A few months isn't a long time.
The airship passed through one gray sea after another, the scenery around it remained almost unchanged, only turning slightly when Leng Qianshuang occasionally adjusted the course.
The Saint-level flying boat is still not in any danger in the outer area of this Primordial Sea.
Although those Hongmeng beings did not possess high intelligence, they still had the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and thus they all avoided them.
Han Xuanji has not come out since entering the Seclusion Chamber. The door has remained tightly closed, and even his aura has been completely concealed.
And on this day, that door finally opened.
When Han Xuanji came out, his expression was more composed than a few months ago, and there seemed to be an indescribable gleam in the depths of his eyes.
For the past few months, he has been digesting his insights from the " Nine Heavens Heavenly Mandate Instruction." Although his cultivation level has not improved significantly, he can feel that his understanding of the Dao of Fate is much clearer than before.
The feeling was like standing on a high place overlooking a river; before, you could only see the ripples on the surface, but now you can vaguely discern the direction of the riverbed.
This is a shift in perception, and its benefits to him are immeasurable.
"It's nearby."
Han Xuanji looked at the gradually thickening gray fog in front of the flying boat and said softly.
Leng Qianshuang didn't ask any further questions, but simply adjusted the speed of the flying boat slightly.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes and extended his senses forward.
When he first entered the Eternal Dao Master, he dared not explore the Primordial Sea, but now he is not so timid. As long as his Divine Sense does not touch any taboos, there are basically no problems.
Thanks to advancements in the Dao of Fate, he was able to pinpoint the exact location of Chaos more accurately than before.
The connection, though still vague, was no longer as elusive as before; instead, it steadily drew him in, like an invisible thread linking him to that region.
In his perception, the Chaos aura gradually became clearer, as if that world was slowly approaching him.
Meanwhile, deep within Chaos.
In an ancient Daoist temple, Han Hu, who had been sitting in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.
In that instant, a barely suppressed glint flashed in his pupils, as if a stone had been thrown into a long-dormant lake, causing ripples.
He suddenly stood up and muttered:
"It's the master's scent."
His voice was a little strained, carrying a suppressed excitement.
"He's back?!"
Han Hu was confident that his senses were correct, and he slowly moved towards Han Xuanji's direction with Chaos in tow.
At the same time, he quickly spread the news.
Numerous spiritual lights, carrying messages from various Daoist temples, flew out, piercing through layers of void and dispersing towards all parts of the Chaos.
Inside a Daoist temple.
The Supreme Dao Venerable was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, his body enveloped in a faint Daoist aura, as if he had merged with the Chaos.
When the telepathic light landed in front of him, he slowly opened his eyes, the calmness in his gaze gone.
"He's back."
Supreme Dao Venerable turned to look at Primordial Beginning Dao Venerable beside him, who had also received the message. The two exchanged a glance and spoke at the same time.
They both had the same look in their eyes.
Deep within the Immortal Realm, in the High Heaven Hall.
Lin Feng's true form is currently in seclusion for cultivation.
The Immortal Realm has been peaceful for countless years. He only needs to send out one avatar to handle affairs, and he spends most of his time in seclusion cultivating.
The arrival of the telepathic light broke the silence of the quiet room.
Lin Feng raised his head, and in that instant, his aura involuntarily leaked out a bit, causing the entire High Heaven Hall to tremble.
The guards outside the palace looked at each other, wondering why the Heavenly Emperor, who had been quiet for millions of years, would suddenly lose his composure.
Mystic Heaven Dao Palace.
Li Taiqing stood up and looked out at the layered sea of clouds outside the hall. The light deep in his eyes said it all.
"Master... you're finally back."
Yun Wuji sat atop a celestial peak, while the crowd below listened to his sermon.
The arrival of the telepathic light caused his previously calm voice to pause, and he suddenly uttered a statement that no one had expected.
Did I hear that right?
" The Dao Ancestor Ancestor's master, that is..."
Everyone looked up at Yun Wuji, only to see that this being, who was revered as the " Wuji Dao Ancestor," had an expression on his face that they had never seen before.
Gone was his usual dignified and composed demeanor, replaced by a delighted smile.
Below the stage, Han Yun, the eldest Wuji Dao Ancestor, the Supreme Han Household Patriarch, and Han Yun Hunyuan Wuji Dao Venerable, all wore thoughtful expressions.
Master's Master...
Isn't he that Supreme Great Heavenly Venerable, Lord of Chaos, Mystic Heaven Dao Ancestor, Savior of Chaos... and the true Supreme Ancestor of the Han Household!
at the same time.
Throughout the Chaos, all those familiar figures who had once followed Han Xuanji spontaneously stopped what they were doing.
Some people awoke from their meditation, some put down their tasks, and some stood on high places gazing into the depths of the void.
Millions of years of waiting seemed to have finally come to fruition at this moment.
Beyond the Chaos, the flying boat gradually slowed down, eventually hovering steadily in a hazy gray void.
Not far ahead, on the sea, floats an inconspicuous leaf, its entire body emerald green, its veins clearly visible, no different from an ordinary leaf.
It hung there quietly, as if it had simply drifted there on the wind, completely inconspicuous.
Han Xuanji gazed at the leaf, a complex expression in his eyes.
He turned to Leng Qianshuang and said:
"Senior sister, that leaf is the Primal Chaos vessel from which I was born."
Leng Qianshuang followed his gaze, looked at the leaf for a moment, and her eyes held a hint of curiosity.
Each Primal Chaos takes on a different form; some resemble leaves, some teardrops, and some a stone.
She nodded:
"Then go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
Han Xuanji didn't say much. He separated a wisp of divine thought from his body, turned it into a ray of light, and floated towards the leaf.
The main body remained on the flying boat, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed.
That wisp of divine thought pierced through the thin membrane on the surface of the leaf and entered a vast and boundless world.
His current strength far exceeds the limit that this Chaos can bear. If his true form were to enter, his mere existence would be enough to cause this world to collapse.
This wisp of divine thought, though carrying only a tiny fraction of his power, was still enough to accomplish many things.
Han Xuanji arrived in the Immortal Realm and stood once again in the familiar world, feeling that long-lost aura.
The familiar feeling brought him a sense of peace.
He didn't rush to find his old friends, but instead sped off in one direction.