At the Spirit Vein's Edge, Candle Dragon Watched

At the edge of the Primordial Spirit Vein, gray-white light churned slowly beneath Xuandu's feet like a solidified sea of clouds.

Every step he took was steady, neither hurried nor slow. He was like a guest arriving for an appointment, composed and certain.

The Chaos Bead's veil of light flowed ceaselessly around him, shutting out both the overwhelmingly dense spiritual energy and the pressure from the spirit vein's origin.

He sensed an aura awakening deep within the spirit vein—profound, ancient, and steeped in an indifference that had remained unchanged through countless cosmic cycles.

Candle Dragon had awakened.

Yet Candle Dragon did not strike.

He merely opened his eyes and watched the Green Clad Figure making his way along the edge of the Primordial Spirit Vein, across billions of miles of chaotic spiritual energy.

Those crimson-gold eyes lit up deep within the spirit vein like two blazing suns submerged in the depths of an ocean, flickering as they followed Xuandu's every movement.

Xuandu sensed that gaze but neither stopped nor looked back.

He continued walking slowly along the edge of the Primordial Spirit Vein, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding chaos energy flows and channels of spiritual energy as though admiring the scenery.

He was looking.

Looking at the relatively stable spiritual energy nodes along the spirit vein's edge, at the rifts in the void where living beings could find footing, and at the regions made exceptionally fertile by the origin power spilling from the spirit vein.

Although those regions lay outside the core of the Primordial Spirit Vein, they were more than sufficient for cultivators at the Zenith Heaven level to consolidate their foundations.

If he could establish a cultivation sanctuary here, the Interception Sect would gain an even firmer foothold in the Chaos Depths.

Xuandu continued onward, committing the