A Single Breakthrough, Hunyuan Taiji Peak Stage

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, crimson gold light surged like a tide.

Time flowed soundlessly beneath Shichen's Time Dao—one thousand years, ten thousand years, tens of thousands of years.

The auras of those Human Race Cultivators were rising layer by layer at a visible pace. Countless strands of Martial Dao Will intertwined into an endless net, continuously surging toward That Green Clad Figure atop Heavenly Stele Peak.

Yet Xuandu had not moved.

He sat upright atop Heavenly Stele Peak, his green robes hanging down, his eyes slightly closed, like a stone statue submerged in deep water.

The five strands of feedback power from the Chaos Depths had completely fused into his origin, intertwining with the Martial Dao Will of the Myriad Myriad Human Race Cultivators. Like a surging vast ocean, they pushed that gauze-like barrier inch by inch toward the brink of shattering.

The cracks grew more numerous and denser.

That barrier was like thin ice repeatedly washed by countless tiny streams, collapsing layer by layer in a slow yet irreversible manner.

Xuandu sensed the changes but did not deliberately guide them or forcefully strike at them.

He merely allowed those powers to settle naturally within his origin, allowing the barrier to break apart on its own.

Because he knew that while forcibly breaking through could bring a faster advancement, it would leave hidden injuries.

And what he had to face was the Great Dao.

Even the slightest hidden injury could become a fatal flaw at a critical moment.

So he chose to wait.

To wait for that barrier to shatter on its own.

That wait did not last long.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, Fuxi's rising aura finally reached its peak.

His entire body shook. Deep within his profound eyes, an incomparably pure golden radiance abruptly lit up, as dazzling as