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

Jin'ao Island.

In front of the thatched hut, Tongtian sat cross-legged on a futon, his face pale and his breath weak.

His trip to Lingshan just now had taken a lot of his energy.

He has been imprisoned for too long.

So long ago, this body had almost forgotten how to sustain cultivation.

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

He was silent for a long time.

Suddenly he spoke:

"Master, if the Jie Sect is to be rebuilt, there are three things that need to be done first."

Tongtian opened his eyes:

Which three items?

Kong Xuan turned around and looked at him:

"First, restore your cultivation level."

"Second, recall the old troops."

"third......"

He paused:

"Establish authority."

Tongtian frowned slightly:

"To establish authority?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"After the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect was destroyed, a fact known throughout the Three Realms."

"Now that you want to rebuild, some will stand in your way, some will laugh, and some will be afraid."

Those who obstruct should be punished. Those who laugh should be suppressed. Those who are afraid should be appeased.

"This is how you establish authority."

Tongtian remained silent for a long time:

"But my cultivation level..."

Kong Xuan raised his hand:

"I'll help you."

"Please sit down."

Tongtian nodded and closed his eyes.

Kong Xuan walked up behind him and sat down cross-legged.

He raised his hand and pressed it against Tongtian's back.

A wisp of chaotic light quietly emerged from the palm of his hand.

The radiance, warm and gentle as water, flowed into Tongtian's body.

It flowed into his limbs and bones, into his internal organs, and into his dantian, which had been parched for countless years.

Tongtian shuddered.

He sensed that his depleted magical power was slowly reviving.

Like spring rain nourishing withered trees.

Like the morning sun shining on the cold ice.

Straight through.

One strand at a time.

That power was gentle, yet immense.

It penetrates deep into the bone marrow, yet causes no pain.

Tongtian gritted his teeth and silently endured it.

Sweat rolled down his forehead.

His green robe was soaked.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

For a whole day and night.

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand.

Tongtian opened his eyes.

Those eyes were brighter than before.

It's incredibly bright.

He looked down at his hands.

A blue light flowed over his hands.

Although the blue light was faint, it contained a world-destroying power.

Tongtian took a deep breath:

"Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm..."

He murmured:

"Just one more step and I will be able to return to the realm of a sage."

Kong Xuan stood up:

"No rush."

"This step can't be rushed."

"You have been imprisoned for too long, and your foundation has been damaged. You need to recuperate slowly."

"It will take anywhere from three to ten years to recover."

Tongtian nodded:

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"You're welcome."

"The second thing is to recall the old subordinates."

"Does the cult leader have a suitable candidate in mind?"

Tongtian remained silent.

He closed his eyes, and countless faces appeared in his mind.

Some of those faces were clear, while others were blurry.

Some are still alive, while others have long since perished.

a long time.

He opened his eyes:

"No good."

"She's still alive."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"I know."

She lived in seclusion in the mountains, avoiding the world.

"I'm going to find her."

Tongtian was taken aback:

"Will you go in person, fellow Daoist?"

Kong Xuandao:

"She is your only remaining direct disciple."

"Wow, that's sincerity."

"Besides..."

He paused:

"If she doesn't believe me, I'll make her believe me."

Tongtian looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

In the end, he simply nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

Kong Xuan turned around and walked towards the edge of the island.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Looking back, towards the heavens:

"Master, the third thing is to establish authority."

"Have you decided who to target?"

Tongtian remained silent.

Kong Xuandao:

"No rush."

"I'll make a decision when I get back."

The words fell.

He took a step and disappeared into the chaos.

Tongtian stared in the direction where he had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

a long time.

He looked down at his hands.

self-mumbling:

"The Intercepting Sect..."

"Can I come back?"

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

Chaos churned outside the island, and there was no response.

Southern Jambudvipa.

Deep in the mountains, there is an unnamed cave.

The cave was small, but extremely secluded.

The surrounding area was covered with restrictions, layer upon layer, making it airtight.

Inside the cave, a figure sat cross-legged on a futon.

She was dressed as a female Taoist priest, with delicate features, yet she exuded a sense of vicissitude.

Our Lady of Wudang.

A direct disciple of the Jie Sect, and one of the four disciples under Tongtian.

During the Investiture of the Gods, she narrowly escaped from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

In that battle, the Jie Sect was destroyed.

Senior brother Duobao was captured, senior sister Jinling died, and junior sister Guiling perished.

Countless fellow disciples either died, scattered, or were listed on the Investiture of the Gods.

She fled alone into the deep mountains.

To live in anonymity.

He was never born again.

Now, she sits in this cave, for countless years.

I meditate, chant scriptures, and practice spiritual cultivation every day.

They do not concern themselves with worldly affairs, nor do they see outsiders.

It was as if this world had long since become irrelevant to her.

But today.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Because she sensed that someone was coming.

I wasn't just passing by.

They came straight for her.

That aura was as vast as the sea, unfathomable.

She had never felt such a terrifying atmosphere.

Even when facing the Four Saints back then, I never felt this apprehensive.

Wu Dang suddenly stood up, his face deathly pale.

She gripped the whisk in her hand and looked towards the cave entrance.

Outside the cave entrance.

A figure in a black robe slowly descended.

Kong Xuan.

He stood in front of the cave entrance, gazing at the layers upon layers of restrictions.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Raise your hand and tap gently.

"Thump."

A soft sound.

That restriction, which had remained unbroken for countless years, crumbled layer by layer like paper.

Wu Dang's expression changed drastically.

She took a step back, holding her whisk horizontally in front of her chest:

"Who are you?!"

Kong Xuan stepped into the cave and looked at her.

Looking at that handsome yet weathered face.

His gaze was calm.

"The Holy Mother of Wudang".

The four words were uttered with a calm and serene tone.

The pupil constricts slightly:

Do you know me?

Kong Xuan nodded:

"know."

"Not only do I recognize you, I know who you are."

"A direct disciple of the Jie Sect, one of the four great disciples under Tongtian."

"After being conferred the title of God, he hid in this place and never appeared in the world for countless years."

Wu Dang's face grew increasingly pale:

"Who...who are you?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

With a simple gesture, a wisp of chaotic light drifted out.

Wu Dang wanted to hide, but couldn't.

The radiance entered her brow.

next moment.

Countless images flooded her mind.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is broken.

Duobao was captured.

Jin Ling died.

The Tortoise Spirit has fallen.

Tongtian knelt in the Zixiao Palace and swallowed the Fallen Saint Pill.

Scene after scene.

It's as clear as yesterday.

And the original timeline.

That future she had never seen before.

In that future, although the Jie Sect was destroyed, its lineage was not extinguished.

Duobao entered into Buddhism and became a Buddha, while Jinling was conferred the title of Doumu of the Kan Palace.

She, the Holy Mother of Wudang, hid in Lishan and later became the Old Mother of Lishan.

His disciples have passed down his teachings without interruption.

And there was that figure in the black robe.

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

He was the person Tongtian trusted most.

He is the one who upholds the honor of the Jie Sect.

Wu Dang trembled all over.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She looked at Kong Xuan, her lips trembling:

"You...you are..."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"it's me."

Wu Dang knelt down with a thud:

"Vice Leader!"

"This unworthy disciple pays respects to the Vice Master!"

Kong Xuan raised his hand:

"stand up."

"I've come to take you back."

Wu Dang looked up:

"Go back? Go back where?"

Kong Xuandao:

Jin'ao Island.

"The cult leader is waiting for you there."

Wu Dang shuddered:

"The cult leader?! The cult leader... he's out?!"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"They're out."

"The Fallen Saint Pill is shattered, and the shackles are broken."

"He wants to rebuild the Jie Sect."

"I need you."

Wu Dang stood there, stunned.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

How many years has she waited for this day?

She herself couldn't remember.

All I remember is that after she was deified, she hid in these deep mountains.

They dared not go out, dared not see anyone, and dared not mention the name of the Jie Sect.

She is afraid.

He was afraid of being discovered by the Heavenly Court, afraid of being hunted down by the Buddhist sect, and afraid that he might not even be able to save his own life.

But now.

The vice-leader has arrived.

The cult leader has emerged.

The Jie Sect is going to be rebuilt.