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

Hongjun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of the palace gate.

The door opened.

There was no notification, no request for an audience, and no warning whatsoever.

He was pushed away like that.

He is none other than Hongjun Daozu!

This Zixiao Palace is his Daoist temple, the place where he merged with the Dao after he attained enlightenment and became one with the Heavenly Dao.

Every inch of space in this palace was within his perception.

Within this vast expanse, nothing, no matter how small, can escape his notice.

But at that moment, the door was pushed open.

And he...

There was no prior warning.

Not a single bit.

It was as if the person who pushed open the door did not exist in this world at all.

It was as if the person who pushed open the door had emerged from nothingness.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

He has lived for countless years, witnessed Pangu creating the world, witnessed the fall of three thousand demon gods, witnessed the great calamity of dragons and phoenixes, witnessed the war between witches and demons, and witnessed the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

He thought he was no longer surprised.

But at that moment, he was shocked.

Outside the palace gates, a figure in a black robe slowly entered.

His black hair hung down, he stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm as still water.

Kong Xuan.

He walked very slowly, each step steady and deliberate, as if the Zixiao Palace were nothing more than an ordinary Taoist temple.

He looked at Hongjun, his gaze calm and undisturbed.

Hongjun was also looking at him.

I gazed at this face I had never seen before, and at those deep, unfathomable eyes.

A tremendous wave of shock surged through my heart.

It's not Yangmei Daoist!

This man in black robes is not Yang Mei!

Who is he?

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and slowly stood up.

As his grey robe fluttered, he stood in the void, facing Kong Xuan.

"And who are you?"

His voice was old, yet carried an undeniable solemnity.

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply gazed at Hongjun, at this teacher of all spirits who had merged with the Dao.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Hongjun".

The two words were uttered calmly, as if calling an ordinary name.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

For countless years, no one has dared to call him by his name.

Even the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa would respectfully address him as "Dao Ancestor" upon seeing him.

But this person in front of me called me that.

It's taken for granted.

They called out casually.

It was as if he, Hongjun, was just an ordinary Taoist.

Hongjun took a deep breath:

"Who exactly are you?"

Kong Xuan looked at him and said calmly:

"You don't need to know."

Hongjun was taken aback.

Kong Xuan continued:

"Just know that from this day forward, this game of chess is no longer yours."

The words fell.

Hongjun's expression changed drastically.

He gazed at Kong Xuan, at that calm, serene face, at those deep, unfathomable eyes.

A chill I'd never felt before welled up inside me.

He is none other than Hongjun Daozu!

A spokesperson for the Way of Heaven!

The Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal!

In this vast wilderness, who would dare to say such a thing to him?

Even Master Yangmei wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!

Hongjun's gaze turned slightly cold:

"You have quite the arrogance."

Kong Xuan smiled.

The smile was so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet a hint of mockery flashed deep within his eyes.

You don't believe me?

Hongjun remained silent.

Silence is consent.

Kong Xuan was not annoyed.

He simply raised his hand.

Five fingers lightly raised.

A wisp of chaotic light drifted out from the fingertip.

Its radiance was gentle and warm like water, yet it possessed an indescribable mystery.

It drifted towards Hongjun.

It drifted toward this teacher of all spirits.

It drifted toward this representative of the Dao who had merged with the Dao.

Hongjun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to hide.

But he discovered that he couldn't move.

It couldn't move an inch.

That wisp of chaotic light seemed to contain the power of the entire world, making it hard for him to breathe.

He is a Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal!

In this vast and boundless world, he is already supreme!

But at this moment, in the face of this ray of light, he felt a sense of insignificance in the face of endless chaos.

It felt as if I were an ant.

And that figure in black robes was the vast sky.

Hongjun's face turned deathly pale.

He finally understood.

He realized that the person in front of him was someone he couldn't possibly contend with.

The power contained within that ray of light far exceeded his comprehension.

That is......

An existence that transcends the laws of nature.

Hongjun's voice was hoarse:

"You...you are the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal?!"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply withdrew his hand.

That wisp of chaotic light quietly dissipated.

Hongjun felt a sudden sense of relief and almost collapsed to the ground.

He stared at Kong Xuan, his eyes filled with horror.

The Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal!

That's a legendary realm!

That was a realm he couldn't even imagine!

That is......

An existence that transcends the laws of nature, transcends chaos, transcends everything!

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and slowly knelt down.

"Hongjun greets Senior."

His voice was respectful, devoid of any trace of the Dao Ancestor's majesty.

Kong Xuan looked at him, her gaze calm:

Get up.

Hongjun stood up, head bowed, not daring to raise his head.

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"I have come here for one person."

Hongjun was taken aback:

"May I ask, senior, for whom do you serve?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the depths of Zixiao Palace, towards that figure who had been imprisoned for endless years:

"Reaching the Heavens".

Upon uttering those two words, Hongjun trembled.

The Master of Heaven!

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, you bestowed upon him the Pill of the Fallen Saint and confined him to the Purple Cloud Palace."

"Three pills to lock up his three primordial spirits."

"Let him never leave this Zixiao Palace again."

"Let him watch helplessly as the Jie Sect is destroyed, its disciples die, and its lineage is severed."

"Hongjun, you have quite the grand gesture."

Hongjun's face turned deathly pale:

"Senior, that Investiture of the Gods calamity was predetermined by the Heavenly Dao..."

Kong Xuan interrupted him:

"Heaven's destiny?"

"What number did you set?"

Hongjun was speechless.

Kong Xuan looked at him, her eyes slightly cold:

"You claim to be one with the Dao by merging with it, and then you think you are the Dao itself?"

"You set the rule that saints cannot intervene, but you hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything."

"You have caused the Three Pure Ones to fight each other, caused Buddhism and Taoism to fight each other, and caused all living beings in this primordial world to be overturned in the palm of your hand."

"Hongjun, you've schemed so deeply."

Hongjun trembled all over:

"Senior, junior..."

Kong Xuan raised his hand to stop him:

No explanation needed.

"I'm not here to hear your explanations."

"I've come here to tell you something."

Hongjun bowed his head:

"Please speak, senior."

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"Tongtian, I'm taking him with me."

Upon uttering those five words, Hongjun's expression changed drastically.

Take Tongtian away?!

The Fallen Saint Pill is still inside Tongtian's body, and those three primordial spirits are still locked up!

If Tongtian leaves Zixiao Palace...

Hongjun said urgently:

"Senior, that Saint-Destroying Pill..."

Kong Xuan raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light condensed at the fingertips.

He flicked it lightly.

The light drifted out and disappeared into the depths of Zixiao Palace, into that secret chamber, and into Tongtian's body.

next moment.

"Click..."

It was as if something had broken.

Hongjun was startled.

He sensed that the three Fallen Saint Pills had shattered.

The seal that had imprisoned the three primordial spirits of Tongtian shattered.

The shackles that had bound him to the heavens for countless years have shattered.