This Breakthrough lasted for a full nine years.
Lin Feng's entry into the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm was not easy. His method of breaking through this time was different from his previous life, following Han Xuanji's method.
Now his flesh was mangled and his bones shattered inch by inch, only to knit back together in a faint cyan-gold light. This repeated nine times; each destruction was more thorough than the last, and each Rebirth brought him closer to Perfection.
On this day.
All anomalies came to an abrupt halt.
The storm subsided, and the Laws returned to their places.
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. A Dao script woven of cyan and gold appeared on his forehead, and deep within his Divine Soul, a cyan Dao Fruit solidified.
The Primordial Dao Fruit was initially formed.
Lin Feng looked down at his body, reborn from the fire and completely transformed, and remained silent for a long time.
In his previous life, when he attained the Dao of Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal, he had also experienced many tribulations, achieving the Dao Fruit only after narrowly escaping death.
At that time, he thought that was all there was to Hunyuan: supreme authority, an immortal existence, and the freedom of ten thousand Laws following one's heart.
It wasn't until today that he realized his previous life's Dao Fruit, though seemingly perfect, was actually unripe.
Lin Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air. As it fell into the air, it actually transformed into a cyan lotus, which then withered and scattered into points of flowing light, returning to nothingness.
He looked up toward a certain void in the Chaos.
"You've been watching for so long, aren't you coming out?"
As soon as he spoke, ripples appeared in that void, and a figure stumbled out, grumbling:
"I came over to protect you as soon as I broke through. Since you succeeded, even if I have no credit, I've at least worked hard, right?"
The newcomer wore black robes, his long hair loosely tied, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but even more laughter hidden deep within.
His aura was also that of a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal, though his Foundation was slightly inferior to Lin Feng's.
Lin Feng looked at him, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
"I know you succeeded in your Breakthrough; there's no need to show off."
The two stood quietly for a moment as the surrounding storm completely subsided.
Chen Yan suddenly said:
"What are your plans next? Now that you've re-attained Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm, you have some confidence and don't need to fear that ungrateful Disciple of yours."
A faint coldness flickered in Lin Feng's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed as he said indifferently:
"The time is not yet ripe; there's no rush."
His tone was calm, yet it contained a hidden blade.
Chen Yan raised an eyebrow:
"You've become rational, not bad, not bad."
Lin Feng did not continue this topic. He looked toward a direction in the Chaos with some nostalgia.
Chen Yan followed his gaze and suddenly understood something:
"You want to go back?"
Lin Feng nodded.
"How long has it been since you went back?"
Chen Yan calculated.
"When you left back then, you had just broken through to Grand Unity Golden Immortal?"
"Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-one years."
Lin Feng said.
Chen Yan joked:
"Remembering it so clearly, it seems you plan to return home in glory."
Lin Feng shook his head and said:
"I want to pay a visit to my Master. If not for him, I wouldn't have broken through to Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm so quickly."
Back then, he was still trapped in the shadow of his previous life, his heart filled only with revenge and attaining the Dao. Fortunately, he met Han Xuanji, who broke his Heart Demon.
Without Han Xuanji, there would be no him today.
Lin Feng felt that since he was now at the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal Realm, he should be able to gain Han Xuanji's recognition.
Hearing this, Chen Yan's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Who on earth is your Master? I've always heard you mention him."
"This... Master's title is not well-known; you probably haven't heard of it."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and really couldn't think of any title for Han Xuanji.
But what he could be certain of was that Han Xuanji's cultivation was unfathomably deep.
Once Lin Feng said this, Chen Yan's curiosity became even more uncontrollable.
He had known Lin Feng for more than a day.
This Prodigy, who was a Hunyuan Emperor in his previous life and re-attained Hunyuan in this life, the only one he actively mentioned with respect in his tone was this "Master."
"Title not well-known?"
Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and muttered:
"How could someone you call Master be unknown? You've probably been in bitter cultivation for too long and don't know what kind of figure your Master is in the outside world."
Lin Feng shook his head, not taking offense.
"Master has an indifferent nature and lives in his Immortal Cave to cultivate. He rarely gets involved in the conflicts of the Immortal Realm, and his cultivation is not apparent. Most people who know him in the outside world probably do so because of his extraordinary ability to teach Disciples..."
He paused, seemingly reminiscing.
"However, my fellow Senior and Junior Brothers are no ordinary Mortals..."
Chen Yan was silent for a moment.
"Then your Master... what Realm was he in when he took you in?"
Lin Feng said crossly:
"Master's cultivation is unfathomably deep; how could I possibly know?"
Then he paused, slightly ashamed:
"Later, I left the Immortal Realm to travel the Chaos, focusing on attaining the Dao, and never asked again. We actually lost contact, and I only occasionally sent word that I was safe."
"Is that so... then you must take me to see him when you go back."
Chen Yan felt Lin Feng was being a bit hyperbolic. In the vastness of the Chaos, what Powerful Expert had he not heard of? But he hadn't seen Lin Feng like this...
On the other side.
Immortal Realm, Thirty-Three Heavens, Xuantian Dao Palace.
Inside Xuantian Hall, Han Xuanji slowly opened his eyes. Floating before him was a mass of the Lord of Ten Thousand Voids' Origin, the "heart of nothingness," which had been refined to the size of a pellet.
Even with Han Xuanji's ability, refining it was not easy; he hadn't completely absorbed it even after a thousand years.
However, the gains over these years were naturally not small. Deep within Han Xuanji's forehead, that limitless dao fruit, which had long been perfect and without flaw, slowly took on a luster it had never had before.
He had many Physiques, but since stepping into the Limitless Realm, they had actually been slowly fused by him into a single Physique, reaching an incredible level.
Nominally, it might still be called the Chaos True Spirit Body, but it was far beyond what a Chaos Physique could compare to, nor could an ordinary Chaos Demon God compare to it.
Especially after signing in for the Chaos Spiritual Root and then fusing the heart of nothingness into his own Dao, he seemed to have reached a critical point.
On this day, Han Xuanji finally broke through. While stepping into the seventh level of the Limitless Primordial, he also realized that nothingness is "nothing," yet from nothingness something can be born, and something can return to nothingness—that is the "existence" behind "nothingness."
It is that indescribable initial opportunity when the ten thousand Laws have not yet been born.
Han Xuanji exhaled a breath of turbid air.
As the turbid air left his mouth, it turned into a wisp of pale gray airflow and integrated into the void in an instant, as if it had never existed.
But at the moment it disappeared, all living beings within the Xuantian Dao Palace, from the mountain-guarding Spirit Beasts to the Disciples in closed-door cultivation, felt something in their hearts at the same moment.
That feeling was extremely faint, so faint it was almost impossible to capture.
It was as if a certain originally blurred boundary between heaven and earth had suddenly become a bit clearer.
Han Xuanji looked at his panel. The entries for his many Physiques had turned into a blank space, seemingly waiting for him to fill it. With a thought from Han Xuanji, this blank space was given a name.
[Xuantian Creation Body]