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

Zixiao Mountain.

The mountain is not high, but it is majestic.

The entire mountain floated in chaos, its body pitch black, with a faint purple light flowing through it.

At the summit of the mountain, there is a stone platform.

Four figures sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

Hongjun sat in the east, dressed in a simple gray robe, with white hair hanging down and an old face.

Yang Mei Daoist sat in the west, wearing a green robe as straight as bamboo, with a thin face and deep, unfathomable eyes.

The Yin-Yang Taoist sat in the south, wearing a black and white Taoist robe, half white and half black, his face half kind and half cold.

The Ancestor of Heaven and Earth sat in the north, wearing a yellow robe, with a square face, and the power of heaven and earth flowed around him.

The four were discussing philosophy.

Hongjun spoke:

"The Tao follows the natural way and does not require external seeking."

In the beginning of time, there was only chaos.

"Pangu separated heaven and earth, and then there was the primordial world."

"Our cultivation is to trace back to the beginning of chaos, before the creation of the world."

Master Yangmei nodded:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun is right."

"In the beginning of chaos, there were three thousand demon gods."

"When Pangu cleaved through the enemy lines, heaven and earth were created."

"Though those three thousand demon gods are dead, their Dao has not vanished."

"Scattered in the chaos, waiting for the destined one."

Yin Yang Taoist Interface:

"The Tao divides into Yin and Yang; one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

"All things carry yin and embrace yang, and achieve harmony through the interaction of these energies."

"This is the essence of the Tao."

Ancestor Qiankun said in a deep voice:

"Qian and Kun refer to Heaven and Earth."

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."

"The earth is receptive; a virtuous person should cultivate virtue and bear all things with generosity."

"Those who cultivate themselves should emulate Heaven and Earth, so that they may live as long as Heaven and Earth."

The four of them were talking to themselves, yet there was a strange harmony to it all.

All four of them were at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

In this primordial era, it was already a supreme being.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin were all at the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

It's a level higher than theirs.

Even if the four of them joined forces, even a peak-level Hunyuan Golden Immortal would have to be wary.

This is why they are discussing the Dao here.

To discuss the Way is to exchange ideas, to learn from each other, and to make progress together.

suddenly.

Hongjun paused in his speech.

He frowned slightly and looked into the depths of chaos.

Yangmei Daoist also stopped.

He sensed it.

The Yin-Yang Taoist's expression changed slightly.

The Ancestor of Heaven and Earth suddenly stood up.

All four of them looked in the same direction.

There, chaos surged.

A wave is coming from the far distance.

The fluctuations were extremely strong.

It was so powerful that it made the minds of all four of them tremble.

Hongjun's expression was solemn:

"This is......"

Yangmei Daoist replied:

"A Primordial Golden Immortal?"

The Taoist priest shook his head:

"more than."

"I've seen a Primordial Golden Immortal."

"When Pangu created the world, he was already at the peak of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm."

"But this fluctuation..."

He paused, his eyes filled with horror:

"Even stronger than Pangu."

Ancestor Qiankun gasped in shock:

"Stronger than Pangu?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Pangu is the strongest being since the creation of the world."

"How could anyone be stronger than him?"

Hongjun did not answer.

He simply closed his eyes and extended his divine sense.

The divine sense of a Primordial Golden Immortal in its early stages extended in the direction from which the fluctuations originated.

But after probing for thousands of miles, it was bounced back by an invisible force.

Hongjun groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Master Yangmei was greatly alarmed:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"

Hongjun raised his hand to stop him.

He opened his eyes, his face deathly pale.

"That power...it's too strong."

"My divine sense can't even get close."

The four looked at each other, and each saw fear in the other's eyes.

The four of them had already reached the peak of the primordial world.

But at this moment, that fluctuation told them something.

There are even stronger beings in this world.

They are so powerful that they don't even have the right to look up to them.

Hongjun took a deep breath:

"Walk."

"Let's go take a look."

Master Yangmei was taken aback:

"Go see it? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"That fluctuation is extremely far from here."

"Even at our speed, it would take several months to fly there."

"By the time we arrived, the fluctuations had already dissipated."

"I'm going to take a look, just to put my mind at ease."

"Knowing who it is and what it is is better than knowing nothing at all."

Master Yangmei remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"it is good."

Yin Yang Dao Ren and Qiankun Lao Zu also nodded.

The four of them stood up, transformed into four streaks of light, and sped off in the direction from which the fluctuations originated.

Amidst the chaos, gray mist surged.

Four streaks of light, one in front and three behind.

Hongjun flew at the forefront, followed closely by Yangmei Daoist, with Yin Yang Daoist and Qiankun Laozu standing side by side.

It took three whole days to fly.

The fluctuations grew stronger and stronger.

The power was so great that even the escape techniques of the four people began to become unstable.

Hongjun stopped and stood in the chaos.

Yangmei Daoist landed beside him:

"What's wrong?"

Hongjun gazed into the distance:

"It's just ahead."

"It's not far off."

The four continued on their way.

Another day of flying.

Ahead, in the chaos, a figure appeared.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black robe and with black hair.

He stood amidst the chaos, his robes motionless.

It was as if even the surging chaos had to submit before him.

Hongjun stopped in his tracks, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

He saw the man's face clearly.

very young.

But those eyes were as deep as an abyss.

It was as if they had lived through endless years and seen through everything in the world.

Hongjun took a deep breath and stepped forward:

"Fellow Daoist, I am Hongjun."

"These three are Yangmei Daoist, Yin Yang Daoist, and Qiankun Ancestor."

"We sensed your presence, fellow Daoist, and have come to pay our respects."

Kong Xuan turned around and looked at the four people.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

"Hongjun".

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

Hongjun was startled.

Does this person know his name?

Kong Xuan continued:

"Yang Mei, Yin Yang, Qian Kun."

"Four fellow Daoists, how have you been?"

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

How have you been?

Do they know this person?

Master Yangmei frowned:

"Do you recognize us, fellow Daoist?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"know."

"But you don't know me."

Yang Mei was taken aback.

Kong Xuandao:

"I come from the future."

"From an era you don't know about."

The four were greatly surprised.

From the future?

How is that possible?

Time is irreversible; it is the will of Heaven.

How could someone travel from the future to the past?

Kong Xuan noticed their confusion and said calmly:

"Time is irreversible, at least for you."

"To me, time is just a river."

"I can go against the current, or I can go with the current."

"Coming and going as one pleases."

The four men were deathly pale.

Time flows like a river, coming and going freely.

What level of skill is this?

Hongjun's voice was hoarse:

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, what is your level of cultivation?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"The Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal".

The moment the four words were uttered, all four men's expressions changed.

Hunyuan Taiji.

Great Golden Immortal.

They had never heard of this realm before.

But they knew it must be very high.

It was higher than they could imagine.

Hongjun's voice trembled:

"The Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal... what kind of realm is that?"

Kong Xuandao:

Above the Primordial Golden Immortal is the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

Above the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal is the Primordial Taiji Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

"When Pangu created the world, he was merely at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."

"We are just one step away from achieving Hunyuan Taiji."

The four of them were completely speechless.

The creation of the world by Pangu was already the limit of their understanding.

But the person before me is a whole realm higher than Pangu.

What does that mean?

That means he could destroy Pangu with a single gesture.

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart:

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you here from afar?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the distance:

"I need you to do something for me."

"I'm leaving now that I've finished."

Hongjun dared not ask any further questions.

All he knew was that he couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him.

Yangmei Daoist suddenly spoke:

"Does fellow Daoist know the Great Immortal Yangmei?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"You are the Great Immortal Yangmei."

Yang Mei was taken aback.

Kong Xuan continued:

"You, in the future, are the Chaos Demon God."

"When Pangu created the world, you did not intervene."

"Watching three thousand demon gods fall, he departed alone."

"Later, you entered the prehistoric world and saved a monkey."

"And then..."

He paused:

"You knelt down."

Yang Mei's expression changed drastically.

Kneeling?

He knelt down?

Before whom should I kneel?

Kong Xuan did not say anything.

He simply turned and gazed into the depths of chaos:

"Fellow Daoists, let's go back."

"Do not mention what happened today."

"If anyone asks, just say you don't know anything."

Hongjun nodded:

"I will respectfully follow your instructions."

The four turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Kong Xuan spoke.

The four people turned around.

Kong Xuan looked at Hongjun:

"Hongjun, we are destined to meet."

"In the future, you will unite with the Dao and become the spokesperson for the Dao of Heaven."

"But those shackles will bind you for endless years."

"Today, I'll lend you a hand."

He raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light drifted out and entered Hongjun's brow.

Hongjun was startled.

He sensed that his cultivation level was increasing rapidly.

Early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

boom!

An invisible barrier shattered with a deafening roar.

A Primordial Golden Immortal!

Hongjun's aura surged to the early stage of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!

Yangmei Daoist, Yin Yang Daoist, and Qiankun Laozu all changed color.

With a mere wave of his hand, he can help someone break through to a higher realm?

What an incredible, heaven-defying method!

Hongjun knelt in the chaos, his whole body trembling:

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much, senior!"

Kong Xuan waved his hand:

Get up.

"This is your destiny, and also your tribulation."

"With higher cultivation comes greater responsibility."

"Remember this: those who cultivate themselves should always keep the well-being of all living beings in mind."

Don't just think of yourself.

Hongjun kowtows:

"I will remember this."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Go."

The four turned around, transformed into streaks of light, and disappeared into the chaos.

Kong Xuan stood there, gazing in the direction they had disappeared.

His gaze was calm.

Hongjun, Yangmei, Yin and Yang, Qiankun.

The great powers of this era are still too weak.

So weak that he could blow it away with a single breath.

But in the future, they will all become giants in their respective fields.

Especially Hongjun.

To unite oneself with the Dao and wield the power of Heaven.

Though bound by shackles, he is still the supreme being of the Three Realms.

Kong Xuan turned and headed towards the southern border.

Yuan Feng is still waiting for him.

The matter of the ceasefire among the three races is not yet finished.

There was one more thing he needed to do.

Something he had been thinking about for a long time.

Southern Xinjiang.

Undead volcano.

In the Phoenix Palace.

Yuan Feng sat cross-legged on the high platform, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

She is waiting.

Waiting for that son to come back.

The palace doors were pushed open.

Kong Xuan walked in.

Yuan Feng opened her eyes:

"You're back?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

"Is the matter settled?"

"It's done."

Yuan Feng looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Kong Xuandao:

"Mother, please speak your mind."

Yuan Feng took a deep breath:

"When...are you leaving?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He knew that his mother was asking about the future.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yuan Feng said softly:

"You came from the future, so you must go back."

"Your mother doesn't want to hold you back."

"I just wanted to... see you a few more times."

Kong Xuan gazed at her, at that stunningly beautiful yet aloof face.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

"No rush."

"There are still some things to finish."

Yuan Feng nodded:

"Then stay a few more days."

Kong Xuan nodded.

The mother and son sat facing each other.

Silence fell in the hall.

Yet, within that silence, there was an indescribable warmth.

That was the unspoken understanding between mother and child.

A long time passed.

Yuan Feng spoke:

"Where's your brother?"

"Golden-Winged Roc".

"Is he... alright?"

Kong Xuan thought for a moment:

"fine."

"He's a bit mischievous, but he's quite capable."

"He's just too arrogant, and he's suffered a lot because of it."

Yuan Feng sighed softly:

"Arrogance is a common ailment of the Phoenix Clan."

"You're not arrogant at all."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

It's not that I'm not proud.

"It's pride in your heart."

Yuan Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was very faint, yet it conveyed kindness.

"You are like your father."

Kong Xuan was taken aback.

Father?

He had never met his father.

Yuan Feng never mentioned it.

At that moment, she suddenly spoke.

Yuan Feng gazed at the crimson sky outside the palace:

"Your father was a peacock."

"A very ordinary peacock."

"His cultivation level is not high, and his Taoist practice is not deep."

"But his heart is very big."

"So great that I'm willing to bear his children."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He never imagined that his father was just an ordinary peacock.

Yuan Feng continued:

"He's dead."

"He was killed by the dragon race at the beginning of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation."

"I avenged him."

"Kill that dragon."

"But he's not coming back."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"I know."

Yuan Feng was taken aback:

"You know?"

Kong Xuandao:

"I come from the future, so naturally I know about the past."

"But I don't hate the dragon race."

"Because that is the world of martial arts."

"You kill me, I'll kill you."

"There is no right or wrong, only life and death."

Yuan Feng looked at him, her eyes filled with heartache.

This son is too calm.

He was calmer than a child.

What did he go through to become so calm?

Yuan Feng dared not ask.

She said softly:

"You're tired."

"Take a break."

Kong Xuan nodded and closed his eyes.

Leaning against the high platform, he fell into a deep sleep.

This was the first time he had ever slept in front of someone else.

Because she is a mother.

Because it's safe here.

Because... he can finally let down his guard.

Yuan Feng looked at him, her eyes reddening.

She reached out and gently stroked his hair.

This son has suffered so much.

Traveling from the future back to the past to help the Phoenix Clan overcome their calamity.

Help Hongjun break through his cultivation realm and help the three races stop their war.

But he never did anything for himself.

Yuan Feng said softly:

"My child, there's nothing your mother can do to help you."

"But Mother will always be here."

If you get tired, come back.

"Mother is here."

Kong Xuan did not answer.

But the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

That was laughter.

A very faint smile.

Yet it exudes warmth.

Outside the palace, the crimson sky gradually darkened.

Night falls.

The flames of the immortal volcano are still burning.

It illuminates the entire southern border region.

It also illuminated the mother and child.