Reentering Chaos, the Sixty-Year Pact

Crimson gold light slowly churned beneath the Heavenly Stele, while the figures of myriad myriad Human Race Cultivators stretched across the East Sea Coast like an unbroken mountain range.

The auras of those who had just made breakthroughs intertwined into a net, shrouding the entire coast in a dense and boundless aura.

Fuxi stood beside the Heavenly Stele, crimson gold Martial Dao Will flowing faintly around him.

He looked at Xuandu, sensing that utterly restrained yet unfathomable aura, and an unprecedented sense of reassurance surged within him after countless eons.

The Hunyuan Taiji Peak Stage had been achieved.

The foundation of the Human Martial Dao lineage had been thoroughly stabilized.

Xuandu stood before the Heavenly Stele, his gaze sweeping across the surging sea of people.

He said nothing more. He merely stood there, allowing that abyss-deep, weighty aura to spread naturally.

After a moment, he slightly turned his head toward Fuxi.

"I'm leaving."

The three words fell, and the surging aura beneath the Heavenly Stele abruptly stilled.

Fuxi looked at him, his eyes churning with incomparably complicated emotions—reluctance, unwillingness to part—yet he ultimately did not speak a single word to ask him to stay.

He knew Xuandu's path lay in the Chaos Depths, not in the Great Wilderness.

Although the foundation of the Human Martial Dao had been stabilized, the true road to supremacy still awaited him in the Chaos Depths.

"Master, when will you return?" Fuxi asked in a low voice.

Xuandu looked at him and fell silent for a moment. "I don't know."

"Perhaps soon, perhaps after a long time."

"But no matter how long it takes, the path of the Martial Dao lineage has already been laid."

"You need only continue along that path, and you will not go astray."

Fuxi bowed slightly. "This disciple understands."

"Master,