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Xuan Du slowly opened his eyes, and a fleeting glint of light flashed deep within those calm eyes.

Sensing the power within his body that was more than twice as strong as before, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his hands.

A new power was flowing in his palm, more profound than before.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the power silently gathered between his fingers and then silently dissipated.

Mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji.

The feedback from Jin Qi and the other two indicated that the material had been completely refined.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that although the feedback from taking on Jin Qi and the others as disciples led to their deaths, that foundation had been completely integrated into his own foundation.

Whether they are alive or dead, that feedback is already their own.

Xuan Du slowly rose to his feet and stood with his hands behind his back on the floating land.

He looked up at that still unexplored area.

That invisible void, like a closed eye, hangs in the chaotic depths north of Guixu.

"Now, let's see what's hidden inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

The figure in green slowly walked towards the invisible barrier.

This time, he did not test the waters again.

The oppressive aura of the mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji surged forth without reservation, like an invisible mountain pressing down fiercely on that void.

The void that had originally resisted all external things trembled slightly at this moment, as if it had sensed a threat.

Then, silently, a crack appeared.

The gap was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person, yet the aura emanating from it caused Xuan Du's gaze to suddenly sharpen.

The primordial power of chaos, so intense it was almost overwhelming, carried a rhythm far more ancient than any other blessed land he had ever seen.

It's as if something extremely ancient is slumbering deep within this void.

Xuandu stood before the crevice, gazing at the surging gray-white air currents within, sensing the ancient and pure aura emanating from it.

A moment later, he stepped inside.

The gap closed silently behind him.

Before me lay a small, chaotic space.

The area is only a hundred miles in circumference, which is completely inconsistent with the size of that unexplorable region.

Yet Xuandu stood there without feeling any sense of confinement.

This space is like a realm within a realm compressed to the extreme. Although it is only a hundred miles in diameter, the density of laws within it is more than a hundred times denser than that of the outside world.

The chaotic energy was so dense that it almost solidified, each wisp carrying the weight of billions of dollars accumulated over time.

He scanned the space.

The four walls are grayish-white chaotic stone walls, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, without any trace of artificial carving, as if they were naturally formed in this way.

But Xuan Du's gaze sharpened slightly as it swept over the stone walls.

There were some very faint scratches on those smooth walls.

Those scratches were so shallow that they would be completely undetectable unless one possessed the perception of someone at the mid-stage of the Hunyuan Taiji realm.

Yet within each of those scratches lay a Daoist essence that made his heart flutter slightly.

"What is this?"

He muttered to himself, walked closer to one of the stone walls, and gently touched the scratch.

The moment his fingertips touched the scratch, a scene suddenly flooded into his mind, like a heavy hammer striking the center of his dantian.

It was a vast and desolate battlefield.

Countless enormous figures fought each other in the depths of chaos.

Each figure exuded the aura of the Hunyuan Taiji level, some even higher than him, and some even surpassing him.

Among those figures, an extremely tall giant stood in the center of the battlefield.

He couldn't see the giant's face clearly, only his eyes, like two burning suns, staring intently at a certain direction in the sky.

Then a beam of light fell.

He couldn't see what the light was, but he could feel a power strong enough to make the entire chaos tremble.

Then the giant was shattered.

The foundation of his Dao collapsed, and his physical body turned to ash.

Everything that was worth hundreds of millions of yuan will eventually turn into dust in the wind.

Scattered across the fields, they sank into the ruins, becoming this wasteland.

The scene abruptly ends there.

Xuandu withdrew his fingertips and took half a step back.

Although the atmosphere of the battlefield only existed for a moment in the scene, the oppressive feeling still made his brow ache.

That is the pinnacle of Hunyuan Taiji.

The master of Guixu.

That supreme powerhouse whose foundation crumbled after his fall, turning into this ruin.

Xuan Du stood before the stone wall, his fingertip hovering over the scratch, but he did not touch it again.

He took a half step back, his gaze calm, his thoughts slowly churning within him.

The giant in the scene stood in the center of the chaotic battlefield, his aura surging like a tsunami. Figures of the Hunyuan Taiji level fought and collapsed around him, while he faced alone the light that seemed to come from nowhere in the sky.

Then the light fell.

The giant shattered.

His foundation crumbled, his physical body turned to ash, and his billions of yuan in cultivation vanished in an instant, scattered into the ruins of Guixu.

Xuandu looked up and scanned the four walls.

There were more than one such scratch on those stone walls.

He walked slowly along the stone wall, his fingertips not touching it, but his eyes scanning it line by line.

There are nineteen in total.

They varied in depth and length, yet the Daoist principles contained within each one were exactly the same as the one he had just sensed.

It was left by the same person.

The master of Guixu.

Before he fell, he carved nineteen scratches in this small, chaotic space.

Each one is a wisp of remaining will, a fragment of broken memory.

Xuan Du stopped in front of one of the deeper scratches, remained silent for a moment, and finally reached out his hand.

The moment my fingertips touched that scratch, another image flooded my mind.

This time, the image was much clearer than before.

The giant stood amidst the chaos, his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

Countless chaotic demons were fleeing and collapsing around him, but he did not chase after them. He simply stood there, gazing at a certain point in the sky.

There was nothing there.

But the giant gazed there, his eyes swirling with an extremely complex emotion—weariness, resentment, and something even Xuandu couldn't fathom.

The image lasted only a moment before vanishing, like water flowing across the palm of your hand, leaving behind a faint, lingering coolness.

Xuandu withdrew his finger, stood before the stone wall, and remained silent for a long time.

He looked down at his fingertips, then looked up at the nineteen scratches.

Each of these nineteen scratches represents a memory, and each memory is the last thing left behind by that giant before his fall.

He didn't touch it again, but turned around, walked to the center of this chaotic space, and sat cross-legged.

The chaotic energy flowed slowly around him, and the extremely dense aura enveloped him like warm water, calming him down from the shock he had just experienced.

Xuan Du closed his eyes and mentally reviewed the scene he had just witnessed.

The giant's aura was indeed that of the peak of Hunyuan Taiji.

That sense of oppression was more than one level stronger than that of Jin Qi, Mu Ku, and Wu Yin at their peak.

It is even more profound than when Xue Yuan was in the late stage of Hunyuan Taiji.

The pinnacle of Hunyuan Tai Chi.

This realm is at the same level as the height that the great god Pangu reached in his lifetime.

Xuan Du slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting slightly.

Pangu died of exhaustion after creating the world, a fact known to everyone in the prehistoric era.

In the primordial world, after Pangu cleaved the chaos with his axe, his body transformed into mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars, thus laying the foundation for all living things.

But where is the giant from the scene just now?

He did not create the world, nor did he split the chaos, nor did he transform himself into all things.

He simply stood in the midst of the chaotic battlefield, receiving a beam of light that fell from the sky, and then shattered.

What was that light? Who made that move? Why did they want to kill him?