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

Kong Xuan looked at Luo Hou with a calm gaze.

"Know."

"But so what?"

Rahu's face turned ashen.

Tens of thousands of years of planning were destroyed in one day.

How could he accept this?

"Who exactly are you?"

Luo Hou asked through gritted teeth.

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back.

That gaze was as if looking at an ant.

Rahu was enraged.

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

Who in this world dares to look at him like that?

"court death!"

Rahu has made his move.

With a single palm strike, demonic energy surged forth.

Endless darkness pressed down on Kong Xuan.

In that darkness, there was resentment, malevolence, and death.

It is all the negative forces he has collected over tens of thousands of years.

With a single palm strike, even a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal would have to retreat.

Kong Xuan did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The darkness rushed towards him and then stopped.

It felt like I'd bumped into a wall.

An invisible wall.

Rahu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What?!"

He struck with all his might, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of the man's clothes.

Kong Xuan looked at him and said calmly:

"this one?"

The two words were uttered casually.

But it was like a slap in the face, landing hard on Rahu's face.

Luo Hou's face flushed red, and he roared:

"The Demon Has Descended Upon Heaven and Earth!"

He formed a hand seal, and demonic energy surged.

Suddenly, darkness fell between heaven and earth.

The sun disappeared, the moon disappeared, and the stars disappeared.

Only darkness remained.

Endless darkness.

From that darkness emerged countless demonic figures.

Some have three heads and six arms, some have a thousand eyes and a hundred feet, and some are formless and shapeless.

They are demons, demons refined by Rahu over countless years.

Each one of them possesses the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Thousands upon thousands, overwhelming.

He rushed towards Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan looked at those demons and shook his head slightly.

"A waste of time."

He raised his hand.

With a gentle wave.

The divine light of the Great Dao shone forth.

Green, yellow, red, black, white.

Five beams of light swept out.

When those demons touched the divine light, it was like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

Silent and without a trace, vanished without a trace.

Thousands upon thousands of demons vanished in the blink of an eye.

Rahu's face was deathly pale, and his legs went weak.

Those demons were the culmination of his countless years of hard work.

That's his biggest trump card.

That's it? Gone just like that?

Is it as simple as blowing out a few candles?

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand and looked at him.

"Is there anything else?"

Rahu trembled all over.

He was afraid.

I'm really scared.

The person in front of him was someone he couldn't possibly contend with.

That power, that crushing force, that composure.

Everyone is telling him... you can't do it.

Rahu turned around and tried to escape.

Did I let you leave?

Kong Xuan's voice drifted over softly.

Luo Hou froze.

He found himself unable to move.

An invisible force held him still in the void.

Unable to move.

Rahu desperately channeled his magic power.

But it's completely useless.

That power was like a mountain, like a peak, like the sky.

It was so heavy it made him feel suffocated.

Kong Xuan walked up to him and looked at him.

"You've been plotting this for tens of thousands of years, causing the deaths of countless lives?"

Have you counted them?

Rahu gritted his teeth:

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's no need for further discussion!"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"What a perfect example of 'the victor is king, the loser is villain'."

"Then you should accept your defeat today."

He raised his hand.

Press down with one finger.

Luo Hou let out a miserable scream, his bones cracking and popping.

Even a peak-level Golden Immortal's physical body was as fragile as paper under this one finger.

Fresh blood flowed from the seven orifices.

Rahu knelt in the void, his whole body trembling.

"Who...who are you...?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

Another finger.

Luo Hou's cultivation level dropped from the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm to the early stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

Thirty percent of his cultivation vanished instantly.

Rahu's face was ashen.

"No...don't..."

Kong Xuan stopped.

I won't kill you.

"I'll spare your life."

"Because you are still useful."

"One day in the future, you will fight against Hongjun."

"You will lose that battle."

"We lost badly."

"The demonic path declined from that point on and never recovered."

Rahu knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He didn't believe it.

I dare not disbelieve it.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked into the distance.

The voice came softly:

"Remember my name... Kong Xuan."

"One day in the future, you will kneel before me."

"Then you will know that sparing your life today is an immense act of mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the horizon.

Rahu lay paralyzed in the void, his face as pale as paper.

Kong Xuan.

He remembered it.

It's etched into my bones and branded onto my soul.

I'll never forget it.

......

In the midst of chaos.

Hongjun sat upright on Zixiao Mountain, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed it.

That fluctuation came from the direction of Rahu.

Very strong.

It can be fleeting.

Like a candle flame that has been slapped out.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

He got up and flew towards the direction from which the fluctuations came.

It flew for three days and three nights.

In the void ahead, a figure sat slumped.

His black robe was tattered, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his breath was weak.

Rahu.

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

At this moment, however, he resembled a mortal whose cultivation had been crippled.

Hongjun's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Rahu? What's wrong?"

Luo Hou looked up at Hongjun.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"He...he's here..."

Hongjun frowned:

"Who?"

Rahu's voice trembled:

Kong Xuan.

"The person who ruined my plans."

"He pointed...just one finger..."

"My cultivation level has decreased by 30%."

"My demons, thousands upon thousands of demons..."

"He waved his hand, and they were all gone."

"Like blowing dust."

Hongjun's expression changed drastically.

One finger, and thirty percent of one's cultivation is destroyed?

With a wave of his hand, he can annihilate ten thousand demons?

What kind of tactic is this?

Rahu grabbed Hongjun's robe:

"Hongjun, you know him, don't you?"

"Tell me, who exactly is he?!"

Hongjun remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"I told you."

"You can't afford to mess with them."

Luo Hou slumped to the ground, his face ashen.

Hongjun looked at him, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

He knew Kong Xuanqiang.

I never expected it to be this strong.

One finger wasted 30% of the peak cultivation of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

That was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Hongjun took a deep breath:

"Let's go."

"Go back to your Mount Sumeru."

"Take good care of your injury."

"Don't provoke him anymore."

Rahu smiled bitterly:

"provoke?"

"I don't even dare to look at him anymore."

He got up, staggered, and disappeared into the chaos.

Hongjun stood there, silent for a long time.

After a long while, he murmured to himself:

"The Primordial Supreme Ultimate Golden Immortal..."

"What kind of realm is it exactly?"

he does not know.

But he understood one thing.

There are some things in this world that he cannot fathom.

......

Inside the time tunnel.

Kong Xuan walked on air.

All around was endless chaos, distorted time, and shattered space.

But he left calmly.

As if walking on flat ground.

He was thinking about Rahu's reaction.

With a single finger, he knelt down.

Thirty percent of his cultivation was gone.

They begged for mercy.

Scared.

Kong Xuan smiled slightly.

This is the proper reaction.

He didn't come to claim kinship.

They're here to establish their authority.

People in this era are too weak.

So weak that he doesn't even deserve to take a serious look.

But they were too arrogant.

The First Dragon was mad, the First Qilin was mad, and Rahu was even mader.

He thought he was invincible.

Then let them know what it means to be outmatched.

Kong Xuan continued on his way.

Ahead, at the end of the time tunnel, a light appeared.

He stepped out.

Before me lay a familiar world.

It was the era of Journey to the West, after the Investiture of the Gods, the era in which he lived.

The sky is azure, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

The land is vast and the mountains and rivers are like a painting.

Kong Xuan stood in the void and took a deep breath.

came back.

He turned and looked south.

That's the direction of southern Xinjiang.

It is the location of the immortal volcano.

Kong Xuan's eyes flickered slightly.

Yuan Feng's mark is still there.

He could sense it.

But he won't go again.

I've seen what I needed to see.

What needed to be done, was done.

Those who needed to be deterred have been deterred.

As for romantic love?

That's not his path.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and flew eastward.

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

......

Zixiao Mountain.

After a century of seclusion, Hongjun finally solidified his early-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.

He opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

After a century of cultivation, progress has been minimal.

Once you reach this level, every step forward becomes as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Outside the hall, Daoist Yangmei walked in.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, congratulations on emerging from seclusion."

Hongjun nodded:

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, is there something you need?"

Master Yangmei's expression was solemn:

"I went to the depths of chaos."

"I saw someone."

Hongjun frowned:

"Who?"

Master Yangmei took a deep breath:

Kong Xuan.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

"What did he say to you?"

Master Yangmei shook his head:

"He didn't say anything."

"He was just standing there."

"But that aura..."

He paused, his eyes filled with horror:

"I felt a chill run down my spine just from getting close."

"It felt like I wasn't facing the same person."

"It's complete chaos."

"It's the entire primordial world."

"It is the endless origin before the creation of heaven and earth."

Hongjun remained silent.

He understood Yang Mei's feelings.

Because he had done it too.

Master Yangmei continued:

"What's even more terrifying is..."

He glanced at me.

"Just one glance."

"My cultivation level has become unstable."

"I almost fell from the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm to the early stage."

Hongjun gasped.

One glance?

Can a single glance be enough to make someone fall from grace?

What kind of tactic is this?

Master Yangmei smiled bitterly:

"I finally understand why you advised me not to go to him back then."

"That kind of existence doesn't even qualify us to look up to it."

Hongjun nodded:

"Good to know."

"From this day forward, never mention his name again."

"Don't ask about him anymore."

"Just pretend this person doesn't exist."

Master Yangmei nodded:

"clear."

The two looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

That fear was ingrained in my very bones.

......

Undead volcano.

The flames never go out.

Kong Xuan stood atop the volcano, his hands behind his back.

He didn't go in.

I was just standing outside.

Looking at the surging flames, looking at the crimson sky.

Behind them, a figure in a golden robe descended.

Golden-winged Roc.

"Brother, you've been standing here for three days."

"What are you looking at?"

Kong Xuan did not turn around.

"Looking at a mountain."

The Golden-Winged Roc was taken aback:

"A mountain? What's so interesting about it?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"You don't understand."

The Golden-Winged Roc sneered:

"So mysterious."

Kong Xuan turned around and looked at him.

"How is your cultivation progress lately?"

The Golden-Winged Roc raises its head:

"Peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, half-step Quasi-Saint."

"It won't be long before I break through."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"good."

"But that's not enough."

The Golden-Winged Roc was unconvinced:

"What do you mean it's not enough?"

Kong Xuandao:

"The Tathagata is at the peak of Quasi-Sainthood."

"You can't even withstand one of his moves."

The Golden-Winged Roc's expression froze.

Kong Xuan continued:

"Go back to your spiritual practice."

"I will only emerge when I break through to the Quasi-Saint level."

The Golden-Winged Roc gritted its teeth:

"Brother, can't you lend me a hand?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"help?"

"If I help you, you will never grow up."

"Go and make your own way."

" Figure it out for yourself."

Go and fight for it yourself.

The Golden-Winged Roc lowers its head:

"understood."

He turned around, transformed into a golden light, and disappeared into the horizon.

Kong Xuan looked in the direction he had disappeared and shook his head slightly.

This younger brother is too arrogant.

Arrogance is not a bad thing.

Arrogance without strength is suicidal.

It's good to teach him a lesson.

Kong Xuan turned around and looked at the immortal volcano.

One last look.

Then, he walked away.

There was no turning back.

There was no goodbye.

There is no affection for children.

He came here.

He has seen it.

he's gone.

that is it.

......

Mount Sumeru.

Demonic energy surged.

Rahu sat cross-legged in the main hall, his face gloomy.

A century has passed, and his cultivation has recovered somewhat.

But those thirty percent of his cultivation could never be regained.

It was wiped away by Kong Xuan's finger and disappeared completely.

It's as if it never existed.

Rahu gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Do you hate it?

hatred.

Is it scary?

afraid.

That fear was etched into their bones and branded onto their soul.

Every time he closes his eyes, he can see that finger.

I saw that divine light of the Great Dao.

I saw those calm, still eyes.

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

He dared not retaliate.

I don't even dare to think about it.

Because he knew that person could reduce him to ashes with just one glance.

Rahu closed his eyes and continued his practice.

This is the only thing he can do right now.

Become stronger.

So strong that he's not afraid of that person.

But he knew in his heart...

It's impossible in this lifetime.

......

Kong Xuan stood on the shore of the East China Sea, gazing at the boundless ocean.

He was thinking about something.

The matter of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation has been completed.

Luo Hou was destroyed, the three races ceased their existence, and Hongjun broke through to the next level.

Those who needed to be deterred have been deterred.

what's next?

The great war of the gods is still tens of thousands of years away.

The journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures will continue for even longer.

He couldn't wait that long.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked into the depths of chaos.

Something even stronger awaits him there.

The remaining will of three thousand demon gods.

The origin before the creation of heaven and earth.

The secrets hidden deep within chaos.

Those are the things that interest him.

As for the ants of this era?

Let them play by themselves.

Kong Xuan stepped into the chaos.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair stood on end.

They disappeared into the gray fog.

......

Deep within chaos.

The gray fog surged and stretched to the horizon.

Kong Xuan walked on air, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He has been gone for three years.

Three years, three years spent in chaos.

There is no direction, no goal.

Just walk.

He was looking for something.

The remnants of three thousand demon gods.

Before the creation of heaven and earth, there were three thousand demon gods in the chaos.

With a single axe stroke, Pangu slaughtered all.

Though the demon god is dead, his obsession remains.

Scattered in the depths of chaos, waiting for those destined to find them.

What Kong Xuan was looking for were these lingering regrets.

It's not for inheritance.

It is for devouring.

He is the Primordial Supreme Immortal.

Above that lies the boundless chaos.

That level of achievement is unattainable.

Pangu didn't exist, Hongjun didn't exist, and even the Heavenly Dao didn't exist.

Kong Xuan wanted to give it a try.

Ahead, chaos suddenly surged.

A wave emanated from the far distance.

Very strong.

He is stronger than Rahu, stronger than the First Emperor, and stronger than anyone else in this era.

Kong Xuan stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickering slightly.

found it.

He took a step and walked in the direction from which the fluctuations were coming.

Ahead, in the chaos, a figure appeared.

The figure was illusory and semi-transparent.

But that aura was as imposing as a mountain.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm.

One of the three thousand demon gods.

Space Demon God, raises eyebrows.