Heavenly Stele Reforged, Martial Dao Kindling

On the East Sea Coast, the roar of the tides was like thunder.

Xuandu descended before the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, standing with his hands behind his back as his gaze swept over the figures cultivating around it.

Fuxi sat to the left of the Heavenly Stele, azure light flowing around him like tides. Sensing that familiar aura suddenly drawing near, his entire body shuddered, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Within those profound eyes surged a radiance he had never possessed in countless eras.

"Master!"

Fuxi cried out softly, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion.

He sprang to his feet and hurried forward, bowing deeply before Xuandu.

"You've returned!"

Shennong, Xuanyuan, Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, Ziyi Shi, the Five Emperors, and the several dozen Martial Dao cultivators all awoke from their cultivation. One figure after another gathered around That Green Clad Figure.

In mere moments, dense ranks of figures stood beneath the Heavenly Stele.

The same emotions surged within their eyes—excitement, reverence, and anticipation, woven into a silent tide.

Xuandu looked at them, sensing the profound and solid auras surrounding them, and nodded slightly.

"I came back to take a look."

"And, while I was at it, to pave another stretch of the road for you."

Fuxi straightened, a trace of caution stirring in his eyes.

"Master, your aura is utterly different from before."

"Though this disciple is only at the Hunyuan Taiji Early-Stage and cannot perceive the true level of your realm—"

"I can tell that you are already completely unlike any existence within Chaos."

"You... have achieved Transcendence?"

The moment those two words left Fuxi's mouth, silence suddenly fell beneath the Heavenly Stele.

All the figures held their breath, their gazes fixed on Xuandu as they awaited his answer.

Xuandu looked at them, fell silent for