Postwar Consolidation, the Path of Transcendence

The void above the Chaos Ancient Forest was slowly healing.

The emerald-green radiance that had been crushed apart by the power of the descending Great Dao began to gather and take shape once more.

Xuandu stood atop an ancient branch as the light screen of the Chaos Bead gradually contracted, its forty-nine Chaos Restrictions sinking back into the depths of the bead.

He lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the Chaos Bead in his palm and sensing the gray-white mark within it that was slowly falling dormant.

Dao Yi's shell still lay quietly in the depths of the bead, while the mark inscribed by the will of the Martial Dao Great Dao operated soundlessly.

The Great Dao had withdrawn, but It had made Itself clear. It would return.

When It came again, It would not give him a second chance.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked toward the figures before him.

Taixu sat cross-legged in the nearby void. His gray-white robe was covered in cracks, and his aura was recovering at an exceedingly slow pace.

His profound eyes were half-closed. Sensing Xuandu's gaze, he opened them slightly.

"You're thinking about the next battle."

Xuandu nodded at his words.

"I'm thinking about how to enter the Transcendence Realm."

"Between Half-Step Transcendence and true Transcendence lies an insurmountable chasm."

"You were sealed for countless epochs and comprehended day and night, yet you only touched its threshold."

"If I cultivate step by step, it will take at least hundreds of thousands of epochs before I can reach that barrier."

"But the Great Dao will not give me that much time."

Taixu looked at him in silence for a moment before speaking.

"The gap between the Transcendence Realm and the Hunyuan Taiji Peak Stage is not a gap in strength."

"It is a difference