White Guard whispered the name.
"Xuandu..."
He has never seen Xuandu.
But he has heard countless legends about Xuandu.
Hundred Year Dao Proving, Mend the Sky and Support the Heavens, kill Nuwa, and force Four Sages back.
Accept Three Human Ancestors as a disciple, establish Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, and pass on Hunyuan Dao.
Jie Sect Vice Sect Master, Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.
What kind of person is that?
What kind of grace is that?
That is a height that he, White Guard, can never reach.
It's not that he doesn't work hard enough.
It's because his heels are so bad.
It's because his qualifications are too poor.
It's his master... who doesn't want to teach him at all.
White Guard slowly closed his eyes.
A hint of bitterness flashed deep in those calm eyes.
Tens of thousands of dollars will be spent.
The apprenticeship is worth tens of thousands of dollars.
He has never felt the care of his master.
There is only indifference.
Only perfunctory.
Only the cold and biting elixir initiation.
Does he hate it?
Don't hate.
Because he has no right to hate.
He is the master's disciple.
It was his master who gave him cultivation.
It was Master who gave him strength.
It was Master who allowed him to transform from a casual cultivator into a powerful person like Quasi-Saint Peak.
He should be grateful.
Should be in awe.
You should be dead set.
But his heart could never get close to that cold old man.
Because that old man never regarded him as a disciple.
Just treat him as a tool.
Tools to prop up the facade.
White Guard Open your eyes.
The bitterness disappeared from those eyes.
Only peace remains.
A kind of calmness that sees things through.
"Xuandu is out of seclusion."
He whispered to himself:
"Went to Mount Sumeru."
"Go find Jieyin Zhunti."
"Who will be next?"
"Kunlun Mountain?"
"Or...Shouyang Mountain?"
He doesn't know.
But there was a hint of expectation in his heart.
Looking forward to That Green Clad Figure, embark on Shouyang Mountain.
Looking forward to That Green Clad Figure, standing in front of the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Looking forward to That Green Clad Figure, confronting the Master.
Then...
He White Guard can see it with his own eyes.
Take a look at what kind of person the legendary Xuandu is.
Look at how elegant Hundred Year Dao Proving and Zenith Heaven are.
Let's see what kind of methods Green Clad Figure, who hated Master to the core but could do nothing about, had.
White Guard A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The smile was very light, but it had a hint of unexplainable meaning.
It's not that I expect Master to lose.
It's not about gloating.
Just...
Want to see it.
Look at this Great Wilderness, who is in charge?
Look at this Heavenly Dao, who is the leader?
Look at this fate, who can Transcendence.
White Guard Close your eyes.
The breath all over his body slowly converged.
That illusory foundation, that chaotic aura, that uncontrollable power.
Still the same.
But he doesn't care.
Because he knew that this would be the case for his entire life.
Quasi-Saint Peak.
It's the end.
Further forward, it is Sage.
Available Sage, requires Primordial Violet Qi.
Requires Heavenly Dao approval.
It requires merit and luck.
He didn't.
Nothing.
He only has a master.
Only the cold old man.
Only the cold elixir initiation.
White Guard Take a deep breath and suppress the surging thoughts in your heart.
Meditate.
Practice.
No matter what, it's good to be alive.
When you are alive, there is hope.
As long as you live, you can wait until that day.
Wait until That Green Clad Figure and set foot on Shouyang Mountain.
Wait until the legendary Xuandu stands in front of him.
Wait until he asks in person:
"Fellow Daoist Xuandu, disciple, can you... worship Interception Sect?"
The sound fell, and there was deathly silence in the cave.
White Guard Close your eyes and say no more words.
Only the faint sound of breathing echoed in the simple cave.
Shouyang Mountain Top.
Eight Sceneries Palace in.
Laozi stood in front of the palace gate with his hands behind his hands, his eyes penetrated the void and fell in the direction of Mount Sumeru.
That breath has disappeared.
Xuandu is gone.
Left Mount Sumeru.
Where have you gone?
He doesn't know.
But he knew in his heart that when Xuandu came out of seclusion, he would make big moves.
That person never does anything useless.
Every step, every game, every piece.
They are all interconnected.
All progress step by step.
It's all part of the calculation.
He went to Mount Sumeru first, which must have profound meaning.
Purple Heaven Palace
The palace door is closed.
In the palace, Chaos Energy Flow flows slowly, like hundreds of millions of gray dragons entrenched in the void, surging silently.
The Grey Clad Figure stood on Chaos Depths with its hands behind its back, its back facing the palace gate and the endless void.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
He raised his eyes slightly.
A faint fluctuation flashed through the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for endless years.
The fluctuation was very faint, so faint that it was almost undetectable.
But if someone was watching, he would definitely be able to tell that he was shocked.
It was an extremely depressing shock.
He sensed it.
In the sky over Mount Sumeru, the fleeting breath of Dao Yi.
Xuandu.
Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.
Seventh Heaven.
Hongjun pupils shrink.
Seventh Heaven.
Tens of thousands of yuan was spent before Xuandu left Great Wilderness, but Third Heaven.
He thought that Xuandu was in retreat at Golden Ao Island.
He thought that Xuandu was just attacking Fourth Heaven.
He thought that he was a genius, that he was defiant, and that he had Chaos Bead in his hand.
With tens of thousands of yuan, it is already the limit to be able to break through from Third Heaven to Fourth Heaven.
After all, Hunyuan Dao, the further you go, the harder it gets.
Every breakthrough in a small realm requires endless origin, endless accumulation, and endless opportunities.
From Daoist Yang Mei to Chaos Demon God, from Third Heaven to Seventh Heaven, it took an unknown amount of time.
Xuandu He...
Why?
Hongjun's eyes narrowed slightly.
He remembered the breath just now.
Seventh Heaven.
It's clearly Seventh Heaven.
And the foundation is solid, the breath is strong, and there is no emptiness.
That is not a forced improvement in cultivation.
It is not a realm where elixirs accumulate.
It is not a castle in the air of Heavenly Dao source initiation.
It is a foundation that is laid down in a real way, with one punch and one kick.
It is the foundation accumulated from one Yuanhui to another.
It is Hunyuan Dao, the purest and most solid Seventh Heaven.
Hongjun's expression remains unchanged.
But in the depths of those indifferent eyes, the shock had turned into gloom.
Seventh Heaven.
Xuandu arrived at Seventh Heaven.
It was two heavens higher than he expected.
It was faster than he expected, by an unknown amount of time.
Than he expected...
More threatening.
But what shocked him was not just his cultivation.
There is still breath.
The breath of Xuandu disappeared.
From the moment he stepped into Mount Sumeru, he disappeared.
Not to converge, not to hide, but to disappear completely.
It is as if That Green Clad Figure never existed in In the Great Wilderness.
It was as if that Hunyuan Power had never been within his perception.
It seems that Seventh Heaven's cultivation is just his illusion.
But he knew it was not an illusion.
Because even though the breath only lasted for a moment, he could feel it clearly.
Zenith Heaven.
Seventh Heaven.
There's no way it's wrong.
Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.
Spiritual Sense gushes out like a tidal wave, covering Great Wilderness for hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.
Inch by inch.
Foot by foot.
One foot and one foot.
He searched carefully.
Mount Sumeru.
Kunlun Mountain.
Shouyang Mountain.
East Sea Golden Ao Island.
Netherworld Underworld.
Blood Sea.
Buzhou Mountain Ruins.
Every corner, every inch of void, every crack.
He never let go.
But nothing was found.
Only Jie Sect's Fortune is as golden as the sea.
Only Chaos Bell hangs in the hub, and the brilliance of the bell flows.
There is only That Green Clad Figure, as if it never existed.
Hongjun Open your eyes.
In those eyes, light flickered.
Cover the breath.
Even his Half-step Heavenly Dao couldn't sense it at all.
Jie Sect's Fortune alone cannot do it.
Chaos Bell alone cannot do it.
Xuandu can't even do it by relying on his own cultivation alone.
Unless...