward. Wisps of death energy seeped out from the gaps in his dark golden scales, condensing into twisted dark red patterns in the void.

The withered figure stood beside him, its dark green eyes also fixed on Xue Yuan, its withered fingers clenching slightly.

He remained silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice hoarse and low, yet carrying a chilling aura even more sinister than that of the dark gold behemoth.

"Blood Abyss, back then the three of us trusted you and joined forces with you to venture into that chaotic ancient land."

"You said there is an opportunity to break through to the peak of Hunyuan Taiji deep in that ancient land."

"The three of us believed you, and so we went with you."

"But what was the result?"

"The opportunity deep within the ancient land does indeed exist, but that opportunity is surrounded by innate restrictions and chaotic storms."

"You sent the three of us ahead to scout ahead, while you said you would provide support from the outside."

"We believe it."

"The three of us stepped into that storm and did everything in our power to clear a path for you."

"But what did we get in return?"

The withered wood's voice grew colder and deeper with each word it spoke.

"In return, you said, 'Thank you for clearing the way, fellow Daoists.'"

Then you turned and left.

"You took the core of that opportunity, leaving the three of us trapped in the chaotic storm."

"Our foundation is crumbling inch by inch in the storm, and our origin is being devoured layer by layer by the chaotic energy."

"We fought with all our might to escape that ancient land, but we only had one breath left."

"We dragged our badly wounded bodies to the Ruins of Return, and sank into this deathly aura with our broken bodies, relying on the decaying resentment of this place to maintain our last bit of life."

"We are slumbering here, half-dead, amidst the billions of dollars in revenue."

"And what about you?"

"You're something else."

"Not only will you live, but you will also rebuild the foundation of your Dao here?!"

"You're living a very comfortable life!"

Mu Ku's voice suddenly rose in the last sentence, and the light in his eerie green eyes was as intense as will-o'-the-wisps, as if he wanted to burn through the gray figure in the Blood Abyss.

Wuyin stood beside them, her crimson eyes flickering uncertainly in the mist.

He didn't speak, but the deathly aura surging around him said it all.

On the platform, Xue Yuan remained silent.

The gray figure lowered its head slightly, its blurry eyes staring at the three decaying beings, remaining silent for a long time.

The process of rebuilding the foundation has come to a complete halt.

Xuan Du stood at the edge of the platform, hands behind his back, sensing the undercurrents between the four auras.

He didn't interrupt, he just watched quietly.

Because he sensed the weight beneath the silence of the Blood Abyss.

That silence wasn't out of guilt or a guilty conscience, but something else entirely.

After a moment, Blood Abyss finally spoke.

His voice was calm, yet it carried a tranquility that came with the weight of millions of dollars.

"You're right."

"It was indeed I who led you to that chaotic ancient land back then."

"The opportunity that arose amidst the storm was indeed taken by me."

"Your foundations crumbled in the storm because of me."

"I accept these."

The withered, eerie green eyes of the tree suddenly narrowed.

The dark red aura of the golden behemoth surged suddenly.

Wuyin's crimson eyes flickered slightly.

They clearly hadn't expected Blood Abyss to admit all of this so readily.