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

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

It's not a mountain.

It is a physical form formed from demonic energy accumulated over countless years.

It is completely black and barren.

Atop the mountain, a magnificent palace stands tall.

The palace doors opened wide, and demonic energy surged forth like a tide.

Inside the hall, a figure sat upright on the throne.

His black hair fell down, and his face was handsome, yet he exuded a cold aura.

Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound was muffled, echoing in the empty hall.

He is waiting for news.

Waiting for news of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation.

Waiting for news of the three races fighting.

Waiting for news of the combined destruction of Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin.

This was a scheme he had been planning for tens of thousands of years.

From the moment the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans rose to power, he began to make his plans.

Sowing discord, fanning the flames, and creating hatred.

Let the three races kill each other, let the world descend into chaos, and let all living beings suffer.

and then?

Then he reaped the benefits.

It devours the fortune of the three races, the resentment of heaven and earth, and the murderous aura of the battlefield.

He broke through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop and became the Lord of the Primordial World.

This was his plan.

Simple, crude, yet effective.

Because the three races are too stupid.

The First Emperor was ambitious and determined to dominate the world.

Yuan Feng was aloof and proud, and refused to bow her head.

The first Qilin was stubborn and self-willed, refusing to yield an inch.

It would be a waste not to make use of these three idiots.

Luo Hou's lips curled slightly.

almost.

The Dragon-Han Great Tribulation has reached its middle stage, with the three races fighting fiercely, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

If they fight for tens of thousands more years, the three races will perish together.

That will be the time when he reaches the summit.

Outside the hall, a dark figure rushed in.

Rahu opened his eyes.

"how?"

The dark figure knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Luo Hou frowned:

"explain."

The shadowy figure said in a trembling voice:

"The three races... have reached a ceasefire!"

"What?!"

Rahu suddenly stood up.

The aura of a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, pressing the dark figure to the ground, unable to move.

"Ceasefire? Who told them to cease hostilities?!"

The shadowy figure's voice trembled:

"It is...it is Yuan Feng, the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan."

"She first went to find the Ancestral Dragon, and then she went to find the First Qilin."

"I don't know what was said, but the three races stopped fighting."

Rahu's face turned ashen.

Yuan Feng?

That aloof and arrogant woman?

She actually took the initiative to seek peace?

That's impossible.

Rahu gritted his teeth:

"What about Zu Long? Did he agree?"

"I agreed."

"Where is the First Qilin?"

"I agreed."

Rahu remained silent.

His scheme, which he had been planning for tens of thousands of years, was ruined just like that?

With the three races at peace, the Dragon-Han Calamity came to an end.

There was no fighting, no death, no resentment.

What will he use to break through?

Rahu gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"There's one more thing..."

The shadowy figure said in a trembling voice.

Luo Hou said coldly:

"explain."

"Hongjun, Yangmei, Yinyang, and Qiankun have all seen a significant increase in their cultivation levels."

"Especially Hongjun, who has broken through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal level."

Rahu's expression changed drastically.

A Primordial Golden Immortal?!

Hongjun?

That ant in the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm?

How did he do that?

Luo Hou's voice was hoarse:

"Who helped him?"

The shadowy figure shook its head:

"I am unaware."

All that is known is that the four of them traveled in the chaos for several months, and after returning, their cultivation levels increased significantly.

"Especially Hongjun, whose aura is no less powerful than that of Pangu back then."

Rahu slumped on his throne, his face deathly pale.

Not below Pangu?

What does that mean?

That means that if Hongjun wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as raising his hand.

Rahu closed his eyes.

Countless thoughts surged through my mind.

The three races ceased hostilities, and Hongjun broke through.

Could these two things be related?

Could it have been done by the same person?

If so, who is that person?

Such methods are unbelievable?

Luo Hou opened his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent:

"Go check."

"Find out exactly what happened."

"Find out who's ruining my plans."

The shadowy figure kowtowed:

"Yes, ma'am."

He turned around, transformed into a wisp of black smoke, and vanished from the hall.

The main hall returned to silence.

Rahu sat on the throne, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He suddenly felt uneasy.

That unease was very faint.

But it lingers.

It was as if something was approaching him.

It's hard to explain, hard to define.

But it truly exists.

Rahu took a deep breath.

Not afraid.

He is the Demon Ancestor, a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal.

Even if Hongjun breaks through, it's only at the initial stage.

If a real fight breaks out, it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose.

As for the person behind it all...

Luo Hou's eyes were icy cold.

Those who thwart my plans shall die.

The words fell.

He stood up.

Black robes fluttered, and demonic energy surged.

With one step, he disappeared into the main hall.

......

Chaos surged, and gray mist swirled.

Rahu stood in the depths of chaos, closing his eyes to sense.

He's looking for it.

Searching for that person's scent.

Search for that person's whereabouts.

Find that person's weakness.

He is the Demon Ancestor, who has cultivated for countless years and is proficient in countless secret techniques.

One of them is called "Heavenly Demon Sensing".

As long as that person exists in this world, as long as that person has left even a trace of their presence, he can sense it.

Rahu activated the secret technique.

My mind sank into chaos, and my senses extended for thousands of miles.

Ten thousand miles.

Millions of miles.

Thousands of miles away.

suddenly.

He was jolted.

I sensed it.

The scent was very faint.

So faint as to be almost negligible.

But it does exist.

That aura contained a power he had never seen before.

It is not divine power, not demonic power, not Buddhist power.

It is chaos.

It is the origin.

It is the most primal power that existed before the creation of the world.

Luo Hou opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror.

The origin of chaos?

That was a power that even Pangu had never mastered!

Who exactly is that person?!

Luo Hou took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Following that aura, they flew towards the depths of chaos.

It flew for three days and three nights.

Ahead, a mountain appeared.

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.

Zixiao Mountain.

Luo Hou stopped and frowned.

Isn't this Hongjun's Daoist temple?

How did that person's presence end up here?

He was pondering.

Suddenly, a voice came from the mountaintop:

"Since you're here, come on up."

Rahu's expression changed slightly.

That was Hongjun's voice.

He thought for a moment, then started climbing the mountain.

On the mountaintop, atop a stone platform.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the east, dressed in a simple gray robe with white hair hanging down.

His eyes were closed, and his face was calm.

His aura was as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

Rahu stood beneath the stone platform, gazing at Hongjun.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me.

Back then, Hongjun was nothing more than an ant in the early stages of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

He wouldn't even glance at it.

But now, Hongjun is already a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

He's on a completely different level.

Luo Hou suppressed his resentment and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, how have you been?"

Hongjun opened his eyes and looked at him.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

"Luo Hou, what brings you to my Zixiao Mountain?"

Rahu said:

"I'm here to find someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who ruined my plans."

Hongjun remained silent.

Rahu continued:

"Was it you who persuaded the three races to cease hostilities?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"no."

"Who is that?"

Hongjun gazed at him for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Someone you can't afford to mess with."

Rahu's expression changed slightly.

Can't be bothered?

He is Rahu, the Demon Ancestor, and a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal.

Is there anyone in this world he can't afford to offend?

Seeing the change in his expression, Hongjun said calmly:

"Rahu, let me give you a piece of advice."

"Don't go looking for that person."

"Don't investigate that person's background."

"Don't have any designs on that person."

"otherwise......"

He paused:

"The demonic path was truly destroyed."

Rahu's face turned ashen.

He gazed at Hongjun, at that calm and serene face.

Anger welled up in my heart.

"Hongjun, are you threatening me?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"It's not a threat."

"It's advice."

Whether you listen or not is up to you.

Rahu gritted his teeth.

He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Hongjun spoke.

Rahu turned his head.

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

That person asked me to pass on a message to you.

Rahu frowned:

"What did you say?"

Hongjun spoke each word clearly:

"He's broken your plan."

"He has cut off your path."

"He'll spare your life."

"If you continue to misbehave, then come and take it."

Rahu's expression changed drastically.

It's broken, it's torn, but I'll keep it.

What a boastful tone!

He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Black robes fluttered, and demonic energy surged.

It disappeared into the chaos.

Hongjun gazed in the direction where he had disappeared and sighed softly.

"Those who ignore advice will suffer sooner or later."

Rahu is gone.

They left decisively and resolutely.

But Hongjun knew that the person would come back.

Not now.

It is the future.

It was after the Dragon-Han Great Calamity and before the Lich War.

It was the day he merged with the Tao.

Hongjun opened his eyes and looked at the surging chaos outside the palace.

"Rahu, Rahu..."

He muttered to himself:

"You've been planning this scheme for tens of thousands of years, and it's all been thwarted in a single day."

I know you're unwilling to accept this.

"But what can I do if I'm unwilling?"

"That person is someone you can't afford to mess with."

"I can't afford to offend them either."

"No one in this world is someone we can afford to offend."

Hongjun closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

Once one's cultivation reaches his level, the next step is to ascend to the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

That was a realm that even Pangu had never reached.

He dared not slack off.

Because that person said:

"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 engraved these words in his heart.

......

Western Wilderness.

The main base of the Qilin clan.

The first Qilin stood outside the hall, gazing at the bottomless pit.

That pit was left by Kong Xuan with a casual strike.

It is so deep that its bottom is unknown, and so wide that its boundaries are invisible.

Like a giant maw opened by the earth, swallowing all light.

The First Qilin stared at it for a long time.

Behind him, the Qilin clan elder whispered:

"Chieftain, that man in black robes..."

Shi Qilin raised his hand to stop him.

"Do not discuss it."

"That person is someone we can't afford to offend."

The elder bowed his head:

"Yes, ma'am."

The first Qilin turned around and walked back into the hall.

He sat on his throne, eyes closed in deep thought.

The ceasefire among the three races is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good news is, we don't have to fight anymore.

The Qilin clan suffered heavy casualties; if the fighting continues, they may truly be wiped out.

The bad thing is that he felt resentful.

They fought for tens of thousands of years, and countless members of their tribe died.

In the end, they gained nothing.

The first Qilin gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

But he dared not move.

Because the man in the black robe had said:

"If you refuse, I will find someone else to be the leader of the Qilin clan."

Let's find someone else.

These four words are etched into my heart like a knife.

The Qilin took a deep breath and released the armrest.

That's it.

Being alive is better than anything else.

As long as the Qilin clan exists, there is still hope.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

......

East China Sea.

The Dragon Clan's headquarters.

The First Emperor slumped on his throne, his face deathly pale.

The aura of the man in the black robe still lingered in his heart.

It was so heavy it made him feel suffocated.

Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian.

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

Emperor Zulong gave a wry smile.

He lived for countless years, believing himself to be the supreme being of heaven and earth.

Little did they know that in that person's eyes, they were nothing more than an ant.

"Issue my decree..."

His voice was hoarse:

"From this day forward, the Dragon Clan shall retreat and shall not engage in conflict with the Phoenix Clan or the Qilin Clan."

"Those who disobey will be beheaded."

All the generals in the hall bowed in unison:

"As you command."

The First Emperor leaned back on his throne and closed his eyes.

He is tired.

After fighting for tens of thousands of years, I'm really tired.

A ceasefire is good; it allows for rest and recuperation.

It's not too late to pursue hegemony once the dragon race has recovered.

As for the man in the black robe...

The First Emperor opened his eyes and looked outside the palace.

Hopefully, that person won't come back.

......

Undead volcano.

The flames burned eternally, turning half the sky a fiery red.

In the Phoenix Palace, Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

He slept for a long time.

This was the first time he had truly fallen asleep since arriving in this era.

Without any precautions or alertness, they simply slept.

Because my mother is by my side.

Because it is safe here.

Yuan Feng sat on the high platform, looking at him.

Her gaze was gentle, tinged with a hint of heartache.

"woke up?"

Kong Xuan nodded and stood up.

"Mother, I must go."

Yuan Feng's expression changed slightly.

"So fast?"

Kong Xuan looked out at the crimson sky.

"There are still some things to take care of."

"Once it's done, I'll return to the future."

Yuan Feng remained silent.

After a long silence, he said softly:

Will they come back?

Kong Xuan looked at her.

"meeting."

"I missed my mother, so I came back."

Yuan Feng's eyes were slightly red, but she smiled.

The smile was very faint, yet it conveyed kindness.

"it is good."

"Your mother is waiting for you."

Kong Xuan turned around and walked out of the hall.

Upon reaching the palace gate, they suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at Yuan Feng.

"Mother, there's something I've never told you."

Yuan Feng was taken aback.

"What is it?"

Kong Xuandao:

"You, in the future, have been reborn."

"Transform into an immortal volcano, forever guarding the southern border."

"The Phoenix Clan declined from that point on and never recovered."

Yuan Feng's face turned deathly pale.

She had already guessed it.

Hearing it with my own ears still hurts.

Kong Xuan continued:

"But now, things are different."

"The three races ceased hostilities, and the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation ended ahead of schedule."

"You will not be reborn, and the Phoenix Clan will not decline."

"Your destiny has changed."

Yuan Feng looked at him, tears silently streaming down her face.

"Thank you, child."

Kong Xuan shook his head.

"You're welcome."

"You are my mother, that's only right."

He turned and stepped out of the palace gate.

Yuan Feng got up and chased after him to the palace gate.

Watching that figure in black robes walk further and further away.

They disappeared into the crimson sky.

She stood at the palace gate, motionless for a long time.

"Take care, child."

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

But she knew he could hear her.

Because he is her son.

Because she is his mother.

Southern Xinjiang.

Under the crimson sky, Kong Xuan walked on air.

Her robes fluttered lightly, and her black hair fell loosely.

The small white flower on her lapel swayed gently in the wind.

He was thinking about something.

Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The mastermind behind this era.

The instigator of the Dragon-Han Great Calamity.

He instigated the bloodshed among the three races.

He instigated the chaos that engulfed the world.

The devastation and suffering were caused by him.

He hid in the shadows and reaped the benefits.

After the three races perished together, he devoured their fortune and broke through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

To become the Lord of the Primordial World.

He's very good at planning.

Unfortunately, he came.

The three races ceased hostilities, and the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation ended ahead of schedule.

Rahu's scheme has been broken.

His path was cut off.

How could he accept this?

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly.

Unwilling to accept this, they came to me.

I'm waiting.

I was just thinking about it.

suddenly.

He stopped in his tracks.

Because someone is coming from ahead.

Black robes fluttered, and demonic energy surged.

His face was handsome, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

Rahu.

Demon Ancestor.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

He stood in the void, gazing at Kong Xuan.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"So it was you who ruined my plans?"

Kong Xuan looked at him, her gaze calm.

"it's me."

Rahu gritted his teeth.

"Do you know that I have been plotting this for tens of thousands of years?"

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"