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

After a moment, Shichen nodded slightly.

"It's alright to be subject to divine rebellion."

"I've seen that ferocious beast from afar several times over the years. Although it's ferocious, it's not unreasonable."

"As long as he doesn't act recklessly, I naturally won't make things difficult for him."

Xuan Du looked at him, sensing the sincerity behind that concession.

The third finger is raised.

"Third, if you wish to leave the Jie Sect after you have repaired your foundation, that is permissible."

"I never force anyone to stay."

"But before you leave, you must return all the opportunities you have gained since joining the Jie Sect."

"Including the laws you comprehended during your time in the branch sect, and the breakthroughs you achieved by leveraging the fortune of the Jie Sect."

"Fair trade, freedom to come and go."

Upon hearing this, Shi Chen was slightly taken aback.

Then, a faint smile suddenly flashed in those murky eyes.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a warmth that even a billion-dollar party could never have.

"it is good."

"Fair trade, freedom to come and go."

"You are the most reasonable person I have ever met."

He slowly rose to his feet, his slender figure standing upright in the void.

On that plain face, a sliver of silver light shone again in his cloudy eyes.

He bowed deeply, giving a full salute.

"Disciple Shichen greets Master."

As the four words fell, the thin chaotic energy in the void trembled slightly.

It was as if even the heavens and earth trembled at this gesture.

The laws of time flowed gently around him, and that ancient and profound rhythm was like a river that had been dormant for millions of years finally beginning to flow again.

Xuan Du gazed at the bowing figure, sensing the feedback force entering his body, his eyes deepening slightly.

The Time Demon's foundation was far more solid than he had imagined.

The feedback force, like an invisible stream, flowed into the depths of the Purple Mansion, intertwining with the foundations of Jin Qi, Mu Ku, and Wu Yin.

The bottleneck in the middle stage of Hunyuan Taiji has loosened slightly.

Although it was only a tiny bit, that tiny bit was enough.

Xuandu stood in the void. The echo of the time law, which had just uttered "Master," still lingered between the two of them.

Just as he was about to reply to Shichen, suddenly...

His movements paused slightly.

In the depths of those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, a sudden light gathered.

He sensed it.

Outside the boundary of the Xuanji Heavenly Domain, an extremely familiar aura was slowly approaching.

The aura was not ostentatious; in fact, it was extremely restrained, like a gentle breeze brushing across the surface of chaotic energy. If one did not perceive it carefully, one would not notice it at all.

But Xuan was all too familiar with that aura.

Space Avenue.

Yangmei Daoren.

That was the aura of Daoist Yangmei.

Xuan Du's mind raced, but he didn't rush to speak.

He stood there, hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the surging chaotic energy, landing on the edge of the celestial realm.

Shi Chen sensed the unusual situation in Xuan Du and looked over as well.

A faint glint of silver light flashed deep within those murky eyes.

He sensed it too.

"The aura of the Great Path of Space... is it from Yang Mei's hollow willow tree?"

Shi Chen spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of surprise that even a billionaire would never have experienced.

Xuan Du nodded, without denying it.

"It's him."

"He's here."

As the two words fell, a slight stillness descended upon the void.

Shichen stood still, his eyes gazing towards the edge of the celestial realm, his gaze carrying a complexity that even he himself might not have realized.

The amount involved is hundreds of millions of yuan.

During the battle between the Dao and the Demon, Yang Mei was tricked by Hongjun and seriously injured, escaping into the depths of chaos. Since then, he has never set foot in the prehistoric world again.

As for his time, it was when Pangu created the world that his origin was shattered and he sank into the depths of chaos, barely surviving by relying on the law of time stagnation.

Although both of them were survivors of the Chaos God era, they had never actually met.

One repairs space, the other repairs time.

The two roads originate from the same source, yet lead in completely different directions.

Now, Yang Mei has arrived.

And it came so suddenly, so coincidentally.

Xuan Du sensed the approaching aura, and his thoughts raced.

Just as the lingering remnant of time emerged from its hidden state deep within the chaos, it took the initiative to appear in the Xuanji Heavenly Domain, and Yang Mei Daoist followed closely behind, appearing outside the Xuanji Heavenly Domain.

This is probably not a coincidence.

"Please wait here."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"I'll go take a look."

Shi Chen nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions.

The slender figure still stood in the void, his gray robe hanging down, his cloudy eyes gazing towards the edge of the celestial realm.

The laws of time flowed slowly around him, like an invisible barrier separating him from this world.

Xuandu turned around and took a step forward.

Her green robes were rolled up, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

The figure pierced through layers of chaotic energy in an instant, speeding towards the boundary of the Xuanji Heavenly Domain.

A moment later, Xuandu stood in the void at the edge of the Heavenly Domain.

Ahead, beyond the crystal-clear boundary, a bluish-gray figure was slowly passing through the surging chaotic energy, heading in his direction.

He had a thin face and a tall, slender figure, and wore a flowing, light gray Taoist robe.

No pressure emanated from him, yet the void beneath his feet solidified automatically.

Yangmei Daoren.

he came.

Xuan Du stood within the boundary wall, watching the figure getting closer and closer, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, what brings you here?"

He spoke, his voice piercing through the transparent barrier and reaching Yang Mei's ears.

Yang Mei stopped outside the boundary wall, looking at Xuandu through the barrier reinforced by billions of powerful individuals.

Deep within those calm eyes, however, a faint glimmer of light was flickering.

He didn't rush to answer, but just stood there quietly, as if he was observing something.

After a moment, he spoke.

The sound was not loud, but it was as clear as metal falling to the ground.

"I sensed a presence."

"A scent that should have dissipated into the passage of time."

"Fluctuations in the laws of time."

"Although it was extremely faint, I was still able to catch that lingering trace of its essence across billions of miles of chaotic void."

Yang Mei paused, her gaze falling on the vast void behind Xuan Du, her eyes deepening.

"Time of day".

"He is indeed still alive."

Xuandu looked at Yang Mei, understanding dawning on his mind.

Although the lingering effects of the time barrier have been largely repaired, the fluctuations in the laws of time cannot be completely concealed.

Especially after he took the initiative to show himself and stopped deliberately hiding, that fluctuation was like a candlelight in the dark, enough to be detected by a Chaos God of the same level.

"He is in the Xuanji Heavenly Domain."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"Just a short while ago, he became my disciple."

Upon hearing this, a faint hint of surprise flashed in Yang Mei's calm eyes.

"Would you like to become my disciple?"

"He, the Time God of Time, has become your disciple?"

His tone contained no doubt, only a slight surprise.