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

Beyond the primordial wilderness, chaos surged.

The gray air currents flowed slowly in the void, without direction or end.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, with five-colored divine light faintly flowing behind him.

He stood on the edge of chaos, his robes motionless.

Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian.

This level of attainment is unmatched in the Three Realms.

Before him, even the Heavenly Dao was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

His gaze pierced through the chaos and landed on the world called "Primordial Wilderness".

The Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.

The era when the three Great Primordial Golden Immortals—Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin—dominated at their peak.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than an old play that was about to end.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror appeared in his palm.

The mirror's surface was hazy and reflected his indifferent face.

"The Journey to the West side is almost finished."

He muttered to himself, his voice very soft.

"Sun Wukong faced the wall for five hundred years, the internal strife within Buddhism has just begun, and Maitreya's scheme will continue for a while."

"Those things don't need to be looked at for now."

Kong Xuan gently traced his fingers across the mirror surface.

Timeline adjustments.

The Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, Middle Stage.

The three dragons—the First Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin—stand in a tripartite balance, checking and balancing each other.

The three races are locked in endless conflict.

The Dragon Clan dominates the East Sea, the Phoenix Clan rules the Southern Frontier, and the Qilin Clan reigns supreme in the Western Wilderness.

Every day there are great battles, and every day there are those who perish.

This was the most chaotic era in the primordial world.

It was also the most primitive era.

Kong Xuan put the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror into his sleeve.

Step into chaos.

The gray air currents parted automatically in front of him, as if they had seen their master.

They were respectful and dared not offer the slightest obstruction.

At the end of the passage, there is light.

The light was very bright, so bright it was blinding.

It carries a wild and untamed feel.

Kong Xuan stepped inside.

......

The Great Calamity of Dragon and Han.

The sky is not the sky, and the earth is not the earth.

The sky was crimson, as if it had been stained with blood.

The earth was scorched black and cracked everywhere.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, so strong it was almost unbearable.

In the distance, mountains collapsed and rivers dried up.

The flames were burning, and it was unclear how long they had been burning.

Kong Xuan stood atop a barren mountain, his hands clasped behind his back.

Five-colored divine light flickered slightly behind him before disappearing into his body.

He did not deliberately conceal his breathing.

No, it's not necessary.

In this era, no one can perceive his existence.

The Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal has already transcended the comprehension of this world.

It's like how an ordinary person sees an ant.

Can ants sense the presence of humans?

No.

Kong Xuan looked around.

The sky was crimson, and the earth was charred black.

Collapsed mountains, dried-up rivers.

Burning flames, the pervasive stench of blood.

This is the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation.

The most chaotic era since the beginning of time.

The three major races are the dragon, the phoenix, and the qilin.

The three peak-level Primordial Golden Immortals are Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin.

No one is willing to submit to anyone else; everyone wants to dominate.

They fought for tens of thousands of years, and countless people died.

Nobody won.

Kong Xuan watched all this with a calm expression.

There was no shock, no emotion.

Like a bystander watching a play whose ending is already known.

He knew how it would end.

The three races perished together.

The First Dragon perished, the Primordial Phoenix was reborn, and the First Qilin died and his Dao vanished.

The Dragon Clan retreated to the four seas, the Phoenix Clan hid in the south, and the Qilin Clan scattered across the land.

The three mythical beasts that once dominated the world have since faded from the stage of history.

and then?

Then the Lich King rose to power, the Heavenly Court was established, the Investiture of the Gods took place, and the Journey to the West began.

A new generation replaces the old.

But those things had nothing to do with him.

He came to see it.

I'm not here to participate.

Kong Xuan looked up at the sky.

Crimson clouds churned, with faint flashes of lightning.

That was not a heavenly tribulation.

It is divine wrath.

Heaven is angry.

In the beginning of time, the world was unstable.

The great war between the three races caused the heavens and earth to collapse and the land to be shattered.

How could Heaven not be angry?

Kong Xuan looked at the lightning bolts and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Heaven?

In his eyes, he was just a child who hadn't grown up yet.

The primordial Heavenly Dao is too young.

So young that he couldn't even control his anger.

So young that they don't even realize who's spying on them.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze.

He came here not to witness the wrath of Heaven.

It's to see those ancient powerful beings.

The First Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

In his eyes, it was nothing.

But in that era, they were the masters of heaven and earth.

Their battles, their power, their laws.

They are all primal instincts.

There are no set routines, no traditions, and no master to teach you.

It's all about fighting.

It was typed out.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and quietly probed out with his divine sense.

The divine sense of the Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal instantly covered the entire prehistoric world.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the First Dragon dwells in a bottomless abyss.

Its body was covered in shimmering dragon scales, each one containing earth-shattering power.

The aura of a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal was as imposing as a mountain.

However, he was completely unaware when Kong Xuan's divine sense landed on him.

In the southern borderlands, the phoenix perches on an ancient parasol tree.

Flames swirled around him; the Southern Ming Fire could burn the heavens.

The aura of a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal was as bright as the sun and the moon.

However, she was completely unaware when Kong Xuan's divine sense fell upon her.

In the western wilderness, the first Qilin trod upon the earth.

His body shimmered with an earthy yellow light, and the power of the earth surged beneath his feet.

The aura of a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal is as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

However, when Kong Xuan's divine sense landed on him, he remained completely unaware.

Kong Xuan withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes.

finish watching.

In his eyes, the three peak-level Hunyuan Golden Immortals were nothing special.

It has power, but it's too crude.

It does have uses, but they're too primitive.

There are rules, but they themselves don't know them.

It's instinct.

Instinct etched into one's bones.

It's an instinct developed through tens of thousands of years of fighting.

Kong Xuan leaned against the charred rock behind him, his fingers gently tapping his knee.

He was thinking about something.

If these ancient powerful beings were placed in the Journey to the West era, what level would they be at?

At the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, his combat power is indeed formidable.

But they don't understand the laws, the supernatural powers, or the formations.

He fights solely on brute strength, innate talent, and instinct.

Facing Tathagata, who is at the peak of Quasi-Saint level?

I'm afraid we can't win.

Why?

Because the Tathagata understands the laws, possesses supernatural powers, and knows how to calculate.

These ancient powerful beings only knew how to act recklessly.

When a brute clashes with a strategist, the outcome is uncertain.

But Kong Xuan knew that Buddha would not confront them head-on.

That old fox has plenty of ways.

Kong Xuan's lips curled up slightly.

However, none of this concerns him.

Kong Xuan withdrew his divine sense and stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop.

He remembered something.

Yuan Feng.

His mother.

Although in this era, Yuan Feng did not know him and had not yet given birth to him.

But so what?

He is Kong Xuan.

Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian.

In his eyes, time was nothing more than a river that he could cross at will.

For him, there is no difference between the past, present, and future.

Yuan Feng is his mother.

This will not change regardless of the timeline.

Kong Xuan turned around and looked south.

That place is the territory of the Phoenix Clan.

It is the location of the immortal volcano.

This is where the phoenix dwells.

"Since we're already here..."

He muttered to himself:

"We have to go and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

Southern Xinjiang.

Undead volcano.

This volcano is unbelievably huge; it stretches for thousands of miles from its base to its summit.

The mountaintop spews flames year-round, the flames shooting straight into the sky and turning half the sky crimson.

Strangely, the area around the volcano is lush with vegetation and full of life.

Flame and life coexist here.

This is the skill of the Phoenix Clan.

The fire of Nanming is immortal and inextinguishable.

It can burn everything, or it can give birth to new life.

The Phoenix Clan's main base was built on the summit of a volcano.

Palaces are built against the mountain.

The crimson walls and golden glazed tiles gleamed in the light of the flames.

Between the palaces, members of the Phoenix Clan came and went.

Some transformed into human form, dressed in magnificent clothes, exuding an extraordinary air.

Some retain their original form, spreading their wings and soaring, their feathers like rosy clouds.

This was the most prosperous era for the Phoenix Clan.

Ten thousand phoenixes came to pay homage, their might shaking the southern frontier.

But at this moment, the atmosphere atop the volcano suddenly became tense.

Because someone has arrived.

I wasn't just passing by.

They came straight for the Phoenix Clan.

The Phoenix Clan members guarding the gate were the first to sense it.

He was a young phoenix named Yan Lie, whose cultivation level was only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

He stood outside the mountain gate, holding a long spear, utterly bored.

Suddenly, he looked up.

In the distance, a figure in a black robe was walking through the air.

Unhappy.

But every step spans thousands of miles.

Yan Lie's pupils suddenly contracted.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly.

But he could sense the person's presence.

Vast.

Like the sea.

Unfathomable.

Yan Lie trembled, and the spear almost slipped from his hand.

He has lived for ten thousand years, seen the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Qilin, and countless powerful figures in his clan.

I have never felt such a terrifying aura before.

That's not strength.

That was... crushing.

Absolute crushing defeat.

Yan Lie took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said sternly:

"Who goes there?!"

"This is a sacred ground of the Phoenix Clan; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to approach!"

The man in the black robe did not answer.

They still arrived through the air.

Unhappy.

But it was unstoppable.

Yan Lie's expression changed drastically. He turned and rushed into the mountain gate, shouting as he ran:

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"A powerful enemy is attacking!"

The Phoenix Clan's headquarters instantly erupted in excitement.

Countless Phoenix Clan members rushed out of the palace, ready for battle.

Some transformed into human form, wielding weapons.

Some transformed into their true forms, spreading their wings and hovering in the air.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the figure in black robes outside the mountain gate.

Kong Xuan stopped in his tracks.

He stood a hundred feet outside the mountain gate, with his hands behind his back.

His dark robe fluttered lightly, and his black hair fell down.

He gazed calmly at the Phoenix Clan disciples who were on high alert.

"I'm looking for Yuan Feng."

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

The Phoenix Clan members' expressions changed drastically.

Yuan Feng?

That is the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan, the mother of all Phoenixes.

How could an outsider dare to address her by her given name?

A Phoenix Clan elder stepped forward and said coldly:

Who are you?

"What business do you have with my ancestor?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"You don't need to know."

"Let Yuan Feng come out."

The Phoenix Clan elder's face turned ashen.

He had lived for millions of years and had never seen such an arrogant person.

He directly addressed the clan ancestor by his given name and even demanded that the clan ancestor come out to see him?

court death!

The elder waved his hand:

"Take it down!"

Dozens of Phoenix Clan members rushed forward.

Transform into its true form, spread its wings and swoop down.

Claws like hooks, wings like knives.

The Southern Ming Fire enveloped his body, its blazing flames reaching the heavens.

Kong Xuan did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

He just stood there.

The ink-black robe fluttered lightly.

The phoenix clan members rushed to within ten feet of him and then suddenly stopped.

It's not that I want to stop.

It can't move.

An invisible force held them suspended in mid-air.

Claws raised, wings spread, flames burning.

But I just can't move it.

Not moving at all.

The Phoenix Clan elder was horrified:

"You... what kind of sorcery did you use?!"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply took a step and walked towards the mountain gate.

Those Phoenix Clan members who were frozen in place automatically made way for them.

It was as if an invisible hand had pushed it aside.

Kong Xuan walked through the mountain gate, past the frozen Phoenix Clan disciples.

We walked past the palace and across the square.

We slowly made our way to the summit of the volcano.

The Phoenix Clan elder gritted his teeth, turned around, and chased after them.

While chasing, he shouted:

"Stop him! Stop him!"

More Phoenix Clan members rushed forward.

But the results were all the same.

He rushed to within ten feet of Kong Xuan, then became unable to move.

It felt like I'd bumped into an invisible wall.

It was stuck in mid-air, unable to move.

As Kong Xuan walked by, they automatically made way for him.

They were extremely respectful, as if welcoming a monarch.

No, it is more respectful than welcoming a monarch.

It is submission.

Absolute submission.

That was a crushing defeat of realms.

Even a trace of the aura of a Primordial Taiji Grand Luo Golden Immortal is something that these Taiyi Golden Immortals and Grand Luo Golden Immortals cannot withstand.

They were only able to stand because Kong Xuan had shown them mercy.

The summit of the volcano.

A magnificent palace.

Above the palace gate are three large characters: Phoenix Perch Palace.

This is Yuan Feng's residence.

It was the place where she secluded herself for spiritual practice.

The palace gates were tightly closed.

Four elders of the Phoenix Clan stood before the hall.

All four were at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, making them the four strongest elders of the Phoenix Clan.

They stared solemnly at the figure in black robes who was walking through the air.

The Grand Elder said in a deep voice:

"Who exactly are you?"

"What brings you to my Phoenix Clan?"

Kong Xuan stopped and looked at him.

"I told you, I'm looking for Yuan Feng."

The Grand Elder gritted his teeth:

"Our ancestor is currently in seclusion and is not receiving any visitors."

"Please return, sir."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"I am not a guest."

The Grand Elder was taken aback.

Kong Xuan continued:

"I am her son."

After he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the area in front of the hall.

The four elders stared wide-eyed at each other in disbelief.

son?

The ancestor's son?

When did our ancestor have a son?

How come they didn't know?

The Grand Elder's expression changed:

"You must not be talking nonsense!"

"Our ancestor never had any children, so how could he have a son?"

Kong Xuan did not explain.

He simply raised his hand.

Five-colored divine light flowed within the palm of his hand.

Green, yellow, red, black, white.

Five beams of light shone brightly, reflecting each other.

It illuminates the entire summit of the volcano.

The light shone so brightly that even the crimson sky changed color.

The pupils of the four elders suddenly contracted.

Five-colored divine light!

That's a divine power of the Phoenix Clan's bloodline!

It is a talent that only those with direct bloodlines from the Yuanfeng lineage can awaken!

The elder's voice trembled:

"You...you really are..."

Kong Xuan withdrew his divine light and said calmly:

"I told you, I am her son."

"Although she doesn't know me yet."

"Although I don't exist in this era yet."

"But I really am."

The four elders were completely bewildered.

What? You don't recognize me now?

What? This era doesn't have it?

What are they saying?

But that five-colored divine light cannot be faked.

That is proof of the Phoenix Clan's bloodline.

It is a symbol of Yuan Feng's direct descendants.

The Grand Elder took a deep breath:

"Please wait a moment, sir."

"I will go and report to our ancestors right away."