Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, before the Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back atop the ruined peak, looking up at the sky. The sword light in his eyes flickered uncertainly, and the Zhuxian Sword Intent around him rose and fell like mountains, or surged like a raging sea.

He could sense it.

That terrifying collision originating from the end of chaos, that clash of power that transcends primordial chaos and rules—even across endless time and space, still caused his holy foundation to tremble slightly.

The sword intent hummed, a mixture of longing and... helplessness.

"Master."

Duobao Daoren, Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and other core disciples of the Jie Sect stood solemnly behind Tongtian, their faces grave.

Although their cultivation was not as high as that of a saint, their sect's lineage was of the same origin as Tongtian's, and they could vaguely sense the battle in the chaos that concerned the survival of the primordial world.

"Vice Leader Kong Xuan...can he win?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit spoke softly, her eyes filled with undisguised worry.

The Eye of Chaos.

Those terrifying beings, born before the primordial chaos was shattered and feeding on all worlds, are not to be trifled with.

Even though Kong Xuan has reached the peak of the Primordial Chaos Limitless Realm, his opponent has been entrenched in the depths of chaos for billions of years. How profound is his foundation? How unpredictable are his methods?

No one dares to make a definitive statement.

Tongtian remained silent.

He gazed into the depths of chaos, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he slowly uttered a sentence:

"He must win."

His voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

As the new order of the primordial world was first established, the three foundations were not yet stable.

If Kong Xuan is defeated, then the Eye of Chaos, with its power to devour all worlds, will descend upon the primordial world... Who can stop it?

At that time, the primordial world will be completely consumed by that eyeball, all races will perish, and civilization will be extinguished.

There is no turning back in this situation.

"But... if something truly unforeseen happens, we..."

Yunxiao's voice trembled slightly, and he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say the second half of the sentence.

Everyone fell silent.

They all understood the meaning of "the clouds have not yet reached their end".

If Kong Xuan is defeated, what can these saints, quasi-saints, and even the entire prehistoric world do?

It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Let's wait and see."

Tongtian slowly closed his eyes, but his sword intent became even more refined:

"Trust him."

The four words seemed to have been uttered with all his strength.

However, the worry in his heart grew wildly like vines, entwining his sacred foundation and almost obscuring his Dao heart.

Not just Biyou Palace.

Chaoge City, the Temple of Humanity.

Di Xin stood before the palace, the Kongtong Seal in his hand humming incessantly, the nine dragon phantoms on the seal churning endlessly, their roars carrying an undisguised restlessness.

He sensed it too.

That terrifying fluctuation from the depths of chaos, like a sword hanging overhead, caused the entire river of human destiny to tremble.

"His Majesty."

Wen Zhong, Shang Rong, and other senior officials stood below the steps, their faces pale.

Although their cultivation level is not as high as that of saints, they wield the power of humanity and are connected to the primordial land, making them more acutely aware of potential crises.

That fluctuation... was terrifying.

It felt like the end of the world was coming.

"Senior Kong Xuan...can you win?"

Shang Rong's voice was dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Di Xin remained silent.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, his gaze piercing through the thirty-three heavens, looking into the chaotic depths that even saints could not fathom.

a long time.

He slowly tightened his grip on the Kongtong Seal, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Pass on the order."

"The Nine Sages of Humanity, gather immediately and activate the Humanity Array Eye of the 'Three Powers and Myriad Spirits Great Array'."

"If...if my senior is to fail."

Di Xin paused, then his voice suddenly turned stern:

"We, the human race, shall shed our last drop of blood for the primordial world!"

"yes!"

The ministers echoed in unison, their eyes showing fear, but without the slightest hesitation.

Humanity is about continuous self-improvement.

Even if it means death, we must fight!

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Queen Mother of the West stood silently before the mirror, the Kunlun Mirror shimmering with light, yet its reflection was a chaotic and blurry mess.

Even such a supreme innate treasure could not penetrate the barrier of the Chaos Eye to see the entire battlefield.

But she could sense it.

That malice originating from the depths of chaos is slowly but steadily waning...

"Your Majesty."

The fairy attendant beside him spoke softly:

"Senior Kong Xuan, he..."

He will win.

The Queen Mother of the West interrupted the celestial attendant with her cold voice.

She looked up at the blurry, indistinct reflection in the mirror, her plain white sleeves fluttering even without wind.

"Send a message to the Heavenly Court."

"The three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods, each returned to their positions, and activated the Heavenly Dao Array Eye."

"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers lined up outside the Heavenly Gate."

"This battle... concerns the very survival of the primordial world."

"The Heavenly Court shall be the vanguard."

"Receive the imperial decree!"

The celestial attendant bowed and withdrew.

The Queen Mother of the West remained standing before the mirror, her gaze cold and clear as frost, yet her slender hand in her sleeve quietly clenched.

Eye of Chaos...

Although she did not witness it herself, there were vague records of such beings in the Kunlun Mirror's inherited memories.

The Chaos Calamity was born before the Primordial Chaos was shattered.

We feed on the world and are nourished by civilization.

Kong Xuan...can you really kill this scoundrel?

Before the netherworld, in the cycle of reincarnation.

The Goddess Pingxin was surrounded by a radiant aura, and the gates of the six realms of reincarnation slowly rotated behind her, with countless scenes of souls being reborn rising and falling.

She also sensed the fluctuations deep within the chaos.

Even clearer than that of Emperor Xin and the Queen Mother of the West.

Because that malice contains extreme hatred and greed for the earth, for life, and for reincarnation.

It was as if it wanted to drag all sentient beings into eternal oblivion.

"Fellow Daoist..."

He spoke softly and calmly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Although she and Kong Xuan were not close, the restoration of the ancient world and the revival of the underground passages were all thanks to Kong Xuan's efforts.

If Kong Xuan is defeated...

She dared not think any further.

"Pass on the order."

He spoke slowly and calmly, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"The Ten Kings of Hell each perform their duties, ensuring the stability of the cycle of reincarnation."

"The ghostly soldiers and generals guard the borders of the underworld."

"This battle... concerns the very foundation of the primordial world."

"The underworld must not be lost."

"Follow the law!"

In the void, countless phantom images of underworld deities appeared, bowing in unison.

Pingxin said no more, slowly closed his eyes, and the radiant light around him became even more condensed, closely connected with the primordial earth, transforming into the most solid backing.

In a short time.

The three paths of the primordial world are all waiting.

We await the outcome of that life-or-death battle deep within the chaos.

Waiting for Kong Xuan... to return.

Time slowly slipped away amidst the torment.

Every breath felt like an eternity.

The fluctuations deep within the chaos were sometimes intense, sometimes subdued, like the struggles and howls of a dying beast.

All living beings in the primordial world are on the brink of death.