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Xuandu stood in the void, closed his eyes, and his divine sense spread out like a tide.

He planned to find a safe place to refine the feedback first.

Within a radius of one million li.

Thousands of miles away.

Hundreds of millions of miles.

The divine sense, carrying the oppressive power of the Primordial Taiji, caused the dark red blood clouds to dissipate silently, like a thin mist meeting the sun.

He was looking for a safe and stable place.

A place where no one can disturb him, a stable place where he can safely refine Jin Qi's three profound foundations without interruption.

His divine sense extended to a distance of 240 million miles.

Then, he paused.

The edge of that area looked as if it had been sliced ​​cleanly by an invisible blade.

His spiritual sense could not penetrate deeper.

It wasn't that the chaotic energy was too dense, the laws were too disordered, or that a powerful being had set up a restriction to deliberately block it.

Rather, it is a deeper form of rejection.

That area, roughly ten million miles in circumference, is an irregularly shaped sphere suspended in the chaotic bottom layer to the north of Guixu.

From the outside, everything looked normal, just like the vast expanse of void he had just passed through. The hazy, chaotic energy slowly surged, with a few broken pieces of chaotic debris occasionally drifting by.

But the moment his divine sense approached the edge of that area, all his perception seemed to hit an invisible wall and silently slipped away.

Xuan Du opened his eyes, and the smile that had appeared on his lips due to the feedback from the refining process slowly faded.

"interesting."

After saying those two words, he turned around and walked towards that area.

He didn't use his divine sense to continue probing; he simply followed the directions in his memory and walked there step by step.

He stopped after walking for about half an incense stick's time.

Before me lay an ordinary, chaotic void.

A hazy, gray air current slowly churned, with a few pieces of debris floating among them, varying in size and shape.

If he hadn't sensed something amiss beforehand, it would have appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary corner of ruins.

Xuan Du stood outside that void, hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering slightly.

He gazed at the seemingly ordinary chaotic energy, his eyes calm, yet beneath that calm lay a hint of cautious scrutiny.

A moment later, he raised his hand, and a wisp of extremely fine chaotic energy surged from his fingertip, probing towards that void.

The wisp of chaotic energy extended forward silently, and the moment it touched the edge of that void, it vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

There was no rebound, no collision, no resistance.

It simply disappeared.

It was as if that void had no intention of accepting it.

Xuan Du withdrew that wisp of chaotic energy, raised an eyebrow, and then extended another wisp, thicker than the previous one, carrying a trace of martial arts law, and once again probed towards that void.

The result was exactly the same as before.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, it didn't even cause a ripple.

He tried again, this time directly condensing the pressure of the early stage of Hunyuan Taiji into a beam of light as thin as a needle tip, and piercing towards that void.

The beam of light paused slightly when it touched the edge of that void.

Then, as if gently pushed aside by an invisible force, it deflected at an imperceptible angle, slid into the surrounding chaotic energy, and disappeared.

Xuan Du withdrew his power and remained silent for a moment.

"It is neither a prohibition nor a legal formation."

"It's as if this void itself is rejecting everything foreign."

He whispered, his voice echoing faintly in the empty chaos.

This made him want to go in even more.

Xuan Du stood outside that invisible barrier, remaining silent for a long time, his thoughts racing.

Forcing their way in wouldn't work. The pressure of that wisp of Hunyuan Taiji was deflected silently, indicating that the repulsive force in this area had little to do with cultivation level, but rather seemed to be at work by some higher-level rule.

But this only made him more curious.

Guixu was originally a ruin formed after the collapse of the Dao foundation of the Chaos Demon God, a place full of devastation and decay.

However, this area left a blank space in his consciousness, like a void deliberately carved out from between heaven and earth.

There must be something going on here.

Xuan Du hesitated for a moment, then stopped probing and took a step forward.

He retreated tens of thousands of miles and landed on a relatively intact chaotic floating continent, where he sat cross-legged.

Her green robes hung down her back, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

He didn't rush to explore that area again, but instead closed his eyes and sank his mind into the depths of his dantian.

The three feedback forces—Jin Qi, Mu Ku, and Wu Yin—remained quietly settled there.

Dark red like blood clots, bluish-gray like a thin stream, grayish-brown like light smoke.

Three profound and deep foundations, each occupying a separate area, await refinement.

Xuan Du sensed the aura of those three foundational essences, and his thoughts stirred slightly, but he did not immediately begin refining them.

He opened his eyes and gazed in the direction of that invisible barrier, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"That area is a bit strange; I wonder how long it will take to explore it."

"If it's only for three to five days, that's fine. But if we're trapped for a hundred or eighty years, these three feedbacks will remain suspended in the Purple Mansion for a long time without being refined, which would be a waste."

He paused for a moment, then made a decision.

"Break through first, then explore that area."

"Once I reach the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji, even if there are any dangers hidden in that area, I will have a better chance of success."

He closed his eyes again.

As his mind sank into the depths of his Purple Mansion, the gray-white light curtain still floated silently.

It has three deep, abyss-like feedback forces.

Xuan Du's mind stirred slightly, and a dark red light surged out from the light screen, disappearing into the center of the Purple Mansion.

The moment that power entered his body, he shuddered.

Jin Qi's background was far more profound than he had imagined, like an iron ingot tempered by billions of dollars' worth of death energy, smashed into the depths of his origin.

That force was rough, heavy, and carried a decaying yet stubborn resilience.

Even with only a broken body remaining, the foundation of someone at the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji still far surpasses that of Cang Xuan and others.

The dark red light surged, washed, and settled within his meridians, tempering his flesh, bones, and soul inch by inch.

His foundation slowly rose, and the bottleneck of the initial stage of Hunyuan Tai Chi began to loosen in the face of that power.

Then a thin stream of bluish-gray water followed closely behind.

The power was more enduring than he had imagined, like a never-ending stream flowing slowly along his meridians.

Its flowing water carried the unique chill and tenacity of withered wood.

The third stream, grayish-brown like light smoke, sinks into the dantian and merges into the origin.

The three forces intertwined like a net, slowly pushing his foundation from the lower-grade Primordial Chaos level to a higher height.

Xuan Du closed his eyes, letting the three forces surge within his body.

He didn't forcefully guide him, but simply let nature take its course, allowing those three foundational elements to settle, blend, and merge on their own deep within his origin.

On that bottleneck, the cracks became more numerous and deeper.

A moment later, a very faint cracking sound rang out from the depths of his Purple Mansion.

The bottleneck has been completely broken.

Mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji.