Chapter 480 A Battle of Trapped Beasts, Hunyuan Taiji Submits Xuandu's words clearly pierced through the surging Chaos Qi and fell straight into the depths of the dark red light.
"As I have said, I came here to make a deal with you, senior."
"The senior was trapped in the billion-dollar club, barely surviving by relying on the essence of the Spirit Vein."
"But the source of that Spirit Vein will eventually be exhausted, and at that time, you will completely disappear."
Not even a trace of regret will remain.
"Are you willing to accept this, senior?"
"Does the senior want to live?"
The dark red light remained silent.
A moment later, the old, hoarse voice rang out again.
This time, there was no trace of ferocity in the voice.
There was only a suppressed, slightly longing hoarse voice.
"Live?"
"I am already a broken body, how can I live?"
"Are you suggesting that you can resurrect me?"
"Ridiculous."
Even the presence of the Hunyuan Taiji could not restore a wisp of remnant spirit to a physical body.
"You, a Nine Heavens Peak, what gives you the right to spout such nonsense?"
Xuandu gazed at the dark red light, his voice calm.
"This junior is indeed unable to revive the senior, nor can he restore the senior's physical body."
"But I can help you live in a different way."
The dark red light suddenly froze.
"In what way?"
Xuandu said, slowly and deliberately:
"Become my This Master."
"Take your lingering regrets and make you my disciple."
"Follow me in my cultivation, follow me in my travels, follow me in my comprehension of the Great Dao."
"Once I break through to the Hunyuan Taiji, I can rebuild your Dao Foundation."
"At that time, although you will no longer be the same person you were back then, you will be able to live in this world anew in a different identity."
The sound faded, and the void fell into a deathly silence.
The dark red light stopped surging, as if the owner of the voice was completely stunned by these words.
A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.
He is a being who survived the era of the Chaos Demon God.
He was an unparalleled powerhouse of the same generation as Xuandi.
He was the one who once shattered the Dao Foundation of Xuandi Hunyuan Taiji Late-Stage.
Now, a Nine Heavens Peak who came from Great Wilderness primordial era.
They actually want to take him as their disciple?
They actually want him to be their disciple?
That aged, hoarse voice rang out again, carrying an extreme mockery.
Hahahahaha...
"You want me to become your This Master?"
"You, a Nine Heavens Peak, expect me, a Hunyuan Taiji level being, to become your This Master?"
Are you crazy, or are you stupid?
"Do you know that when I was roaming the Chaos Depths, your ancestors hadn't even been born yet!"
"You want me to become your This Master? You're not worthy!"
Xuandu stood in the void, listening to the piercing laughter, his expression unchanged.
He waited until the laughter subsided before slowly speaking.
"You're right, senior."
"This junior is indeed unworthy."
" The Nine Heavens Peak is nothing but an ant before the Hunyuan Taiji."
"But now, even you, senior, are but a wisp of remnant will."
"It's just an ant trapped in Spirit Vein, unable to escape."
"If you are unwilling to become my disciple, then you shall remain trapped here."
"Wait until the Spirit Vein's source is exhausted, wait until it completely dissipates."
"So what if the senior is the Hunyuan Taiji?"
"In the end, you'll just turn into a wisp of dust in the Chaos, unknown to anyone."
The laughter abruptly stopped as the sound faded.
A deathly silence hung in the crimson light.
The voice fell silent, silent for a long time.
After a long time, the grayish-white air currents in the void gradually returned to calm.
So long that Xuandu thought the voice would never be heard again.
But just as he was about to turn and leave, that old, hoarse voice came again.
This time, there was no longer any mockery or arrogance in that voice.
There was only one kind of hoarse voice, one that had been struck at the heart, and one that sounded like someone struggling.
"You... can you truly rebuild my Dao Foundation?"
Xuandu didn't turn around; his voice was as calm as still water.
"Once I break through to the Hunyuan Taiji, I will naturally be able to."
"But that will take time."
"It could be ten thousand years, or it could be tens of thousands of yuan."
"If you are willing to wait, then I will become your disciple."
"If you are unwilling, then continue to wait for death here."
"I won't insist."
As the sound faded, the dark red light surged violently.
It was as if the owner of that voice was going through an unprecedented struggle.
Despite the billions of dollars at the meeting, he never bowed his head to anyone.
Even with only a sliver of hope remaining, he never gave in.
But today, he is facing a cultivator at the Nine Heavens Peak.
A cultivator holding Chaos Bead.
A monk who says things like, "Take me This Master."
He should have killed this man with a single blow, as easily as swatting an ant.
But he couldn't do it.
Because he is trapped here and cannot get out.
Because his power had been eroded by billions of dollars by that Spirit Vein Node.
Because that Chaos Bead could indeed counter all of his methods.
He couldn't kill Xuandu.
They couldn't escape.
There are only two paths to choose from.
Either stay trapped here and wait to die.
Alternatively, you could humble yourself, become an apprentice, and find another way to make a living.
The dark red light surged for a long time.
Then, the light slowly faded.
That aged, hoarse voice rang out again, carrying a weariness that the billionaire had never experienced before.
"You win."
"I... want to become your This Master."
Xuandu turned around and looked at the dark red light.
"Senior, you don't regret it?"
The voice paused for a moment, then let out a very soft sigh.
"Regret?"
Do I even have the right to regret it?
"You stood before me, holding the Chaos Bead, and spoke with such conviction."
"I can't kill you, and I can't escape."
"If I don't become your This Master, I can only wait to die."
"I may be arrogant, but I'm not stupid. Who would choose to die if they could live?"
Xuandu gazed at the dark red light and remained silent for a moment.
He then nodded slightly.
"It's good that you've figured it out. There's no rush to become an apprentice. I need to do something first."
He raised his hand, and the Chaos Bead slowly rose.
Forty-nine Chaos Restriction lit up simultaneously, their radiance surging forth like a tide, enveloping the dark red light.
The dark red light surged violently, letting out a low roar.
"What are you up to?"
Xuandu's voice was calm.
"Seal away the lingering resentment of that enemy! Of course, not you."
"It's the source of the remaining Karma within the sealed Spirit Vein Node."
"Your lingering resentment is fused with that Spirit Vein; unless you untangle that causal Karma, you will be unable to escape this place."
"What I need to do is to completely sever that Karma."
"Strip your lingering resentment from the Spirit Vein."
As soon as the voice fell, the dark red light suddenly stopped.
The old, hoarse voice carried a barely suppressed tremor.
"You... can you do it?"
"That Karma and effect was planted by an existence at the Hunyuan Taiji level."
Even Half-Step Hunyuan Taiji cannot sever it.
"How could you, a Nine Heavens Peak, possibly do that?"
Xuandu did not answer.
He simply closed his eyes, and the light of the Chaos Bead grew even brighter.
Forty-nine restrictions activated simultaneously, completely enveloping the dark red light along with the entire Spirit Vein Node.
"Buzz."
Within the Chaos Bead, an ancient and profound law pattern quietly appeared.
The patterns resembled chains, and the entire piece Chaos Color.
Each link of the chain is engraved with an Innate Dao Patterns.
That was the power deepest within the Chaos Bead, Origin Power that even Xuandu had not fully comprehended.
The chain slowly extended and disappeared into the dark red light.