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Xuandu stood in the void, not in a hurry to speak.

He gazed at that slender figure, sensing the aura flowing beneath that unassuming exterior.

Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Primordial Great Luo.

The Great Way of Time.

These two things combined have only one name in the primordial world.

Time of day.

One of the three thousand Chaos Gods, the wielder of the laws of time.

According to legend, he was one of the earliest Chaos Gods to be born, even more ancient than Hongjun.

When Pangu created the world, three thousand chaotic demons besieged him, trying to stop him from creating the world and opening up the path.

That battle shattered the chaos, and most of the three thousand demon gods perished.

Hongjun survived, Yangmei survived, and Luohou survived.

Yin and Yang are dead, Heaven and Earth are dead.

Everyone thought that Shichen was also dead.

After all, since then, no one has seen his whereabouts again, and no one has sensed the fluctuations of the laws of time.

The billion-dollar party vanished completely into the river of time, as if it had never existed.

But at this moment, he was sitting in front of Xuandu.

His breathing was steady, his face calm, and his cloudy eyes held a composure that seemed to have settled into a life of ease.

Xuan Du's heart surged for a moment, then slowly calmed down.

In the past, he might have been shocked by this discovery.

But now he has experienced too much. He has taken Taixu as his disciple, entered the depths of Guixu, seen the giant's remaining memories, and was almost dragged down by Jin Qi's self-destruction.

"Time of day".

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"You really didn't die."

Shi Chen smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a warmth and humanity that even a multi-million dollar event could never possess.

"It was just luck."

"When Pangu created the world, I was struck by his axe, and most of my origin was shattered, and my foundation was on the verge of collapse."

"But I cultivate the laws of time. When life and death are on the line, I freeze myself in that instant."

"It's not about hiding, it's about stopping."

"Stop at the moment when it's about to shatter, let time stand still and flow through me."

"Then I sank into the depths of chaos, letting the remaining chaotic energy slowly repair my origin."

"This pause will result in a multi-million dollar event."

He spoke calmly, as if he were telling someone else's story.

But Xuan could hear the weight beneath the calm: billions of dollars, time standing still, the very essence shattered.

That was an ordeal that lasted even longer than the fall itself.

Why haven't you shown up?

Xuan Du asked.

"With your cultivation and background, if you had appeared earlier, no one in the Primordial World or the Xuanji Heavenly Domain could have stopped you."

Shichen gently shook his head.

"So what if I show my face?"

"After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the era of chaotic demons and gods came to a complete end."

"Hongjun founded the Xuanmen, merged with the Dao of Heaven, and used the power of the Dao of Heaven to suppress all beings born from the Chaos Gods."

"I am not subject to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. After all, I was shattered when the world was created, and my remains sank into the depths of chaos. Although I was not completely locked by the Heavenly Dao, I also had no excuse to set foot in the primordial world."

"As for the Xuanji Heavenly Domain..."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly.

"I was already here when that brat Xuanji opened up this celestial realm."

"I just never take action, never make a sound, and never let anyone discover my existence."

"The greatest advantage of the time law is that when you want to hide, no one can find you."

Xuan Du looked at him and remained silent.

He re-examined this ancient being in his mind.

Time God, Hour.

He was of the same generation as Hongjun, or even older than Hongjun.

When Pangu created the world, he withstood an axe blow and survived. After his origin shattered, he sank into the depths of chaos for billions of years. He managed to pull himself back from the brink of death by relying on the law of time stagnation.

Now, sitting before Xuandu, with his peak cultivation at the ninth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm, he says he has taken a liking to the aura of the Jiejiao branch sect.

Xuan Du was on edge.

An ancient monster who has lived for countless eons suddenly appears before you and says he wants to join your sect.

Anyone would be wary if they were in that situation.

But Xuandu also knew that if Shichen really wanted to do something, he wouldn't have to wait this long.

He had been hiding his billions of dollars and had never made a move, but today he took the initiative to show himself and wait for me to come to him.

This in itself says something.

"You just said you wanted to stay in a branch of the Jie Sect?"

Xuan Du spoke, his voice still calm, but beneath that calmness lay a hint of caution.

Shichen nodded.

"I have been asleep for billions of yuan. Although the source has been mostly restored, that last thread can never be repaired."

"Because I'm missing something."

"Liveliness".

"I lingered in the depths of chaos for too long, so long that my Dao foundation became accustomed to that solidified state."

"I need to reintegrate into the world of living things, I need to feel the rhythm of the flow of chaotic energy again, and I need to get myself 'moving' again."

"And the branching of the Jie Sect is currently the most suitable place for me."

"New cultivators join every day, their auras converge, their fortunes surge; the level of activity is something I've never seen in my billion-dollar club."

"If we could be in it, perhaps we could fill that gap."

Xuandu looked at him but did not respond immediately.

He was weighing the weight of Shichen's words, trying to see if there was something else hidden beneath that composure.

After a moment, he spoke.

"You may join the Jie Sect."

"But there are three conditions."

Shi Chen looked at him, gesturing for him to continue.

Xuan Du raised one finger.

"First, you must become my disciple."

"Those who join the Jie Sect are all disciples of the Jie Sect."

"Although you are the Time Demon God, the Jie Sect does not look at your origins or background, but only at your Dao heart."

"If you wish to join the Jie Sect, you must address me as Master."

Upon hearing this, Shi Chen's cloudy eyes flickered slightly.

Despite his immense wealth, he never bowed his head to anyone.

Even when Pangu created the world, he was a being who stood up to Pangu and clashed head-on with him.

But at this moment, a junior who had only cultivated for tens of thousands of years stood in front of him and said that if he joined the Jie Sect, he would have to call him master.

Shichen fell silent.

The silence was short, lasting only a few breaths.

However, in those few breaths, Xuandu sensed subtle changes in the aura around him.

The laws of time flowed slowly beside him, like an invisible river, silently circulating in the void.

Then Shichen spoke.

"it is good."

"If I call you my teacher, then I will call you my teacher."

"If you can let me fill that last gap, what's wrong with calling you Master?"

"I have cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, and my only goal is to achieve the perfection of the Dao foundation."

"If you can help me achieve this, I will call you Master willingly."

Xuandu looked at him, sensing his openness and composure.

The second finger is raised.

"Secondly, after joining the Jie Sect, one must take charge of a branch sect and be subject to divine control."

"Among the different sects, Shenni is the guardian, and Taixu is the assistant."

"Although you are the Time Demon God and your cultivation is more profound than theirs, rules are rules."

"In the division of religions, whatever God says, you shall do."

"If you do not wish to be bound by this, you need not join the religion."

Shichen remained silent for a moment.

He gazed at Xuan Du, a complex emotion churning within his cloudy eyes.