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

Kong Xuan extended his divine sense, instantly covering the entire prehistoric world.

On the shores of the East China Sea, a golden dragon bursts forth from the water.

Its body shone with golden light, and its dragon might was like a prison.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

No, it's a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

The son of the First Emperor.

The Dragon Prince... Zhulong.

Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

interesting.

During the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, Zhulong was no more than a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

After three hundred years, he has actually reached the level of a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

It seems that Emperor Zulong spared no expense.

The Candle Dragon bursts forth from the water, roaring to the sky:

"I, Zhulong, emerge from seclusion today!"

"In the primordial world, the dragon race reigns supreme!"

The sound rolled on, spreading throughout the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless creatures looked up, their expressions changing drastically.

The birth of the Dragon Prince is about to throw the world into chaos again?

Southern Xinjiang, the immortal volcano.

Yuan Feng opened her eyes, her brows furrowing slightly.

Candle Dragon?

Is he the son of the First Emperor?

Such cultivation level?

The Western Wilderness, inhabited by the Qilin Clan.

Shi Qilin's expression darkened.

Half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

What are you going to do, dragons?

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun opened his eyes and sighed softly:

"We've only had a truce for three hundred years, and now trouble is brewing again."

Master Yangmei sat to one side:

"The dragons' ambitions never die."

"When the Candle Dragon is born, a battle is inevitable."

Hongjun shook his head:

"Won't."

Yang Mei was taken aback:

Why?

Hongjun gazed into the distance:

"Because that person is still here."

Yang Mei's expression changed:

"Kong Xuan?"

Hongjun nodded:

"He's here."

"The dragons dare not make a move."

Yang Mei remained silent.

Yes, that person is there.

Who dares to make a move?

But Zhulong didn't know.

He secluded himself for three hundred years, unaware of the changes in the outside world.

It is unknown why the three races ceased hostilities.

It is unknown why Rahu went into seclusion.

It is unknown why Hongjun broke through.

Little did they know that there was a man named Kong Xuan in this world.

The candle dragon bursts forth from the water and soars straight into the sky.

Behind him, thousands of dragons followed.

It covered everything, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The Candle Dragon stands in the void, overlooking the earth:

"Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan, come out and face your deaths!"

The sound was like thunder, rolling down.

Southern Xinjiang.

The Phoenix Clan Elder's face turned ashen:

"Ancestor, the Dragon Clan has gone too far!"

Yuan Feng waved her hand:

"No rush."

"Someone will make a move."

The Phoenix Clan elder was taken aback:

"Who?"

Yuan Feng did not answer.

He simply looked north.

That's the direction of Kong Xuan's cave dwelling.

Western Wilderness.

The Qilin clan elder roared:

"Chieftain, shall we fight or not?!"

The First Qilin shook its head:

"I won't fight."

"wait."

The Qilin clan elder said urgently:

"What are you waiting for?"

The First Qilin said calmly:

"Waiting for someone."

Zhulong stood in the void, and seeing no one answer, he sneered:

"Scared?"

"After three hundred years, have the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan both become cowards?"

The dragons behind him laughed and sang.

The Candle Dragon raises its head:

"Since you dare not come out, then submit!"

"From this day forward, the dragon race shall reign supreme in the primordial world!"

"Those who violate this rule..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A voice came from afar.

It's very light.

Yet it was crystal clear.

"Who gave you the guts?"

Zhulong's expression darkened:

"Who?!"

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

Unhappy.

But every step spans thousands of miles.

Zhulong's pupils contracted slightly.

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

But he could sense the person's presence.

There was no breath.

Not a single bit.

It was as if more than one person had come.

It is a void.

Zhulong was slightly startled, but remained outwardly calm:

Who are you?

Kong Xuan stopped and stood a hundred feet in front of Zhulong.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly.

Kong Xuan.

Zhulong frowned:

"Never heard of it."

"What ethnicity are you?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"No race".

"A rogue cultivator."

Zhulong sneered:

"A mere rogue cultivator dares to interfere in the affairs of my dragon clan?"

"court death!"

He waved his hand:

"Take it down!"

Behind him, ten dragon clan experts rushed out.

At the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, his aura was like a rainbow.

Kong Xuan did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The dragon experts 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.

Kong Xuan raised his finger and flicked it lightly.

"Bang!"

Ten dragon clan experts were sent flying backwards.

He coughed up blood, and his bones and tendons were all broken.

Falling thousands of miles away, unable to get up.

Zhulong's expression changed drastically:

"you......"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Go back and tell the First Emperor."

"A ceasefire among the three races is inevitable."

"Whoever causes trouble, I will destroy them."

"Dragons are no exception."

Zhulong's face turned ashen.

"You dare threaten me?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light condensed in the palm of his hand.

A gentle flick.

The radiance drifted out and landed at the feet of the Candle Dragon.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The East China Sea surges, with towering waves.

Zhulong lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

There, a bottomless, enormous pit appears on the seabed.

Seawater surged back, creating swirling eddies.

Zhulong's face turned deathly pale.

If that blow had landed on him...

He dared not think any further.

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"This strike is a warning."

"The next strike will not be the same."

Zhulong grits its teeth:

"Who exactly are you?!"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"I already said it, Kong Xuan."

"Remember this name."

"If you commit this again, it will be your death sentence."

After saying that, he turned and left.

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

They vanished into the world.

Zhulong stood in the void, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

He wanted to pursue her.

But my legs are shaking.

He wanted to fight.

But my hands are trembling.

He was afraid.

Having lived for countless years, I have never been so afraid.

That person's eyes, that person's tone, that person's strike.

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

Zhulong took a deep breath:

"withdraw!"

The dragon experts exchanged bewildered glances, helped the injured man up, and retreated back to the East Sea.

On this day, the Dragon Prince was born.

On this day, the Dragon Prince was humiliated.

On this day, all living beings in the primordial world learned of something.

In this world, there lived a man named Kong Xuan.

Do not mess with them.

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and sighed softly:

"really."

Master Yangmei's expression was solemn:

"His cultivation level..."

"It's stronger than it was three hundred years ago."

Hongjun nodded:

"So powerful that I can't see through it."

Master Yangmei remained silent for a moment:

"What level of skill has he reached?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"have no idea."

"But I know that even Pangu is not as good as him."

Yang Mei gasped.

Even Pangu couldn't compare?

What does that mean?

Hongjun gazed into the distance:

"Stop guessing."

"His affairs are not for us to discuss."

Yang Mei nodded:

"clear."

Southern Xinjiang.

Undead volcano.

Yuan Feng stood atop the volcano, gazing northward.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

That was laughter.

A very faint smile.

Yet it exudes pride.

Her son, whom she hadn't seen for three hundred years, had become even stronger.

The Phoenix Clan elder stood behind him, his voice trembling as he spoke:

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

Yuan Feng said calmly:

Don't ask.

"Don't investigate."

Don't mess with them.

The Phoenix Clan Elder bowed his head:

"Yes, ma'am."

Western Wilderness.

The Qilin stood outside the hall, gazing eastward.

His complexion was complicated.

Three hundred years ago, Kong Xuan left a huge pit in the ground with a single finger.

Three hundred years later, Kong Xuan's strike left an abyss at the bottom of the sea.

It's stronger.

stronger.

The First Qilin smiled bitterly:

"Luckily, I didn't make a move back then."

"If we make a move, the Qilin clan will be wiped out."

The elder behind him lowered his head, not daring to respond.

East China Sea.

Dragon Palace.

The First Emperor sat on his throne, his face ashen.

Zhulong knelt below the throne, trembling all over.

"Father, that person..."

Zu Long raised his hand to stop him.

"No need to say anything more."

"I know who it is."

Zhulong was taken aback:

"Does Father know him?"

The First Emperor closed his eyes:

"know."

"Three hundred years ago, it was he who forced me to cease hostilities."

"When the finger fell, I didn't dare to move at all."

Zhulong's face turned deathly pale.

Father, a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal, didn't even dare to move?

The First Dragon opened its eyes and looked at the Candle Dragon:

"From this day forward, you must not provoke that person."

"If you see him, take a detour."

"If he is unhappy, the dragon race is doomed."

Zhulong kowtows:

"I understand."

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

tired.

I'm really tired.

With that person around, the Dragon Clan will never be able to dominate.

It's better not to seek hegemony.

Being alive is better than anything else.

In the midst of chaos.

Kong Xuan walked on air.

He was wondering about Zhulong's reaction.

Once the blow landed, they were terrified.

They knelt down, retreated, and chickened out.

Kong Xuan smiled slightly.

This is the proper reaction.

This era needs someone to set the rules.

Without rules, a group is like a pile of loose sand.

You hit me, I hit you, and the fight goes on and on.

They fought to the bitter end, each taking the other down with them.

The Dragon-Han Calamity serves as a cautionary tale.

Kong Xuan stopped and stood in the chaos.

He was thinking about something.

Establish rules.

Who will set it up?

Hongjun?

No, he's too weak.

Heaven?

No, it's too tender.

That leaves only him.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, extending his divine sense.

It instantly covered the entire primordial world.

The sound spread throughout the four seas and eight wastelands:

"I am Kong Xuan."

"Let's establish these rules today."

"Article 1: No fighting without cause."

"Secondly, the stronger must not bully the weaker."

"The third rule is that you must not destroy heaven and earth."

"Those who disobey will be executed without mercy."

The sound was like thunder, rolling down.

All living beings in the primordial world turned pale.

Countless creatures looked up at the sky.

That voice was as majestic as the heavens.

The tone left no room for doubt.

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun was startled.

Establish rules?

Could one person subdue the entire primordial world?

How domineering is this?

What confidence!

Yangmei Daoist's face turned deathly pale:

"What...what is he going to do?"

Hongjun took a deep breath:

"He will be the master of this world."

Yang Mei gasped.

"What about the Way of Heaven?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"The Way of Heaven?"

"What does the will of Heaven mean to him?"

The two were silent.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Feng stood atop the volcano, gazing at the sky.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

That's pride.

I am proud of my son.

Western Wilderness.

The First Qilin bowed its head:

"Yes, ma'am."

East China Sea.

The First Emperor bowed his head:

"Yes, ma'am."

Mount Sumeru.

Rahu bowed his head:

"Yes, ma'am."

All living beings in the primordial world bowed their heads.

No one dared to disobey.

No one dared to resist.

Because that person's blow remains on the seabed of the East China Sea.

That man's finger still remains on the western wilderness.

The man's imposing aura still lingers in the hearts of every living being.

Kong Xuan stood amidst the chaos, overlooking the entire primordial world.

His gaze was calm.

Setting rules is not for the sake of power.

It is for the sake of order.

The wilderness is too chaotic and needs to be managed.

Heaven cannot control it, and Hongjun cannot control it.

Then let him take charge.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked towards the cave.

The rules have been established.

Anyone who violates this rule is considered his enemy.

As for the consequences?

He made it very clear.

No mercy.

The rules were established, and the world trembled.

Countless creatures discussed it amongst themselves.

Who is Kong Xuan?

"Never heard of it."

"But that voice, that oppressive aura, were no ordinary thing."

"Even the First Emperor didn't dare to utter a sound, what do you think?"

The Phoenix Clan, the Dragon Clan, and the Qilin Clan all fell silent.

"Just who is this person?"

No one knows the answer.

But everyone remembered one name.

Kong Xuan.

This day was later known as "the day of establishing rules".

From that day on, the primordial world was governed by rules.

No one may kill without cause.

The strong must not bully the weak.

You must not destroy heaven and earth.

Three rules, simple and clear.

But standing behind him was a man who commanded the submission of three clans.

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun sat on the stone platform, his face solemn.

Yangmei Daoist, Yin Yang Daoist, and Qiankun Laozu sat on either side.

The four were discussing the matter.

They discussed Kong Xuan's matter.

Master Yangmei spoke:

"He established the rules, and the primordial world came into order."

"This is a good thing."

The Yin-Yang Taoist nodded:

"really."

"The Dragon-Han Great Calamity occurred because there were no rules."

"You kill me, I kill you, and in the end, all three races will be wiped out."

"Now that there are rules, at least there won't be any more major calamities."

Ancestor Qiankun said in a deep voice:

"But the question is, who will implement it?"

"Kong Xuan could not possibly do everything himself."

"He set the rules, and someone has to keep an eye on them."

Hongjun nodded:

"Fellow Daoist Qiankun is right."

"Once the rules are established, someone must enforce them."

"Otherwise, rules are just empty talk."

Master Yangmei asked:

"Who will carry it out?"

Hongjun remained silent for a moment:

"I."

The three were greatly surprised.

Yang Mei said urgently:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you have already become a Primordial Golden Immortal."

Why lower yourself to become a law enforcer?

Hongjun shook his head:

"It's not about lowering myself."

"It's a responsibility."

"Kong Xuan is right. Those who cultivate themselves should keep the common people in mind."

"Since I have benefited from his kindness, I should share his burdens."

The three remained silent.

After a long silence, Yang Mei nodded:

"In that case, we will help you."

Hongjun nodded:

Thank you.

The four of them got up and walked out of the hall.

From that day forward, the Four Sages of Zixiao Mountain became the enforcers of the primordial world.

Anyone who violates Kong Xuan's rules will be dealt with.

If they can't handle it, then Kong Xuan will take action himself.

But Kong Xuan never made a move.

Because Hongjun and his three companions were already sufficient.

The Primordial Golden Immortal is invincible in this primordial world.

Three hundred years later.

East China Sea.

After three hundred years of seclusion, Zhulong finally broke through.

Early stage of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

He broke through the barrier and roared to the sky.

Its voice resounds throughout the four seas, and ten thousand dragons pay homage.

Zhulong stood in the void, clenching his fist.

Feel the surging power within my body.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

That was a level that even my father had not reached back then.

He reached it.

A cold glint flashed in Zhulong's eyes.

Three hundred years ago, that person made him kneel.

For three hundred years, he has never forgotten it, day or night.

Today, he will seek revenge.

Behind him, the dragon elder said in a trembling voice:

"Your Highness, no!"

"That person is too strong; you are no match for him."

Zhulong sneered:

"Not a match for them?"

"I have already attained the Great Golden Immortal realm; who in this world can rival me?"

The elder said urgently:

"Kong Xuan, he..."

Zhulong raises his hand:

"shut up."

"Three hundred years ago, he was just a rogue cultivator."

"How much stronger will they be three hundred years from now?"

"Today, I will raze his cave to the ground."

"Let him know that the dragon race cannot be insulted."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Candle Dragon transformed into golden light and flew northward.

Behind him, thousands of dragons followed.

It blotted out the sky and had an imposing presence.