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The three figures stopped at the same time.

Yang Mei stood beside Xuan Du, her bright eyes gazing westward, their light flickering uncertainly.

He sensed the source of that oppressive force.

The pinnacle of Hunyuan Tai Chi.

That was someone he could only look up to even in his prime.

Those are the gatekeepers who work for the Great Way.

That's Zhulong.

As Shichen stood at the very back, the silver light deep within his turbid eyes suddenly dimmed slightly.

He sensed the power level within that oppressive aura, and a chill ran through his heart.

The pinnacle of Hunyuan Tai Chi.

That's a whole realm higher than him now.

That is an absolute level of difference, which even the most profound and mysterious Dao of Time cannot cross.

When Shichen spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"He's here."

Those three words were like ice falling to the ground.

Xuan Du stood still, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He gazed at the surging chaos in the west, sensing the ever-approaching pressure, his eyes calm as still water.

The oppressive aura was drawing ever closer.

It's getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if an invisible mountain was slowly crushing them in their direction.

Xuan Du sensed the change in that oppressive aura and spoke.

"It's too late."

"He has locked onto this area."

"Even if one travels through the Great Path of Space, he will still be able to sense it."

Yang Mei stood beside him, her bright eyes swirling with a complex mix of emotions.

It was a solemnity that even a multi-million dollar event had never experienced.

He's right.

"The Candle Dragon's perception covers billions of miles of void; no spatial fluctuation can escape its tracking."

"Even if we escape back to the Xuanji Heavenly Domain, he will still chase us there."

"At that time, it will only implicate the Jie Sect."

Xuandu remained silent for a moment.

He gazed at the increasingly intense pressure from the west, sensing the rapidly approaching aura, and a faint smile slowly crept onto his lips.

The smile was cold, yet it carried a knowing understanding that saw through everything.

"Then I won't run away."

"Wait for him here."

As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Mei shuddered.

Those bright eyes gazed at Xuan Du, their light suddenly shining brightly.

"You want to fight Zhulong?"

"He is a peak Hunyuan Taiji expert, even higher than me now."

"How could you, a mere mid-stage Hunyuan Taiji practitioner, possibly be his match?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"Who said I was going to fight him?"

"I just said, wait for him here."

"I'll talk to him when he gets here."

Yang Mei was stunned.

Shi Chen was also stunned.

Two pairs of eyes fell on Xuan Du at the same time, their gazes filled with disbelief.

talk?

Talk to Zhulong?

That was a peak existence of Hunyuan Taiji, a gatekeeper who served the Great Dao.

He never talks to anyone, and he never compromises with anyone.

If anyone breaks the rules, he will simply eliminate them.

How could someone like that talk to anyone?

Yang Mei spoke, her voice hoarse.

"Xuan Du, do you know what kind of being Zhulong is?"

"He occupies the Primordial Spirit Vein for billions of yuan and never leaves that area, yet his aura covers countless miles deep within the chaos."

"He will intervene whenever anyone attempts to take control of the Second Heavenly Domain."

"He never says a word more than necessary; he simply eliminates people."

"You want to talk to him? Will he even listen to you?"

Xuan Du looked at him, the smile on his lips still lingering.

Whether he listens to me or not is his business.

"But if I don't speak up, I won't even have a chance to talk."

"not to mention……"

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly.

"He can't kill me."

As soon as the words left her lips, Yang Mei's breath hitched.

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

With the Chaos Pearl in hand and the divine power of One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones by his side, although his cultivation at the mid-stage of Hunyuan Taiji is not as good as Zhulong's, he may indeed be able to leave if he wants to.

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

"You all step back."

"I'll go meet him."

Yang Mei looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

He then slowly retreated tens of thousands of feet, standing in the void, his gray-blue Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

Those bright eyes gazed at the figure in green, their gaze as deep and unfathomable.

Shi Chen stood beside him, a faint silver light flickering deep within his turbid eyes.

He didn't speak, he just stood there, the great path of time flowing silently around him.

Xuan Du stood at the very front, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He gazed at the ever-approaching oppressive force from the west, sensing the rapidly closing aura, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

The surging chaotic energy suddenly cleared away.

A colossal figure slowly materialized from the depths of chaos.

The figure was entirely crimson, like solidified magma, and covered with fine, dark gold scales.

Innate Dao patterns flow across the scales, each pattern containing the supreme power of the primordial chaos.

Its form was as massive as a mountain, stretching across the void for countless miles.

Those crimson-gold eyes, like a pair of lakes suspended in the sky, were fixedly staring at the figure in green.

Zhulong.

The pinnacle of Hunyuan Tai Chi.

A gatekeeper who works for the Great Way.

he came.

Zhulong's crimson-gold eyes fell on Xuandu, his gaze carrying an indifference that seemed to have settled into a billion-dollar sum.

As if scrutinizing an ant.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but like muffled thunder.

"You have broken Pangu's seal."

"It released half of the sealed will."

"It triggered the causal threads left by the Great Dao."

Do you know what you've done?

As the three questions were posed, the chaotic energy in the void suddenly solidified.

Xuan Du stood still, gazing at the enormous figure and sensing the profound and abyss-like pressure, his expression unchanged.

"Know."

"I released half of Yang Mei's sealed will."

"I have touched the causal threads left by the Great Dao."

"I know that's taboo."

"But I did it anyway."

Zhulong's crimson-gold eyes flickered slightly.

For the first time, a very faint flicker of emotion flashed in that gaze.

"You knew it was taboo, yet you still did it?"

"Do you think the Great Dao won't punish you?"

"You still think I won't kill you?"

Xuan Du looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"Neither."

"I just feel that since you are working for the Great Dao, you should be reasonable."

"Pangu split Yang Mei's will in the past, trapping half of him in this place, which is worth billions."

"That is the cause and effect of Pangu, not the cause and effect of Yang Mei."

"If you, fellow Daoist, were to punish Yang Mei for this, wouldn't that be taking on Pangu's debt?"

Zhulong remained silent for a moment.

Those crimson-gold eyes gazed at Xuan Du, their light flickering uncertainly.

In the billion-dollar gathering, he had met countless cultivators.

Some knelt and begged, some fled, and some fought desperately.

But no one ever stood in front of him and said they wanted to reason with him.