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

Kong Xuan stood deep within Biyou Palace, his black robe motionless in the gentle breeze of the quiet room.

His gaze was calm, but his divine sense had already sunk into the very core of the Dao Fruit Universe.

There, the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror floated silently.

The primordial purple aura flowing across the mirror was as warm and gentle as ever, and the forty-nine restrictive runes had long since completely merged with Kong Xuan's origin, with no separation whatsoever.

The previous abilities of investigation, deduction, and monitoring are merely the most basic uses of this mirror.

Just now.

After Kong Xuan refined the Eye of Chaos and absorbed its primordial crystal, a very subtle ripple, seemingly originating from the same source as the river of time, quietly spread out from the deepest part of the mirror.

"Time travel?"

Kong Xuan's gaze narrowed slightly, his divine sense like a knife, cutting into the depths of that ripple.

In an instant.

Countless fragmented images, inverted timelines, and intertwined torrents of cause and effect surged toward his soul like a river bursting its banks!

That is the imprint of endless time and space recorded, reflected, and carried by the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror since its birth in the Hongmeng era!

The creation of heaven and earth, the initial calamity of the Dragon and Han dynasties, the great war between the Lich King and the Demon King, the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods...

Even some tiny worlds that Kong Xuan had never heard of, yet which truly existed in every corner of the chaos.

All that has passed, all that is to come, all that is possible, all that is branching out.

They all rise and fall within it!

"I see."

Kong Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his pupils swirling with a chaotic light that reflected the vicissitudes of time:

"The observation of all heavens and the reflection of all worlds are merely appearances of this mirror."

"Its true core is to record the imprints of all time and space nodes in the chaos."

"Where there are marks, one can move freely."

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

This was an unexpected delight.

The overall situation in the primordial world has been settled. The three paths coexist, all races live together, and the Eye of Chaos has been temporarily destroyed.

Each of the saints performed their respective duties: Emperor Xin was in charge of human affairs, the Queen Mother of the West managed the Heavenly Court, calmed and stabilized the cycle of reincarnation, and attained enlightenment and returned to the Void.

Everything is progressing steadily along the established path.

There is no longer a need for him to be present at all times.

That's how it is.

"Why not go and see the sermon being given at Zixiao Palace?"

Kong Xuan whispered, his eyes gradually brightening.

Hongjun attained sainthood, the Zixiao Palace opened, three thousand mortals gathered, and the Xuanmen lineage was established for the first time.

That was one of the most crucial and mysterious moments in the long river of ancient history.

The selfish desires of Heaven have not yet been fully awakened, Hongjun has not yet merged with the Dao, the Six Sages have not yet emerged, the Witches and Demons have not yet risen, and the human race has not yet risen.

Everything was still in a state of chaos and uncertainty.

Kong Xuan's mind stirred slightly.

The Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror flashed with light, and the scene on the mirror rapidly changed, like a reversed river of time, frantically rewinding!

Creation of Heaven... Dragon and Han... Dao and Demon...

finally.

It froze in one spot.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, amidst churning clouds, a majestic holy might, like the rising sun, descended from beyond the thirty-third heaven, enveloping the entire primordial world!

In the scene, a blurry figure in purple robes stands in the void, with the illusory image of the Purple Cloud Palace appearing and disappearing behind him.

It was Hongjun!

Hongjun at the moment of his ascension to sainthood!

"Right now!"

Kong Xuan no longer hesitated.

He took a step forward, and his figure transformed into a stream of chaotic light, disappearing into the Primordial Monitoring Mirror!

"Buzz!"

The mirror trembled violently, the primordial purple energy surged wildly, and forty-nine restrictive runes lit up simultaneously, evolving into a miniature spacetime vortex that spanned the past and future!

The vortex spun, swallowing all the brilliance.

Kong Xuan's figure quickly faded and disappeared.

Like a drop of water falling into the ocean, it leaves no trace.

......

After the great calamity of the struggle between Tao and Demon.

In the primordial era, atop Mount Buzhou.

A tiny, almost imperceptible ripple suddenly spread across the void.

Followed by.

A figure in a black robe stepped out from the ripples.

Kong Xuan.

He hovered atop Mount Buzhou, his gaze calmly sweeping over his surroundings.

Mount Buzhou at this time was completely different from what it would become in later generations.

The mountain is intact, towering into the sky, and exudes the ancient and vast power of Pangu, like a sleeping giant suppressing the entire primordial land.

The spiritual energy in the mountains is so rich that it almost liquefies, turning into colorful clouds and mist. Rare flowers and herbs are everywhere, and spiritual springs and waterfalls cascade down like the Milky Way. Countless primordial beings born at the beginning of creation roam among them, their aura pure and their Daoist charm natural.

"The oppressive power of Pangu still lingers; the world was only ten thousand years old at the beginning of creation."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself:

"This time point is indeed after the conflict between Taoism and Demonism, but before the rise of the Lich and Demonic sects."

He could clearly sense that at this moment, the laws of the primordial world were still pure and free from the influence of selfish desires.

The tunnel was silent, and the cycle of reincarnation was not yet revealed.

Humanity is even more distant; the human race has not yet been born. There are only some naturally humanoid beings scattered around Buzhou Mountain, eating raw meat and drinking blood, with no intelligence.

Everything was still in its most primitive, chaotic, and primordial state.

"It's a peaceful scene, though."

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly, and a faint trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.

The desolate and ravaged world of later generations, which had endured countless calamities, seemed like a ruin compared to the vibrant and complete world before us.

But how long can this peace last?

The war between the Lich King and the Demon King caused Mount Buzhou to collapse and the Milky Way to overflow.

The Investiture of the Gods, a calamity of slaughter, a game of chess by sages, and the fall of ten thousand immortals.

Time and time again, the water is washed; time and time again, the crops are harvested.

Ultimately, this perfect world, which Pangu created with his life, was shattered into pieces.

"Heaven's will is thwarted by selfish desires!"

Kong Xuan raised his eyes and looked beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, his gaze gradually turning cold:

"Did it start quietly from this point?"

He was pondering.

"Buzz!!!"

A vast, majestic, and supreme holy might erupted from outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, sweeping across the entire primordial world like an invisible tide!

Mount Buzhou trembled, and all living beings bowed their heads in submission!

Followed by.

A detached, calm voice, seemingly originating from the very heavens, resounded clearly from the highest heavens, echoing deep within the souls of every primordial being:

"Lying high above the nine heavens, I find the true Tao on my futon."

"Beyond the mysteries of heaven and earth, I shall be the supreme leader."

"Pangu gave birth to Taiji, from which Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols followed."

"One teaching is passed down to three friends, and the two schools of Chan and Jie are divided."

"The Xuanmen is the most outstanding, and one breath transforms into Hongjun."

The four-line verse, like the sound of the Great Way, resonates endlessly.

then.

The voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion:

"I am Hongjun, and today I have attained sainthood."

"Three thousand years later, the Great Dao will be expounded in the Purple Cloud Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens. Those who are destined may come and listen."

The words fell.

The divine power gradually subsided, and the world returned to peace.

But the entire primordial world was in complete uproar at this moment!

"Holy throne?"

"Hongjun Daozu?! Giving a sermon at Zixiao Palace?!"

"An incredible opportunity! I must go! I must go!"

Countless innate beings, reclusive great powers, and even some ancient beings that have existed since the beginning of time, all awoke from their slumber, their eyes bursting with an unprecedentedly scorching light!

Holy throne!

The true transmission of the Great Dao!

This is the first time since the beginning of time that a living being has publicly proclaimed the method of becoming a saint!

Who would want to miss out?!

In a short time.

Near Mount Buzhou, countless streaks of light shot into the sky, rushing madly towards the outside of the Thirty-Three Heavens!

There were venerable elders with an air of otherworldly wisdom, colossal beasts exuding demonic aura, spirits shrouded in pure energy, and powerful, bloodthirsty witches.

Three thousand worldly travelers, beginning to take shape.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain, his black robes fluttering gently in the aftershocks of the sacred aura, his gaze calmly observing everything.

"Hongjun attains sainthood, the Purple Cloud Palace opens!"

He muttered to himself, a chaotic light flickering in his eyes:

"The Taoist traditions and the chessboard of the Heavenly Way in later generations all originated from this."

"So..."

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile:

"I will go and see if Hongjun has been chosen by the Heavenly Dao."

He didn't linger.

With one step, his figure vanished into nothingness, merging into the void, and heading towards the outer reaches of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

He did not use any supernatural powers, nor did he invoke the Great Dao.

He simply used his purest Hunyuan Wuji Dalu Peak cultivation to completely conceal his presence, as if he had turned into a wisp of dust, a void.

Not to mention the primordial beings at this moment, even Hongjun, who had just become a saint and was full of vigor, was not immune.

It is also extremely difficult to detect.