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Yang Mei slowly straightened up.

His bright eyes gazed at the distant gray secret realm, their light surging intensely.

The amount involved is hundreds of millions of yuan.

He drifted in the chaos, sensing that aura, but was never able to get close.

Now, he stands here.

Standing before that secret realm.

Yang Mei lifted her foot and took a step forward.

But before his foot could land, Xuandu suddenly raised his hand and gently stopped him.

"Wait a moment."

As the two words fell, Yang Mei paused slightly.

He turned his head and looked at Xuan Du, a hint of confusion surging in his bright eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Xuan did not answer.

He simply gazed at the gray, mysterious realm, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The Chaos Pearl hung above his head, with forty-nine chaotic restrictions flowing endlessly.

He is perceiving.

Sensing the aura of that secret realm.

That aura did indeed resonate with Yang Mei, and it did indeed carry a pure spatial law lingering effect.

But there was something else hidden within that resonance.

A very faint, almost imperceptible strangeness.

If he hadn't already reached the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji, and if his perception of cause and effect hadn't far surpassed that of ordinary people, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Xuan Du sensed the anomaly, his expression remaining calm, but a cautious glint slowly gathered in the depths of his profound eyes.

"In that secret realm, besides that aura that resonates with you..."

"There's something else."

Yang Mei frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Something else?"

"What else?"

Xuan did not answer.

He simply gazed at the gray secret realm, his eyes piercing through the hazy gray mist and landing somewhere deep within it.

The light screen of the Chaos Pearl expanded slightly, extending his perception further.

After a moment, he spoke.

"That aura that resonates with you is bait."

As the sound faded, the void fell silent.

Yang Mei's bright eyes suddenly froze.

"Barecloth?"

"What do you mean?"

Xuan Du turned his head and looked at him, his eyes calm as still water.

"Someone left behind that aura that resonates with you in that secret realm."

"He knew you would come."

"He waited a long time."

Yang Mei remained silent.

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

Throughout the billion-dollar gathering, he had been sensing that aura.

He thought it was an opportunity, a chance for a breakthrough, and the end of his journey of spending hundreds of millions of dollars.

But Xuandu said that was bait.

Someone left it there on purpose.

In the depths of Yang Mei's bright eyes, the light flickered uncertainly.

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Who is it?"

Xuandu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"have no idea."

"But that person's cultivation level is at least at the peak of Hunyuan Taiji."

"Even higher."

Yang Mei was startled.

The pinnacle of Hunyuan Tai Chi.

Even higher.

He cultivated for hundreds of millions of years and met countless powerful figures.

He had sensed the middle and late stages of Hunyuan Taiji from afar.

He had never truly faced a being at the pinnacle of Hunyuan Taiji.

That is the realm where Zhulong resides.

That was a height he could only look up to even at his peak.

Are you sure?

Yang Mei spoke, her voice unusually dry.

Xuan Du nodded.

"Sure."

"Although that aura resonates with you, beneath the surface of that resonance lies an extremely fine thread of cause and effect."

"One end of that causal thread connects to the depths of the secret realm, and the other end connects to a very distant direction in the sky."

"Like that crystal in the Ruins of Return."

Someone is waiting for you.

"Wait until you step into that secret realm and touch that aura."

"Then, following the cause and effect, I found you."

Yang Mei fell completely silent.

He stood in the void, his gray-blue Taoist robe billowing slightly in the wind.

His bright eyes gazed at the gray secret realm, their light flickering uncertainly.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He wandered the world, searching for that aura.

He thought that was his opportunity, his destination.

But at this moment, Xuandu told him that it was a trap.

It was a trap deliberately set by someone.

Yang Mei's hand slowly clenched and then slowly relaxed.

He spoke, his voice much calmer than before.

"So what do we do now?"

"give up?"

Xuandu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

What do you think?

Yang Mei did not answer.

He simply gazed at that gray secret realm, at the aura of the Billion Yuan Society that resonated with his very essence.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He pursued a multi-million dollar club.

For this aura, he stepped into the depths of that chaos.

He traversed three chaotic storm belts in pursuit of this aura.

He spent most of his original energy on this aura.

Now that he's standing here, some say it's bait.

As Yang Mei gazed at the secret realm and sensed the aura that resonated with his own origin, a feeling that he couldn't quite explain surged within him.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a firm conviction that billions of dollars would eventually be lost.

"I want to go in."

Xuan Du stared at him without saying a word.

Yang Mei continued:

"You just said that one end of that causal thread connects to the depths of the secret realm."

"That means the person who left the bait did indeed leave something in the secret realm."

"Perhaps it is a wisp of his own will."

"Perhaps it's one of the magical artifacts he left behind."

"Or perhaps..."

He paused, a faint light flickering in the depths of his bright eyes.

"Perhaps it was a seal he left behind when he trapped someone back then."

As the sound faded, the void fell silent.

Xuan Du looked at Yang Mei, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"seal?"

Yang Mei nodded, her voice lowering slightly.

"That aura that resonated with me was indeed the lingering echo of the Great Dao of Space."

"Having cultivated for billions of yuan, my perception of the Great Dao of Space far surpasses that of ordinary people."

"Besides the resonance, there was also a very faint sense of confinement within that aura."

"It felt like something was suppressing it."

"When I first sensed that aura, I vaguely felt that something was wrong."

"But I thought it was just my imagination."

"Looking back now, it was probably a remnant of a seal."

"Something is sealed deep within that secret realm."

"That aura that resonates with me is the leak in the seal."

"Or rather, it's bait for sealing."

Xuan Du fell silent upon hearing this.

He looked at Yang Mei, sensing the resolute aura emanating from him.

Even if it's just bait, he'll go in and see what it is that he's after.

"it is good."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"I'll go in with you."

"With the Chaos Pearl in hand, even if there is a remnant will of the peak Hunyuan Taiji in that secret realm, it may not be able to do anything to me."

Yang Mei turned to look at him, a faint light flickering in the depths of her bright eyes.

He didn't say thank you.

He simply nodded slightly, then turned and took a step toward the gray secret realm.

Xuan Du followed closely behind, his body enveloped in the light of the Chaos Pearl.

Shichen stood at the back, his cloudy eyes watching the two departing figures, a faint silver light shimmering in them.

He didn't follow.

Because he has already consumed most of his energy, following him now would only be a burden.

He could only wait here.

Waiting for Master and Yang Mei to return.

Xuan Du and Yang Mei walked slowly toward the gray secret realm, one after the other.

The closer one gets to that secret realm, the thinner the chaotic energy becomes, as if even chaos itself is avoiding this area.

An ancient and oppressive atmosphere permeated the void.

That aura carried a profound weight, like the weight of hundreds of millions of dollars.

A moment later, the two landed at the edge of that gray secret realm.

The surface of the secret realm was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, which slowly churned and writhed like a living thing.

Yang Mei stood at the edge of the secret realm, sensing the aura contained within the layer of mist.

A faint light flickered deep within his bright eyes.

"There is indeed a seal."

"It was well hidden, but it couldn't escape my perception."

"Beneath that seal lies something."

"Something that resonates with the Great Way of Space."