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

Just as Hongjun was about to reveal the name that had been hastily made up to appease everyone.

An invisible and intangible, yet supremely powerful force emanated quietly from the figure in black robes below the stage.

It's not intimidation.

It's not supernatural power.

It is not any kind of magic.

only......

An existence in itself.

It was as if Chaos had opened its eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

Just one glance.

Hongjun then felt the words about to spill from his throat being stopped by an invisible hand.

Press gently.

Press and extinguish.

Press and disperse.

Like extinguishing a flickering candle in the wind, or scattering a drop of morning dew falling into lava.

Silently.

Without a trace.

His mouth was open.

But it couldn't make a sound.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The three thousand worldly travelers remained breathless, waiting for the sage to utter that name.

They didn't perceive anything.

But Hongjun sensed it.

Deep within his eyes, purple light surged wildly, and the power of the Heavenly Dao's origin surged, churned, and roared within his body like a disturbed swarm of bees.

He is resisting.

Using the authority of a saint and the power of the Way of Heaven, he attempted to break through that invisible barrier and regain control of his own words!

It may be useless.

That power was too vast.

Like ants trying to shake mountains, mayflies attempting to go against the current of a long river.

Each time he rammed into her, that force pressed down gently.

He then suffered a setback.

The sage's heart began to tremble violently.

He, Hongjun, the first sage to create heaven and earth, is an unparalleled being who is about to merge with the Dao.

In this very Zixiao Palace, before three thousand mortals, he was defeated by someone whose name he couldn't even recall.

Banned?!

This thought struck like a thunderbolt, splitting a tiny crack in Hongjun's Dao Heart.

shame.

An unprecedented shame!

His body was enveloped in a surge of purple energy, and the Daoist principles of Heaven poured out in all directions like a bursting river!

The entire Zixiao Palace was trembling!

The chaotic airflow outside the palace exploded with a deafening roar!

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, billions of stars simultaneously dimmed!

On the vast and desolate land, countless creatures looked up in horror, feeling a terrifying pressure, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, descending from the heavens!

The three Qing's expressions changed drastically!

Lao Tzu's pine-patterned wooden staff suddenly shattered!

The primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered like a candle in the wind, its brightness uncertain.

The four illusory swords of Tongtian Zhuxian cried out in unison, and fine cracks appeared on their blades!

Emperor Jun's True Sun Fire was extinguished instantly!

Donghuang Taiyi groaned and staggered to his knees!

The illusory image of Nuwa's Mountain and River Map has completely shattered!

The Fuxi Bagua Plate exploded with a bang, turning into countless fragments!

Ancestor Hongyun spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward!

The illusory image of Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book shattered with a crash, and his large sleeves turned to dust!

The Kunpeng's wings trembled violently, and it fell to the ground!

The twelve Ancestral Witches groaned in unison, their blood surging like boiling water!

The two Westerners collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen!

When a sage is enraged, the primordial world trembles!

Kong Xuan remained seated with his eyes closed.

His black robe remained motionless, and his black hair continued to fall.

He sat cross-legged on the twelfth-grade Chaos Lotus Platform, with three thousand illusory images of the Great Dao floating and appearing around him, yet not a trace of his aura leaked out.

It is like a chaotic divine mountain that has suppressed all ages.

No matter how turbulent the outside world may be, I remain steadfast and unmoved.

Hongjun stared intently at him.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of purple light and rage, and the aura of the Heavenly Dao and the pressure of a sage poured out wildly.

But that figure in black robes was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing everything up.

Not even a ripple was stirred.

The crack deep within Hongjun's Dao Heart quietly widened by one point.

He lost.

It wasn't due to a lack of cultivation or supernatural powers that they were defeated.

He was defeated because that person didn't even consider him a match.

His all-out attack was nothing more than a gentle breeze to that person.

even......

The man didn't even lift his eyelids.

Hongjun slowly withdrew the purple aura surrounding him.

The sage's oppressive aura receded like the tide, and the Way of Heaven returned to silence.

The tremors in Zixiao Palace gradually subsided.

The primordial world has returned to peace.

However, the turmoil in the hearts of the three thousand mortals could not be calmed for a long time.

That oppressive force just now...

That was a saint unleashing his full power?!

Why did the sage intervene?!

And why did you suddenly stop?!

No one dared to ask.

No one dared to make a move.

Everyone bowed their heads and held their breath, even breathing as softly as possible.

The Purple Cloud Palace was deathly silent, like a tomb.

a long time.

Hongjun spoke slowly.

His voice was hoarse, no longer as composed as before:

"Reaching the Heavens".

Tongtian shuddered and looked up at the high platform.

His face was pale, his sword intent had long since dissipated, and his hand on the sword trembled slightly.

Although the oppressive aura of a saint was not directed at him, the mere aftershocks caused his Dao foundation to tremble and his sword intent to crumble.

Is this what a saint is...?

So this is the Primordial Chaos Realm...?

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady himself.

"Brother...this disciple is here."

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze complex.

a long time.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air:

"This is... a reclusive master."

"Name..."

He paused, his gaze lowered slightly:

"It cannot be spoken of."

The three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Three thousand worldly travelers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Unspeakable?

Even saints cannot speak of this?

Who exactly is that person?!

Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged a glance, both seeing an unprecedented solemnity in each other's eyes.

Even saints must keep their existence a closely guarded secret...

Just now, they actually stood shoulder to shoulder with such beings for three thousand years?

Di Jun supported the heavily injured Donghuang Taiyi, his face as pale as paper.

He suddenly felt incredibly fortunate.

I'm glad I was just frozen in place.

Fortunately, Taiyi's Chaos Bell blocked that glance for him.

otherwise......

He dared not think.

Nuwa and Fuxi remained silent, heads bowed.

Old Ancestor Hongyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

Zhen Yuanzi reunited with the illusory figure of the Earth Book, his expression solemn.

Kunpeng huddled at the edge of the crowd, its body trembling slightly.

The two Westerners collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The twelve ancestral witches remained as silent as iron.

The Purple Cloud Palace was deathly silent.

Tongtian stood still, his hand, which had been resting on his sword, slowly lowered.

He looked down at the figure in the black robe who was still sitting quietly with his eyes closed.

Then he looked up at the sage Hongjun on the high platform, whose face was slightly pale and whose purple robe was slightly disheveled.

He suddenly understood.

It's not that the sage didn't want to speak.

saint......

It's something I can't bring myself to say.

That figure in black robes sat silently for three thousand years, without uttering a single word.

It's not that I can't speak.

It's something I disdain to talk about.

He came here not to hear the teachings, not for the meditation cushion, and not for the opportunity to become a saint.

He came here...

I was just passing by.

Like a divine dragon soaring through the heavens, it occasionally descends to the mortal realm and glances at a place where ants gather.

That's it.

Tongtian took a deep breath.

He suddenly laughed.

His smile was bittersweet, yet it carried a hint of unprecedented relief.

He turned around and bowed deeply to Hongjun:

"This disciple has offended the sage and willingly accepts punishment."

Hongjun waved his hand, his voice weary:

"Step down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He straightened his body, reaching the heavens, and turned back to his place.

He paused as he passed by Kong Xuan.

He lowered his eyes to look at the figure in black robes sitting quietly on the lotus platform.

It's been three thousand years.

This was the first time he had ever gazed at this person so closely.

His black robe remained the same, his black hair remained the same, and his face was as calm as an ancient, unyielding glacier.

It was as if the breathtaking clash between the saints just now was nothing more than a trivial speck of dust to him.

Tongtian's lips twitched slightly.

He wanted to say something.

A question seeking the Dao? An invitation to a sword duel? Or simply a greeting to a senior?

But when the words reached their lips, they all turned into silence.

He suddenly realized that his proud Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent, his burning desire for battle, paled in comparison to this figure in black robes...

How insignificant we are.

How ridiculous!

Like a firefly trying to rival the moon's brilliance.

Tongtian slowly withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his head and silently returned to his place.

Behind him.

Kong Xuan remained seated with his eyes closed.

Only the corners of his mouth, very faintly curved, appeared slightly, almost imperceptibly.