The Dao Realm Opens Its Gates, and All Sides Come to Join

News of the Dao Realm spread in ripples throughout the chaos, crossing surging undercurrents and shattered rifts in the void.

Hunyuan taiji cultivators long trapped at bottlenecks, wandering independent cultivators with nowhere to call home, and ancient beings lying dormant deep within ruins as they awaited an opportunity all turned their gazes toward the Dao Realm.

At first, only scattered probing auras appeared, cautious and tentative, lingering briefly outside the boundary before withdrawing.

But as time passed, those auras grew ever more numerous, like sparks gradually lighting up the night.

The first figure stopped outside the Dao Realm's boundary.

The figure was stooped and aged, his aura fluctuating between hunyuan taiji early-stage and mid-stage, like a stone statue worn down by the passage of countless years.

He gazed at the churning expanse of pale golden light, his clouded eyes filled with a hesitation and hope he had not felt in billions of cosmic cycles.

He remained silent for a long time, then spoke:

"This junior has wandered the chaos for billions of cosmic cycles, yet I have never been able to break through that bottleneck."

"I heard that an independent heaven and earth exists here, called the Dao Realm, where cultivators can break free of their shackles."

"I have boldly come to seek a chance to enter the Dao."

His voice was quiet, yet it passed clearly through the pale golden boundary and reached Xuandu's ears.

Xuandu sat atop the mountain at the center of this heaven and earth, sensing the figure's aura.

Though aged, the man had an exceptionally solid foundation, like ancient wood weathered by wind and frost for billions of cosmic cycles. His exterior was withered, but vitality still flowed within.

Xuandu fell silent for a moment, then spoke. His voice was quiet, yet it likewise pierced