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Three figures moved continuously through the churning storm zone.

Sometimes Yang Mei uses the Great Dao of Space to perceive the distribution of void cracks in front of her, and sometimes Shi Chen uses the Great Dao of Time to freeze the trajectory of those cracks.

Xuan Du walked at the forefront, the light barrier of the Chaos Pearl like an immovable mountain, blocking all the storms from his side.

After an unknown amount of time, the gray-black storm ahead suddenly cleared up.

Three figures stepped out of the first storm zone and stood in a relatively calm void.

Yang Mei glanced back at the surging gray-black airflow behind her, a faint light flashing in her bright eyes.

"First film, passed."

"There are two pieces left."

Xuan Du nodded without saying anything more.

He looked up into the distance, where beyond the gray-black storm lay an even denser storm belt.

The storm belt was dark gray, thicker and wilder than the first one.

Void rifts intertwined within it like a net, resembling countless gaping maws.

"Let's go."

After saying those two words, he stepped inside again.

The second storm belt is far more dangerous than the first.

Those dark gray currents contained the power of primordial chaos, each strand of which was enough to severely injure a being at the half-step Hunyuan Taiji level.

The light curtain of the Chaos Pearl trembled violently in the storm, and the forty-nine chaotic restrictions swirled wildly, as if they were under some kind of extreme pressure.

Xuan Du's expression remained calm, but his pace had slowed down a bit compared to before.

Yang Mei walked behind him, her gray-blue Taoist robe billowing slightly in the storm.

His bright eyes were fixed on the front, sensing the distribution of those void rifts.

Shichen stood at the very back, raising both hands simultaneously, his fingertips gleaming with silver light.

The Great Dao of Time flowed around him like an invisible river, freezing the cracks that were about to close moment by moment.

Three figures moved continuously through the dark gray storm.

Every step he took was a matter of life and death.

Every breath felt like crossing billions of dollars.

After an unknown amount of time, the dark gray storm ahead suddenly cleared up.

Three figures stepped out of the second storm belt and stood in an even more vast void.

Yang Mei swayed slightly, a hint of weariness surging in her bright eyes.

Shi Chen's face paled slightly, and the silver light at his fingertips flickered uncertainly.

But they didn't stop.

Because the third storm belt is right in front of us.

The storm belt was dark gray, like a huge rift valley running across the void, with countless chaotic storms and void cracks churning within it.

The power of that storm was even more terrifying than the previous two combined; even a mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji cultivator would have to do their best to resist it.

Xuan Du stood before the dark gray storm, sensing the power contained within it.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at the time.

"How much longer can you hold on?"

Shi Chen took a deep breath, and a faint silver light gathered in the depths of his turbid eyes.

"If it's just for a moment, this disciple can do it."

"If this continues for even a short while, I fear I may damage my foundation."

Xuandu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"It doesn't need to last too long."

"You only need to freeze for a moment before the last crack closes."

"Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing this, Shi Chen was slightly taken aback.

Those cloudy eyes stared at Xuan Du, a silver light surging within them for a few breaths.

He then nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Xuan Du turned around and looked at the dark gray storm.

The Chaos Pearl hung above his head, and forty-nine Chaos Restrictions lit up simultaneously, their light even more intense than before.

He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

With each step, the dark gray storm suddenly surged.

Countless chaotic storms rushed towards the figure in green robes as if they were alive, and the cracks in the void expanded wildly.

The light curtain of the Chaos Pearl trembled violently in the storm, its light flickering erratically.

Xuan Du's expression remained calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

Yang Mei walked behind him, the Great Dao of Space flowing wildly, sensing the cracks that were about to close clearly.

Shichen stood at the very back, raising both hands simultaneously, and a great silver light shone forth.

The Great Dao of Time solidified the cracks around him that were about to devour everything moment by moment.

Three figures moved continuously through the dark gray storm.

Every step he took was on the edge of life and death.

Suddenly, a huge void rift in front of them expanded rapidly and rushed towards the three of them.

The crack was churning with chaotic storms and fragments of laws; even a mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji cultivator would be severely injured if caught in it.

Yang Mei's expression changed drastically.

"It's too late!"

Shi Chen did not hesitate.

A sudden burst of silver light erupted from the depths of those murky eyes.

"Certainly!"

As the word fell, the Great Dao of Time spread out like an invisible torrent.

The massive void rift froze for a fleeting moment.

That moment was extremely brief, so brief that even for an accountant, it was merely a fleeting instant.

But in that instant, Xuandu was able to make his move.

He stepped forward, and the light screen of the Chaos Pearl suddenly intensified.

Forty-nine chaotic restrictions lit up simultaneously, transforming into a pillar of chaotic light that forcefully opened a crack in the solidified fissure.

"Walk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the crevice first.

Yang Mei followed closely behind, her gray-blue Taoist robe billowing in the storm.

As the hour drew to a close, the greyish-white figure passed through the crack just before it closed again.

Three figures landed outside the third storm zone, and the void was silent.

Shichen's legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee.

The silver light in the depths of those murky eyes completely dimmed.

His face was ashen, and his breathing was rapid and labored.

The full force he unleashed just now consumed most of his already limited source power.

Yang Mei stood beside him, her gray-blue Taoist robe slightly rolled up.

He didn't speak, but simply stretched out a hand and gently placed it on Shichen's shoulder.

That was a silent expression of gratitude.

Shi Chen looked up at him, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"You're welcome."

"I told you, this price is nothing."

Yang Mei shook her head slightly, without saying anything more.

Xuan Du stood in front, hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering slightly.

He gazed at the empty space ahead, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

In that void, the chaotic energy no longer surged and roared violently, but flowed slowly, like a quiet river.

In the distance, a gray secret realm hangs suspended in the void, like a sleeping behemoth.

That secret realm was nameless, ownerless, and devoid of life.

There was only a trace of aura.

A feeling resonated with Yang Mei, a feeling that was worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

"arrive."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice, his voice echoing slightly in the empty void.