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Xuan Du fell silent upon hearing this.

He looked at Yang Mei, sensing the hesitation and expectation surging in those bright eyes.

A hundred million yuan might be stuck at the last hurdle, with that threshold right in front of you, yet you can never seem to cross it.

That torment was far more profound than that of those trapped on the outskirts of the Wanmu Ancestral Court.

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"If you trust me, I will go with you after I have finished dealing with things here."

"With the Chaos Pearl in hand, even the most dangerous area can be protected."

"The cause and effect have been resolved; only the final step remains. We can't let it get stuck there forever."

Yang Mei was shocked upon hearing this.

A sudden burst of light shone from the depths of those bright eyes.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at that young yet composed face, at those calm yet resolute eyes.

Despite having amassed a fortune of hundreds of millions, he never sought help from anyone.

But at this moment, he fell silent.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice carrying a solemnity he had never shown before, even at a multi-million dollar event.

Thank you.

Xuan Du nodded slightly and said:

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, please wait here for a moment."

"I need to go into seclusion for a few days to refine this gain."

Yang Mei stood behind him, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

He simply retreated several hundred feet, his gray-blue figure hovering in the void, his bright eyes gazing at the figure in blue robes, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.

Xuandu turned around and sat down cross-legged.

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

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his dantian.

The gray-white light screen floated silently, with countless feedback forces densely arranged on it.

The background and foundation of the dozens of Hunyuan Daluo outside the Wanmu Ancestral Court include seven peak Ninth Heaven, twelve Ninth Heaven, and more than twenty Eighth Heaven.

A series of profound and deep currents converged on the light screen, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

In addition, during this period, Shen Ni recruited many disciples in the Central Floating Continent. Although the cultivation levels of those tens of thousands of new disciples varied, their sheer number, vastness, and power transformed into countless tiny feedback forces that continuously flowed into the light screen.

Xuan Du sensed the feedback forces and his heart stirred slightly.

The foundations and resources of the dozens of Grandmasters of the Myriad Wood Ancestral Court are all as profound as an abyss.

The existence of a peak ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo Realm, while not as ancient as Cangxuan and Qingmu, is by no means comparable to ordinary cultivators.

However, the total feedback from cultivation is far less substantial than the feedback from one's initial cultivation.

Xuandu understood.

The gap between Hunyuan Daluo and Hunyuan Taiji is like an insurmountable chasm.

Even if one takes in many disciples at the Grand Luo level, the combined feedback from their cultivation levels will still be insufficient to bridge that chasm.

He stopped thinking about it and, with a slight thought, began to refine it.

Streams of feedback power surged from the light screen and disappeared into the depths of the Purple Mansion.

The foundation is like giant rocks sinking into an abyss, layer upon layer, slowly rising.

Those subtle feedback forces, like trickling streams, flow into the meridians and nourish the foundation.

Dark red, bluish-gray, grayish-brown, emerald green, jet black...

Various colors of light intertwined and flowed within his body, like countless rivers flowing into the sea.

He sensed that his foundation was undergoing a qualitative change.

The bottleneck of the lower-grade Hongmeng foundation began to tremble violently under the impact of the foundational power of those dozens of Hunyuan Daluo.

The cracks are becoming more numerous and denser.

It was like a copper wall or iron barrier covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Then, click.

A very faint cracking sound rang out from the depths of his Purple Mansion.

The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost imperceptible.

But to him, the sound was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

The bottleneck broke.

The threshold of the lower-grade Hongmeng foundation collapsed before him.

His foundation has advanced from the lower-grade Hongmeng level to the middle-grade Hongmeng level.

A vast and pure power suddenly exploded from the depths of his being, completely crushing that barrier.

Mid-grade HarmonyOS!

Xuan Du shuddered, and his closed eyes snapped open.

A fleeting, dark golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes before returning to normal.

He sensed the changes in his own body; the weight and depth were many times stronger than before.

However, the total feedback from his cultivation was far less substantial than he had expected.

Although the number of cultivation feedbacks from those Hunyuan Daluo was enormous, each one was merely an accumulation at the Hunyuan Daluo level.

For him, who was at the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji, it was like water from a cup being poured into the ocean; there were ripples, but they were not enough to fill the abyss.

The later stages of Hunyuan Taiji are still a long way off.

Xuan Du shook his head slightly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If I break through to the mid-grade Hongmeng level, this trip will be worthwhile."

"As for cultivation, we can take it slowly."

He slowly rose and stood with his hands behind his back on the stone platform.

Her green robe fluttered slightly, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Deep within those calm eyes, a light was constantly shifting, as if a starry sky had settled in their depths.

He sensed the new foundation within his body, which was more profound and solid than before.

While the foundation for mid-grade Hongmeng is still far from that of high-grade Hongmeng, the path is already clearly visible.

Xuan Du regained his composure, his mind stirred slightly, and he lightly touched the Chaos Pearl with his finger.

On the body of the bead, forty-nine chaotic restrictions lit up simultaneously.

A grayish-white light emanated from the bead and landed in front of the stone platform.

The light froze, and a figure slowly materialized.

He was tall and slender with a thin face, and his gray-white robe flowed like water.

His aura was deep and profound, like an abyss, at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji.

Blood Abyss.

He stood there, his once blurry eyes now clear and deep, like two deep pools reflecting the calm that billions of dollars had settled.

He looked at Xuandu, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.

"Master."

Xuan Du gazed at him, sensing the deep and stable aura surrounding him, his eyes flickering slightly.

The foundation of Blood Abyss has been successfully rebuilt.

Although he has not yet recovered to the level of the late stage of Hunyuan Taiji during his prime, his foundation has been completely solidified.

Half-step to the peak of Hunyuan Taiji, only one step away from Hunyuan Taiji.

With his foundation, it won't be long before he can re-enter that realm.

"How is the recovery going?"

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

Xue Yuan straightened up, a faint light flashing in his deep eyes.

"The disciple's foundation has been completely rebuilt, and the origin has been thoroughly stabilized."

"Although I am only at the peak of the half-step Hunyuan Taiji now, my foundation is even purer than it was back then."

"Thank you, Master, for rebuilding my foundation in Taoism."

Xuan Du waved his hand slightly.

"Reshaping your foundation is your own destiny; I merely did what I was supposed to do at the right time."

"Now that you have recovered, there is something I need to entrust to you."

Xue Yuan slightly raised his eyes, his expression solemn.

"Master, please give your instructions."

Xuandu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"Outside the Wanmu Ancestral Court, dozens of Hunyuan Daluo have already joined the Jie Sect."

"They guard the edge of that green sea, protecting this area for the Jie Sect."

"Although they are not weak, they ultimately lack a true leader who can hold down a position in their region."

"Go to the Ancestral Temple of Ten Thousand Trees and take charge of that area for me."

Xue Yuan stood before the stone platform, his grey-white robe billowing slightly in the wind.

He was jolted when he heard Xuandu's words.

Those deep eyes suddenly froze, and the color drained from his face instantly.

"Master... what did you say?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with a shock he had never experienced before, even at a multi-million dollar event.

"You're sending your disciple to oversee the ancestral temple of Ten Thousand Trees?"

"To oversee that green sea?"

"Control that area?"

Xuandu looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

He sensed a change in the aura surrounding Xue Yuan, an aura of extreme fear.

It was more profound than when Jin Qi self-destructed, and more unforgettable than being trapped in a spiritual vein node for hundreds of millions of yuan.