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Deep within the ancestral temple of Wanmu, emerald green light undulates like the tide.

Xuan Du stood at the edge, the Chaos Pearl above his head swirling endlessly, and forty-nine restrictions kept that remaining will a few feet away.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness spread out like a tide.

The divine sense of the mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji, carrying the lingering aura of the Chaos Pearl, spread in all directions of the Wanmu Ancestral Court.

Wherever it passed, the emerald green lights receded, as if sensing some irresistible majesty.

The entire Ancestral Temple of Ten Thousand Trees was completely enveloped by his perception.

Those creatures that had been lurking deep within the green sea simultaneously raised their heads.

An ancient, serpentine beast, its body entirely emerald green, peeked out from its vine-entwined nest, its vertical pupils swirling with terror.

It occupies this multi-million dollar club and has long been accustomed to the silence of the ancestral temple of ten thousand trees.

But at this moment, that divine sense pressed down like the inverted sky, making it difficult for it to even breathe.

What's even more unbelievable is that the owner of that consciousness was not suppressed.

The remaining will of the Ancestor of All Trees was unable to subdue this person.

An ancient tree rooted in the primordial spring trembled slightly, and billions of leaves surged at the same time.

An aged face emerged from the tree trunk, its cloudy eyes gazing toward the edge of the green sea. Its lips moved, but it could not utter a single word.

impossible.

"When a being of the Hunyuan Taiji level enters the Wanmu Ancestral Court, they are always suppressed to the point of being unable to move an inch."

"These are the laws that were engraved in this secret realm after the fall of the Ancestor of All Trees, and they have never changed in the billions of years."

But today, that law has been broken.

A Chaos Spirit Butterfly, which had been sleeping within the Origin Crystal, slowly opened its eyes, its wings adorned with dark golden patterns.

It sensed the power level contained within that divine consciousness, and also sensed the aura of the Great Dao of Time. A faint light flashed in its compound eyes.

Chaos Orb.

That was a being that even the ancestor of all trees would give way to in its heyday.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment in the ancestral temple of Wanmu.

Countless creatures awoke from their slumber, and countless gazes converged in the same direction.

They saw three figures standing at the edge of the green sea, one blue, one gray, and one gray-white.

The leading figure in green stood with his hands behind his back, his face young, his eyes calm as an ancient well.

He exuded no aura of power, yet the void beneath his feet solidified automatically, and the emerald green light spots dissipated when they touched three zhang in front of him.

The remnant will of the Ancestor of All Trees fell upon his head like an invisible waterfall, but it silently slid away in front of the light screen of the Chaos Pearl, without even causing a ripple.

In this secret realm, even a billionaire would never have seen such a sight.

"Who exactly is this person?"

The giant emerald python hissed softly, its voice echoing faintly in the void.

"The existence of Hunyuan Taiji was not suppressed upon entering the Ancestral Court of Ten Thousand Trees."

"What's the origin of that bead on his head?"

A solemn expression appeared on the ancient tree's face, and a fear that the Billion Yuan Society had never felt before surged in his turbid eyes.

"That bead is the Chaos Bead."

"A primordial treasure that existed before Pangu created the world, even the ancestor of all trees dared not easily provoke it back then."

"This person is protected by the Chaos Pearl, so the remnant will of the Ancestor of All Trees is indeed no match for him."

The Chaos Spirit Butterfly remained silent, the dark gold patterns on its wings subtly shifting, as if sensing something far more profound.

A moment later, it spoke, its voice extremely soft, yet as clear as ice falling to the ground.

"He's not just here to scout; he's looking for someone."

Upon hearing this, all the awakened beings were startled.

Find someone?

Looking for someone in the ancestral temple of Wanmu?

Who should I contact?

Xuandu stood at the edge of the green sea, sensing the gazes that converged from all directions.

He ignored the prying eyes of those creatures and simply expanded his divine sense further, extending it deeper into the ancestral court of ten thousand trees.

The lingering aura of the Chaos Pearl enveloped his senses, like an invisible thread probing into the depths of that emerald green light.

The deeper one goes, the richer the essence of wood becomes, and the stronger the oppressive feeling of the lingering will of the ancestor of all trees becomes.

However, the light barrier of the Chaos Pearl was like an immovable mountain, keeping all the oppressive forces at least a few feet away.

His perception was like an invisible sword, slowly advancing deep into the ancestral temple of ten thousand trees.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.

Deep within the ancestral temple of Wanmu, there is a very small area where the chaotic energy no longer surges, and the emerald green light seems to have solidified.

That area, roughly a hundred miles in radius, was suspended amidst countless emerald green light spots.

Like a void forgotten deep in a green sea.

In the center of the hollow, a figure sat cross-legged.

His gray Taoist robe hung down like withered leaves, his figure was emaciated like a dried corpse, and his face was so old that his features were almost unrecognizable.

But those eyes, even though they had lost most of their luster, still shone faintly in the darkness.

Hongjun.

He was indeed here.

Xuandu's perception remained outside that void, and he did not venture deeper rashly.

He sensed the aura surrounding Hongjun, faint as a candle flickering in the wind, about to go out at any moment, yet burning tenaciously.

Although the foundation of the Heavenly Saint has been mostly shattered, a wisp of indestructible origin still remains.

The innate wood essence of the ancestral temple of ten thousand trees was slowly seeping into that withered figure, like a trickle flowing into a dried-up riverbed. Although slow, it was never interrupted.

"Its vitality is quite strong."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice, not loud, but clearly heard by Shi Chen and Yang Mei behind him.

Shi Chen glanced sideways: "Found it?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"Found him. In the deepest part of the Wanmu Ancestral Court, in a hollow enveloped in emerald light, he is recovering."

Yang Mei stood at the very back, a faint light flickering in the depths of her bright eyes.

He didn't rush to speak, but simply stood there quietly, his gaze piercing through the emerald green light, as if he too was sensing Hongjun's aura.

After a moment, Yang Mei slowly shook her head:

"He was seriously injured. Most of his Dao foundation was shattered, and less than one-tenth of his original essence remained. Even if he recovers using the wood essence of the Ten Thousand Wood Ancestral Court, it will still take at least several hundred thousand yuan to recover to his peak."

"Right now, he probably can't even unleash the power of half a step of Hunyuan Taiji."

Xuan Du stared at the empty space in that direction and remained silent for a moment.

With his mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji cultivation and the protection of the Chaos Pearl, even with the suppression of the remnant will of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Trees, he could still exert combat power at least at the early stage of Hunyuan Taiji.

At this moment, Hongjun might not even be able to unleash half a step of Hunyuan Taiji.

With this shift in power, he was absolutely confident in suppressing Hongjun.

But Xuan didn't rush to make a move.

He gazed at the void enveloped in emerald light, at the figure sitting cross-legged, his eyes as calm as ever.

The Ancestral Court of Ten Thousand Trees is itself a living secret realm. Although the remnant will of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Trees was isolated by the Chaos Pearl, it did not dissipate.

If he were to make a move deep within the Wanmu Ancestral Court and collide with Hongjun's remaining power, the aftershocks would likely trigger a violent upheaval throughout the entire Wanmu Ancestral Court.

At that time, the remaining will of the Ancestor of All Trees will go completely berserk, and the existence of Hunyuan Taiji will be forcibly expelled.

This place is not suitable for lingering, much less for a prolonged battle.