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On the shores of the East China Sea, the sound of the tide is like thunder.

Xuan Du landed in front of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at the figures who were cultivating around the stele.

Fuxi sat to the left of the Heavenly Stele, the blue light flowing like a tide. He sensed that familiar aura suddenly approaching, his whole body trembled, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Those deep eyes shone with a light that even a billionaire could never have seen.

"Master!"

Fuxi let out a low cry, his voice carrying an uncontrollable tremor.

He abruptly stood up, strode forward, and bowed deeply before Xuandu:

"You're back!"

Shennong, Xuanyuan, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi, the Five Emperors, and dozens of martial arts cultivators, one after another, awoke from their cultivation and gathered towards the figure in green.

In a short while, the area beneath the Heavenly Stele was filled with countless figures.

Those gazes were filled with the same emotions: excitement, awe, and anticipation, intertwined into a silent wave.

Xuan Du gazed at those figures, sensing the deep and solid auras surrounding them, and nodded slightly:

"Come back and take a look."

"By the way, I'll pave a section of road for you too."

Fuxi straightened up, a hint of caution surging in his eyes:

"Master, your aura is completely different from before."

"Although this disciple is only at the initial stage of Hunyuan Taiji, I cannot perceive the true level of your realm."

"But I can sense that you are no longer any being in the Chaos."

"You...have transcended it?"

The moment those two words were uttered by Fuxi, a sudden silence fell beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Those figures held their breath at the same time, their eyes all fixed on Xuan Du, waiting for his answer.

Xuan Du gazed at them, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded:

"Transcendence."

"They created their own world, independent of chaos."

"It is called the Dao Realm."

"That is a brand new beginning, and a place you will one day be able to set foot in."

Beneath the monument, a profound silence reigned.

They have accumulated hundreds of millions of yuan. They practice martial arts and study the Taoist teachings passed down by Xuandu day and night, gradually reaching where they are today.

They knew they might never reach Xuandu's level in their lifetime.

But at this moment, Xuandu told them that he had left a way out for them.

A path leading to the Dao realm.

Fuxi spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Disciple...can also go to the Dao Realm?"

Xuan Du looked at him and nodded slightly:

"able."

"I have reserved a place for all those who cultivate martial arts within the Dao realm."

"As long as you build your martial arts foundation to a sufficient level, you will be able to step into that realm."

"In that realm, nine chaotic beings reside in the four directions, evolving nine laws."

"Your martial spirit can find its own path there."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi's eyes reddened slightly, he bowed deeply, and his voice was solemn:

"Your disciple will remember this."

Xuan Du gazed at the figures suppressing their excitement and anticipation, and did not continue the topic.

He slightly raised his hand, and a ray of martial will emanated from his fingertip, disappearing into the Heavenly Stele.

The majestic stone tablet suddenly trembled, and its crimson-gold light intensified, as if a sleeping dragon had been awakened anew.

The character "武" (Wu, meaning martial arts) on the monument began to surge, and countless fine lines spread out in all directions, as if the foundation was being reshaped.

Xuan Du stood before the Heavenly Stele, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the surging crimson-gold light.

He is using his own transcendent realm as a guide to reforge the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.

The path of martial arts he has taken has reached the end of chaos.

But those disciples are still on their way; they need clearer road signs and a more solid foundation.

Therefore, he wanted to use the Heavenly Stele as a medium to carve the outline of that road onto this land on the coast of the East China Sea.

The patterns spread across the monument like the veins of mountains and rivers, each pattern containing a complete path of martial arts cultivation.

From his humble beginnings to his transcendent state, every step he took was re-examined from the perspective of transcendence and inscribed on the monument.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, the dozens of martial arts cultivators sensed the aura that was being reshaped, and their Dao hearts trembled.

They saw the paths contained within those patterns, their current location, and the path ahead that no one had ever walked before.

Fuxi stood beneath the Heavenly Stele, gazing at the patterns that were coalescing, sensing the unprecedented clarity, and felt a sense of peace that he had never experienced in billions of years.

That road was finally laid out in its entirety.

A moment later, the reconstruction of the Heavenly Stele was completed.

The crimson-gold light on the monument slowly receded, and the patterns, like the veins of mountains and rivers carved into the stone, settled quietly and steadily within the monument.

Xuan Du withdrew his hand and turned to look at the figures who were silently watching:

"The Heavenly Stele has been rebuilt."

"The martial arts path within is sufficient to support your cultivation to the peak of Hunyuan Taiji."

"If someone can reach that point, they can step into the Dao Realm."

"At that time, I will be waiting for you in the Dao Realm."

As the voice faded, the figures beneath the Heavenly Stele bowed in unison, their voices echoing across the East Sea:

"Your disciple will remember your teachings!"

Xuan Du nodded slightly and said nothing more.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The figure in green robes traversed the surging waves and the rolling clouds in the sky, slowly making its way towards the edge of chaos.

He should go back.

The Dao Realm is still growing, and the nine primordial beings are still integrating their respective origins into the order of heaven and earth.

He wants to go back and take charge, laying a more lasting foundation for that land.

A moment later, the figure disappeared into the horizon.

On the shores of the East China Sea, beneath the Heavenly Stele, those figures still stood bowed, not rising for a long time.

They sensed the serene patterns on the Heavenly Stele, the fully unfolded martial arts path, and a clarity that even a billion-dollar event could never have achieved.

Fuxi slowly straightened up, his gaze falling in the direction where Xuandu had disappeared, and spoke in a low voice:

"Our master has already paved the way for us."

"The rest is up to us to walk on our own."

Shennong stood beside him, bathed in a hazy yellow light, his gaunt face displaying a determination that even billions of dollars had never shown before.

One by one, the figures beneath the Heavenly Stele straightened up and sat down cross-legged again.

Crimson-gold light flowed endlessly across the Heavenly Stele, and the martial arts flame of the Billion Yuan Society was silently passed on along this coast of the East China Sea, extending towards higher and farther directions.

They re-immersed themselves in their practice along the newly laid path.

Xuan Du had already crossed the edge of chaos, passed through the surging chaotic energy, and was slowly heading towards the Dao Realm.

That isolated world was radiating a warm and stable light in his perception, like a growing seed waiting for him to return, water it, and protect it.