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

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, a grayish-white mist slowly drifted.

The three decaying figures stood motionless in the void for a long time.

In Jin Qi's empty eye sockets, a dark red light flickered, as if he were weighing something.

The withered, dark green eyes drooped, and the dry, lifeless fingers held no light.

Wuyin's crimson eyes were closed, and the grayish-brown mist slowly dissipated.

Silence, a long silence.

Then Kim Chil made his move.

The massive, dark gold body slowly lowered, its decaying scales making a soft, rustling sound in the gray-white mist.

He lowered his head, his empty eye sockets staring at Xuan Du, the dark red light flickering slightly in the abyss.

"it is good."

The single word fell, crushing everything in its path as if the weight of a multi-million dollar sum had been utterly crushed.

"I want to become your disciple."

Mu Ku raised his eerie green eyes, his withered figure leaning slightly forward, his hoarse voice echoing in the mist:

"I also want to become your disciple."

Wu Yin did not speak, but his grayish-brown mist slowly condensed into a blurry figure, bowing slightly towards Xuan Du.

That posture is the answer.

Xuandu stood on the platform, gazing at the three prostrate figures, sensing the three decaying yet profound auras.

He nodded slightly, the smile on his lips deepening slowly:

"It is a great fortune for the Jie Sect that the three fellow Daoists are willing to become disciples."

"From this day forward, you are disciples of Xuandu."

"Joining the Jie Sect and receiving its protection also provides an opportunity for breakthrough."

Jin Qi straightened up, his dark red eyes fixed on Xuan Du, his voice hoarse yet calm:

"Master is right."

"We disciples are trapped in the Guixu Billion Yuan Club and have long had enough of this decaying body."

"If I can regain my life, what's wrong with becoming an apprentice?"

Mu Ku stood beside him, his eerie green eyes flickering slightly, and nodded in agreement.

Wuyin didn't speak, but he slightly subdued his aura, as if to express his agreement.

Xuandu looked at them, watching the three figures slowly straighten up in the mist.

Three beings at the mid-stage of the Primordial Chaos Taiji realm perished in the Yuanhui, their remains decaying, yet their foundations remained astonishingly profound.

If we can subdue them, our own strength will increase even further.

Xuan Du's thoughts raced, but he said nothing more.

"Now that I have become your disciple, I will begin my cultivation within the Chaos Pearl."

"There is an independent world inside the pearl, rich in chaotic energy, which is suitable for you to stabilize your remaining bodies."

Upon hearing this, Jin Qi's dark red eyes flickered slightly.

"The Chaos Pearl? Master actually possesses such a treasure?"

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

Forty-nine chaotic restrictions lit up simultaneously, and a chaotic beam of light surged from the pearl, enveloping the figures of Jin Qi, Mu Ku, and Wu Yin.

"Let's insert the beads."

Without hesitation, Jin Qi strode toward the pillar of light with his massive dark gold body.

The withered tree followed closely behind, its emaciated form appearing and disappearing in the gray-white mist.

The mist transformed into a grayish-brown wisp of mist, disappearing into the pillar of light like flowing water.

Three figures, three auras, all disappeared into the Chaos Pearl.

A faint ripple spread slowly across the surface of the bead before returning to calm.

Xuandu retrieved the Chaos Pearl into his palm, sensing the three slowly descending auras within it.

Jin Qi landed on a desolate mountain peak, his dark golden scales glowing faintly in the chaotic energy within the pearl.

The withered tree fell at the foot of the mountain, and its emaciated form slowly sat cross-legged in the mist.

The mist transformed into a cloud of grayish-brown mist, suspended in the void, with crimson eyes appearing and disappearing in the depths of the mist.

Business as usual.

Xuandu stood there, gazing at the Chaos Pearl in his palm, yet a faint unease stirred within him.

The unease was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.

Kim Chil agreed too quickly.

Mu Ku agreed too quickly.

Although Wuyin didn't say anything, his bow was remarkably decisive.

The three beings whose Dao foundations were shattered by the Blood Abyss and who were trapped in the Returning Ruins Billion Yuan Society were persuaded by just a few words?

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

His Dao heart has been cultivated to the level of Hunyuan Taiji, and his perception of cause and effect is far greater than before.

The feedback power from those apprenticeships was indeed surging into his body, one after another, deep and profound.

That is indeed the foundation and basis of someone who existed in the middle stage of Hunyuan Taiji; it cannot be faked.

But Xuan Du always felt that something was wrong.

He stood still, sensing the changes in the three auras within the Chaos Pearl.

Jin Qi's aura flowed slowly within the inner world of the pearl, like a boulder sinking to the bottom of the water.

The aura of the withered wood surged slightly, but quickly subsided.

The aura of the hidden mist is the faintest, so faint that it is almost imperceptible, like a wisp of smoke dissipating into the void.

Xuan Du's unease deepened slightly, but then he shook his head.

Everything went too smoothly.

From accepting Cangxuan and Qingmu as disciples, to reshaping the Dao foundation in the Blood Abyss, and then to these three decaying beings taking the initiative to become disciples, everything went so smoothly that it made people feel uneasy.

But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that what he needed was feedback from the three of them, and as long as that was confirmed, that would be enough.

As for what other schemes they might be harboring, Xuan Du didn't care.

He was already at the early stage of Hunyuan Taiji, and he also possessed the supernatural power of One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones. Each of these three Dao bodies was exactly the same as his original self, so even if he couldn't win, he could still run away.

Moreover, with the Chaos Pearl in hand, even if the three of them made any unusual moves, he could instantly escape into the pearl to avoid disaster.

If anything seems amiss later, just kill them.

Xuandu suppressed the faint doubt in his heart and put the Chaos Pearl back into the depths of his Purple Mansion.

"Let's go."

He turned around and looked towards the void.

"Blood Abyss's foundation reconstruction will take some time, so I will stay here to protect him. You should guard the perimeter and prevent outsiders from approaching."

Taixu nodded slightly, and his gray figure slowly retreated towards the outer edge of Guixu.

The sharp sword intent flowed endlessly around him, like an invisible barrier that kept the gray-white mist at least ten feet away.

On the platform, Xuandu sat cross-legged.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his Purple Mansion, sensing the movement of the three auras within the Chaos Pearl.

Jin Qi slowly fell silent atop the desolate mountain within the pearl, his dark red eyes slightly closed.

Mu Ku sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, his eerie green eyes half-open and half-closed.

The mist remained suspended in the void, its grayish-brown mist slowly swirling, as if it were cultivating or waiting.

Business as usual.

Xuandu sensed for a moment but found nothing unusual.

He slowly regained his composure and focused his attention back on the gray-white figure in the Blood Abyss that was rebuilding its Dao foundation.

Blood Abyss's lingering resentment slowly solidified within the dark red primordial crystal, and its blurry face began to take shape.

The process of rebuilding the foundation is progressing steadily and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, should be completed in another half day.

Xuan Du's smile deepened slightly.

But what he didn't know was that the moment he regained his composure...

Inside the Chaos Pearl, atop that desolate mountain peak.

Jin Qi's tightly closed, dark red eyes suddenly opened.

The light was no longer the silent and submissive light it had been before, but a fierce light that had been suppressed for millions of years.

Beneath the barren mountainside, those eerie green eyes slowly opened.

The gray-brown mist surrounding Wuyin trembled slightly, and his crimson eyes lit up from the depths of the mist.

Three decaying figures simultaneously gazed at a certain point in the void.

That's the direction of the Chaos Pearl's exit.

That was the direction where Xuandu's mind was.

Jin Qi slowly stood up, his dark golden scales trembling slightly in the chaotic energy.

His hoarse voice was kept extremely low, so low that only Mu Ku and Wu Yin beside him could hear it.

"The time has come."

The withered, eerie green eyes flickered slightly:

"His mind has returned to normal, and this is the moment when he is most relaxed. If we don't act now, we will have no other chance."

Wuyin didn't speak, but his crimson eyes were already shining like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.