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

Hongjun closed his eyes.

Silently feeling the broken shackles within her body.

Although the shackles were broken, the way of Heaven continued to operate.

He remains the Dao Ancestor.

He remains the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven.

Things are different now.

Everything is completely different now.

He used to be a dog on a leash.

Now, the shackles are broken.

He is himself.

It is Hongjun.

I am not anyone's puppet.

I am not anyone's slave.

It was him.

Hongjun opened his eyes.

A glint of light, unlike anything he had ever seen before, flashed in his eyes.

The light was extremely faint, yet it was undeniably real.

That is the light of freedom.

That was... a ray of hope.

He gazed into the depths of chaos and murmured to himself:

"I will never forget your great kindness, senior."

"From now on, whatever you command, senior, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

The sound was so soft that only the speaker could hear it.

But he knew.

That person can hear.

Deep within chaos.

Kong Xuan supported Tongtian as they walked slowly.

Tongtian's face was pale and his breath was weak, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He gazed at the churning chaos around him and took a deep breath:

"It's been so many years since I've smelled this."

Kong Xuan did not answer.

She simply supported him and helped him walk forward step by step.

suddenly.

A Gate to Heaven:

"Fellow Daoist, did you just help Hongjun sever the shackles of the Heavenly Dao?"

Kong Xuan paused in his steps.

Looking back, towards the heavens:

"You know?"

Tongtian nodded:

"I can feel it."

"That primordial power, though silent and invisible, still retains my cultivation level."

"I can sense it."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"I did it."

Tongtian remained silent for a moment:

Why?

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"He knelt down quickly."

Tongtian was taken aback.

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"If he stops me, I will kill him."

"He didn't stop me, and he knelt down readily, so I spared his life."

"To cut off those shackles as a favor is a small act of kindness."

"Let him know that following me is better than following the will of Heaven."

Tongtian stared at him blankly.

a long time.

Suddenly he laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it conveyed a sense of relief:

"Fellow Daoist's actions are indeed extraordinary."

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly:

"Let's go."

"Rebuilding the Jie Sect is not something that can be accomplished in a day."

"We need to find a place for you to recover your cultivation first."

Tongtian nodded:

"Where to?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the depths of chaos:

Jin'ao Island.

"That is your training ground, and also the foundation of the Jie Sect."

"Although it is now abandoned, your Daoist essence still remains on that island."

"Recovering there will be twice as effective with half the effort."

A glint flashed in Tongtian's eyes:

"Jin'ao Island..."

He muttered to himself:

"It's been so many years since I've been back."

Kong Xuan helped him along as they continued on their way.

Tongtian suddenly spoke again:

"Fellow Daoist, you just mentioned rebuilding the Jie Sect."

"Most of the disciples of the Jie Sect are dead, and most have dispersed."

"How to rebuild?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"The dead, and those that can live, will come back to life."

"What's scattered, but can be found, will be found again."

Tongtian was stunned:

"Resurrected from the dead? This..."

Kong Xuan raised his hand to stop him:

"I have my own way."

"You just need to focus on recovering your cultivation."

"Leave the rest to me."

Tongtian looked at him, at his calm and serene face.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

He recalled the time of the Investiture of the Gods.

In that battle, he faced the Four Saints alone.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was broken, and the gathering of ten thousand immortals turned into nothing.

The disciples were either dead, scattered, or captured.

He knelt in the Zixiao Palace, watching helplessly as everything was destroyed.

At that moment, he thought he was finished.

They thought the Jie Sect was finished.

They thought that Tongtian and Jiejiao would no longer exist in this world.

But now.

The figure in black robes appeared before him.

Push open the door.

Break free from shackles.

Take him out of Zixiao Palace.

Tell him to rebuild the Jie Sect.

Tell him to leave the rest to me.

Tongtian's eyes were red.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions welling up inside him:

"Fellow Daoist, thank you."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"You're welcome."

"I am the vice leader of the Jie Sect."

"This is my duty."

Tongtian was stunned.

He then burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed through the chaos, causing the gray mist to churn.

"Excellent! What a fine vice-leader!"

"With a vice leader like you, even my death would be worthwhile!"

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly:

"Don't die."

"The Jie Sect hasn't been rebuilt yet, so you still need to stay and oversee things."

Tongtian smiled and nodded:

"They won't die."

"Never to die again."

"Live, live well."

"Rebuild the Jie Sect."

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

Two figures walked further and further away.

It disappeared into the depths of chaos.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun remained standing in the same spot.

He gazed at the open palace gates, at the surging chaos.

My mind is filled with countless thoughts.

He looked down at his hands.

He looked up again, gazing into the depths of chaos.

suddenly.

He smiled.

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

"From this day forward, I, Hongjun, am no longer anyone's puppet."

"From this day forward, I, Hongjun, will live only for myself."

He turned and walked deeper into the Zixiao Palace.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

He turned around and glanced at the open palace gate.

self-mumbling:

"Thank you, senior."

"Hongjun will remember this kindness."

"If I am ever asked to do something in the future, I will certainly do my best."

After saying that, he strode away.

The palace gates remained open.

The chaotic energy continued to surge and churn.

But the invisible shackles within the Purple Cloud Palace have already been broken.

The oppressive atmosphere that had weighed on us for so many years has dissipated.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of ease.

A freedom unlike any other.

A kind of thing that has never been seen before...

hope.

Jin'ao Island.

There are two or three thatched huts, surrounded by a bamboo fence.

Chaos surged outside the island, with gray fog swirling around.

Kong Xuan helped Tongtian land on the island.

Tongtian gazed at the thatched hut, the bamboo fence, the low table, the pot of wine, and the two cups.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Still the same as always."

He murmured:

"Nothing has changed."

Kong Xuan helped him sit down on the prayer mat:

"Take a break first."

"I will protect you."

"You should focus on recovering your cultivation."

Tongtian nodded.

Close your eyes.

Within his body, the cultivation that had been sealed for countless years began to slowly circulate.

Like a withered tree coming back to life in spring.

Like embers reigniting.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the island, gazing at the churning chaos.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

The Journey to the West tribulation was nothing more than a play.

The Buddha sang on stage, the Heavenly Court watched from behind the scenes, and Hongjun manipulated things in secret.

But now.

he came.

The play could no longer continue.

The game of chess could not be played.

This game should be turned upside down.

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Buddha, it's time to break your game."

"Heavenly Court, it's time for you to wake up from your dream."

"Hongjun, it's time to break your shackles."

He turned and looked at the thatched huts on the island.

I looked at the figure in green robes sitting cross-legged on the futon.

A hint of warmth flashed in his eyes.

The Intercepting Sect.

Reaching the heavens.

This game has only just begun.