Who knew how much time had passed.
Within the chaos, That Green Clad Figure slowly came to a halt.
Xuandu stood with hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the surging Chaos Qi and falling upon the distance.
There, a speck of dust floated in the endless void.
Purple Qi swirled mistily, golden light soared to the heavens, and the radiance of the Six Paths' rotation flickered in and out of sight.
The Great Wilderness.
He had arrived.
Xuandu took a step, disappearing into that invisible barrier.
The void rippled silently.
The next second.
The Great Wilderness.
East Sea Coast.
Above the sky dome, the void abruptly twisted.
A green-clad figure stepped slowly out from the distortion and descended upon the Peak of Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.
Xuandu stood with hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering faintly, black hair cascading over his shoulders.
He lowered his eyes and looked below.
The Heavenly Stele remained as it had been, towering and majestic as ever.
That Chaos Light Gate still stood quietly there; behind its door leaf lay the Chaos Bead World.
Beside the light gate, Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi sat cross-legged, their auras vast like the sea. Their cultivation at the Quasi-Saint Peak had already reached perfection.
Everything was as usual.
Yet Xuandu froze.
Because he sensed them.
Two unfamiliar auras.
Two auras vast as an abyss and deep as the sea.
One was like heaven; one was like earth.
One was ever vigorous and unceasing; the other bore all things with great virtue.
They were the auras of Heavenly Dao Sages.
Not the Heavenly Dao.
But the Human Dao.
The Human Dao that had never truly awakened through hundreds of millions of yuanhui.
Xuandu's pupils contracted slightly. His spiritual sense surged forth like a