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

Hongjun's face was ashen.

He looked at Kong Xuan, his lips trembling:

"Senior, are you... going against the will of Heaven?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"The Way of Heaven?"

"You dare to speak of the Heavenly Way?"

Hongjun was stunned.

Kong Xuan continued:

"Under the laws of Heaven, all living beings are but ants."

"But above the Heavenly Dao, there is the Great Dao."

"Above the Great Dao, there is also Chaos."

"You're nothing but a Primordial Grand Supreme Golden Immortal, yet you dare to presume to claim the Heavenly Dao?"

"You dare to set a rule that even a saint cannot intervene?"

"You dare to manipulate the Three Realms and control all living beings?"

Hongjun trembled all over and dared not answer.

Kong Xuan looked at him and said calmly:

I will not kill you today.

"It's not that I can't, it's that I disdain to."

"Remember this: from this day forward, you will no longer be playing this game of chess."

"I'll take Tongtian with me, and I'll rebuild the Jie Sect."

"If you behave yourself, then continue to be your Taoist ancestor."

"If you are restless..."

He paused, his eyes turning slightly cold:

"Then let someone else take on the role of Dao Ancestor."

Hongjun knelt down with a thud:

"This junior dares not! This junior obeys!"

Kong Xuan looked at him and nodded slightly.

He turned and walked deeper into the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun knelt on the ground, gazing at the figure in black robes, trembling as if he had lost his parents.

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace.

A secret room.

The four walls were covered with Daoist patterns and sealed in many layers.

A figure in a green robe sat cross-legged on a futon.

The Master of Heaven.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breath was weak.

Those three Fallen Saint Pills locked him away for endless years.

Those three primordial spirits were sealed away for countless years.

He is no longer the spirited and ambitious sage of Shangqing he once was.

He was just an old man trapped here, barely clinging to life.

suddenly.

He felt that the three pills inside his body had shattered.

Those three seals have been broken.

The shackles that had bound him for countless years were broken.

Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were still incredibly bright.

Even after being trapped for countless years, and even after his cultivation was greatly damaged, his eyes were still so bright that people dared not look directly at them.

He looked up.

The door to the secret room slowly opened.

A figure in a black robe stood before the door.

Kong Xuan.

He gazed at Tongtian, at that aged and weary face, at those incredibly bright eyes.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me.

He recalled the Investiture of the Gods.

It reminds me of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

I recall the Jie Sect, where ten thousand immortals came to pay homage.

Thinking of those four direct disciples, and the countless followers of the Jie Sect.

He recalled the despair of Tongtian watching helplessly as everything was destroyed.

Kong Xuan slowly opened his mouth:

"Master."

Upon uttering those two words, Tongtian shuddered.

Bishop?

For so many years, no one has called him that anymore.

He stared at Kong Xuan, at this unfamiliar face, his eyes filled with doubt:

"Who are you......"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply raised his hand, and a wisp of chaotic light drifted out and entered Tongtian's brow.

next moment.

Countless images flooded Tongtian's mind.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Jie Sect was destroyed.

Duobao was captured.

Jin Ling died.

Wu Dang retired.

The Tortoise Spirit has fallen.

Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortals, the Ten Heavenly Lords... one by one they died and their souls vanished.

And the original timeline.

That future he had never seen before.

In that future, although the Jie Sect was destroyed, Duobao became a Buddha, Jinling was enshrined as the Mother of the Kan Palace, Wudang hid in the deep mountains, and Guiling, though dead, left behind a legacy.

In that future, although the disciples of the Jie Sect went their separate ways, their lineage was never severed.

And the person in front of me...

In that future, he is the vice leader of the Jie Sect.

He was the one who upheld the reputation of the Jie Sect for him.

Tongtian's eyes were red.

He looked at Kong Xuan, his voice hoarse:

"You...you are..."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"I am."

Tongtian trembled all over.

He reached out, trying to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

Kong Xuan stepped forward and helped him up:

"Master, I'll take you out of here."

Tongtian was stunned:

"go out?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"go out."

"Rebuild the Jie Sect."

"Re-establish the orthodox tradition."

"Let all beings in the Three Realms see that the Jie Sect has not perished."

Tongtian looked at him, at that calm yet resolute face.

Suddenly he laughed.

The smile was bittersweet, yet it conveyed a sense of relief.

"it is good."

"go out."

Kong Xuan helped Tongtian up, turned around, and walked out of the secret chamber.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun remained kneeling on the ground.

Seeing Kong Xuan helping Tongtian out, he trembled and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.

Tongtian looked at him, at this teacher he had once revered as a god.

His gaze was complex.

There is hatred, resentment, and misunderstanding.

But more than anything, there was an indescribable weariness.

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"Hongjun, from this day forward, Tongtian and you will no longer be master and disciple."

"He is the leader of the Jie Sect and a sage of Shangqing."

"Not your pawn, not your prisoner."

Do you understand?

Hongjun kowtows:

"I understand."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

Supporting Tongtian, they walked out of Zixiao Palace.

Outside the palace gates.

Chaos surged, and gray mist swirled.

Tongtian stood amidst the chaos and took a deep breath.

The air was murky, yet it made him feel completely comfortable.

For so many years, he hadn't breathed any outside air.

He turned around and glanced at the Zixiao Palace.

His gaze was complex.

"Let's go."

Kong Xuan spoke.

Tongtian nodded.

The two turned and walked into the depths of chaos.

Behind.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun remained kneeling on the ground, not getting up for a long time.

He gazed at the open palace gate, and at the two figures gradually receding into the distance.

A fear I had never felt before welled up inside me.

That figure in black robes...

Who is it?

Such cultivation level?

How dare they treat him like this?

he does not know.

But he knew a little.

This primordial world is about to change.

......

Zixiao Palace

Hongjun knelt on the ground.

The palace gates were wide open, and chaotic energy surged in, filling the hall with a hazy mist.

But he was completely unaware.

He just knelt down.

Gazing in the direction where the figure in black robes disappeared.

He was trembling all over.

As if mourning the loss of one's parents.

He lived for countless years.

From the beginning of chaos to the death of Pangu, from the great calamity of the dragon and phoenix to the great war between the witches and demons, from the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods to the layout of Journey to the West.

He thought he had already calculated everything.

But today, he found out.

I am nothing.

That figure in black robes.

That wisp of chaotic light.

That force was suffocating him.

Hunyuan Wuji Luo Jinxian.

That was a realm he never even dared to dream of.

That is an existence that transcends the Heavenly Dao, transcends chaos, and transcends everything.

Hongjun slowly lowered his head.

Looking at his own aged hands.

These hands once grasped the Way of Heaven.

There was once a rule that even a sage could not intervene.

He once manipulated the three realms and controlled all living beings.

He thought he was the will of Heaven.

He thought himself to be the teacher of all spirits.

He believed that no one in this vast world could surpass him.

But today.

The figure in the black robe made him kneel down with just a slight gesture.

They knelt willingly.

They knelt so low they didn't even dare to think of resisting.

"Hongjun, oh Hongjun..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse:

"Who do you think you are, some kind of Dao Ancestor?"

"You're nothing but a dog."

"A dog tethered by the laws of nature."