Upon learning that the Heart-Questioning Tower was opening, the beings of the Primordial Wilderness poured into the Taichu Realm.
For a time, spirit boats darted through the Taichu Realm like shuttles on a loom, and figures surged like a tide. The place bustled with activity.
Meanwhile, Xuanxiao sat atop the Heart-Questioning Tower, overlooking the teeming masses below.
The beings of the Primordial Wilderness had now entered a period of explosive growth in cultivation, and he certainly did not mind giving them a push.
Moreover, the Daos of every being who entered the Taichu Realm would leave traces there.
Once those traces remained, Xuanxiao could study their Daos.
The Taichu Realm did not merely benefit the beings of the Primordial Wilderness; it also nourished Xuanxiao's Great Dao.
Watching countless beings below enter the testing grounds, Xuanxiao's gaze grew thoughtful. "I wonder whether anyone will clear the Heart-Questioning Tower this time."
At that thought, Xuanxiao cast a somewhat disdainful glance at Mo Yuan, Laozi, and the others outside the Heart-Questioning Tower.
They could receive places in the Heart-Questioning Tower directly.
Had Laozi and the others known what Xuanxiao was thinking, they probably would have cursed him outright.
The ninth floor's trial was a fragment of the calamity of world creation.
It was the battle in which Great God Pangu had split heaven from earth, the battle that had given birth to the Primordial Wilderness.
Xuanxiao, that utterly inhuman bastard, had even plucked out that segment of spacetime and reproduced the battle inside the tower exactly as it had been.
Although the Chaos Demon Gods they faced were weaker than their true selves, every one of them still possessed the cultivation of a primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.
And the most terrifying thing was their sheer number.
The Chaos Demon Gods stretched without end,