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

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun opened his eyes and frowned.

Zhulong has broken through.

Early stage of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Moreover, he went to find Kong Xuan.

Master Yangmei's expression changed drastically:

"not good!"

"Zhulong is courting death!"

Hongjun stood up:

"Walk."

The four transformed into streaks of light and sped northward.

Southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Feng opened her eyes, her face darkening.

Zhulong.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

I went to find Kong Xuan.

She got up and prepared to go.

The Phoenix Clan elder said urgently:

"Ancestor, what are you going to do?"

Yuan Feng said coldly:

"Save my son."

The elder was taken aback:

"Does Kong Xuan need to be saved?"

Yuan Feng paused in her steps.

Yes, does Kong Xuan need to be saved?

She thought for a moment, then sat back down.

No need.

That son doesn't even respect the Heavenly Dao.

What's so special about a single Zhulong?

Western Wilderness.

The Qilin stood outside the palace, gazing north.

"Zhulong has gone mad."

The elder behind him nodded:

"That's absolutely insane."

"Going to find Kong Xuan is practically suicide!"

The First Qilin shook its head:

"He didn't know how formidable Kong Xuan was."

"Three hundred years ago, when Kong Xuan pointed his finger down, the First Emperor didn't even dare to move."

"Three hundred years from now, Kong Xuan will only be stronger."

"Zhulong thought that breaking through to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian realm would make him invincible."

"But little did they know, in that person's eyes, even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal was nothing more than this."

The elder remained silent.

Yes, that's all there is to it.

Northern Xinjiang.

Kong Xuan Cave.

An unremarkable mountain, an unremarkable cave.

There were no formations, no restrictions, and no guards.

It's just an ordinary mountain and an ordinary cave.

Zhulong stood outside the cave and sneered:

"Is this Kong Xuan's cave dwelling?"

"Stingy".

He waved his hand:

"Tear it down!"

Thousands of dragons rushed forward.

Claws as sharp as hooks, dragon's might as a prison.

But they stopped just as they reached the entrance to the cave.

An invisible force held them suspended in mid-air.

Unable to move.

Zhulong's expression changed:

"Who?!"

A figure in a black robe emerged from the cave.

Kong Xuan.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

He gazed at Zhulong with a calm expression.

"You've grown bolder in three hundred years."

Zhulong grits its teeth:

"Kong Xuan, today I will avenge you!"

"You made me kneel three hundred years ago, today I'll make you kneel back!"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

Are you sure?

The Candle Dragon raises its head:

"I've already reached the Great Golden Immortal realm, why would I be afraid of you?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"it is good."

"Make your move."

Zhulong roared and threw a punch.

The power of a Primordial Golden Immortal was unleashed at full force.

This punch is enough to destroy an entire region.

Kong Xuan did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The punch stopped just before it hit him.

It felt like I'd bumped into a wall.

An invisible wall.

Zhulong's pupils suddenly contracted:

"How is that possible?!"

He is a Primordial Golden Immortal!

A full-force attack couldn't even touch the hem of the man's clothes?

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Three hundred years have passed, and this is all the progress you've made?"

Zhulong's face flushed red, and he attacked again.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

Ten punches, a hundred punches, a thousand punches.

Every punch was delivered with full force.

But every punch stopped in front of Kong Xuan.

It's impossible to make any progress.

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"A waste of time."

He raised his hand.

Press down with one finger.

Zhulong let out a miserable cry and flew backward.

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

It crashed thousands of miles away, creating a deep crater.

The physical body of a Primordial Golden Immortal is as fragile as paper under this one finger.

Zhulong lay in the pit, trembling all over.

He wanted to stand up.

But he couldn't stand up.

That single finger strike crippled thirty percent of his cultivation.

Just like when Rahu was deposed.

Kong Xuan walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at him.

"I've said it before, a second offense means certain death."

"You forgot?"

Zhulong's face turned deathly pale:

"I......"

Kong Xuan raised his hand.

The divine light of the Great Dao flows and circulates.

Zhulong closed his eyes, awaiting death.

"Wait a minute!"

A voice came from behind.

Hongjun landed in front of Kong Xuan and bowed, saying:

"Senior, please have mercy."

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Are you going to plead for him?"

Hongjun shook his head:

"It's not a plea for mercy."

"It's the rule."

"The senior has set a rule that fighting is forbidden without cause."

"Although Zhulong committed the offense, no casualties were reported."

"Killing him would be against the rules."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Hongjun continued:

"It would be better to cripple his cultivation and expel him from the dragon clan."

"To serve as a warning to others."

Kong Xuan stared at him for a long time.

nod:

"it is good."

He raised his hand and pressed down with one finger.

Zhulong let out a miserable cry, his cultivation completely destroyed.

He fell from the mortal realm to the level of a Grand Immortal.

He had no cultivation left.

Kong Xuan stopped and turned to leave.

The voice came softly:

"From this day forward, Zhulong is no longer a dragon."

"Anyone who takes in will become my enemy."

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

Hongjun stood still and sighed softly.

Looking down at the Candle Dragon:

"You shouldn't have come."

Zhulong lay in the pit, his face ashen.

His cultivation level is gone.

My identity is gone.

Everything is gone.

He regretted it.

Is it useful to regret it?

Useless.

Hongjun turned around and transformed into a stream of light, departing.

Thousands of dragons stood in the void, looking at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to make a move.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to help Zhulong.

Because Kong Xuan said that whoever took him in would be his enemy.

The dragon elder gritted his teeth:

"Walk!"

The thousands of dragons turned and left.

Zhulong was left alone, lying in the pit.

All alone, like a dead dog.

On this day, the Dragon Clan Crown Prince was deposed.

On this day, all living beings in the primordial world remembered a name once again.

Kong Xuan.

Do not mess with them.

They are really not to be trifled with.

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun sat on the stone platform, his face solemn.

Master Yangmei spoke:

"With Zhulong crippled, the dragon race dares not offend again."

"The rules have been established."

Hongjun nodded:

"But then a problem arises."

Yang Mei was taken aback:

"What's the problem?"

Hongjun said:

"Kong Xuan is too strong."

"So powerful that no one can control him."

"It's good that he sets the rules."

"But what if one day he changes his mind?"

"What if one day he becomes the ruler of the primordial world?"

"Who can stop him?"

Yang Mei's expression changed drastically.

Yes, who can stop him?

unmanned.

Hongjun continued:

"Therefore, we need to prepare."

Yang Mei asked:

"What preparations?"

Hongjun gazed into the distance:

"To be in harmony with the Dao."

"By merging oneself with the Dao, one can borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao to restrain Kong Xuan."

Yang Mei gasped.

"You want to attain enlightenment?"

Hongjun nodded:

"Yes."

"This is my only way out."

"It is also the only path in the primordial world."

Yang Mei remained silent.

After a long silence, he nodded.

"In that case, we will help you."

Hongjun nodded:

Thank you.

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He was thinking about Hongjun's words.

"rule."

"No fighting without cause is permitted."

"Although Zhulong committed the offense, no casualties were reported."

"Killing him would be against the rules."

Kong Xuan smiled slightly.

Hongjun, truly worthy of being called Hongjun.

They dared to speak the rules in front of him.

They dared to plead for Zhulong.

They dared to say something like, "Killing him is against the rules."

They have guts.

Intelligent.

They are responsible.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked south.

That's the direction of Zixiao Mountain.

"Hongjun, oh Hongjun."

"If you can truly attain the Dao, that will be your skill."

"If you can't get along, that's your fate."

"I won't help you, nor will I stop you."

"Go by yourself."

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and continued to regulate his breathing.

He didn't want to meddle in matters of the primordial era.

The rules have been established, and there are people to enforce them.

Let them play the rest on their own.

He only needs to watch.

Anyone who crosses the line will be attacked.

Once the line is crossed, it is no longer a concern.

It's that simple.

Southern Xinjiang.

Undead volcano.

Yuan Feng stood atop the volcano, gazing northward.

She heard the news that Zhulong had been deposed.

His expression was calm.

Expected.

That son never disappoints.

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

"Ancestor, is Kong Xuan really your son?"

Yuan Feng nodded:

"Yes."

The elder took a deep breath:

"The Phoenix Clan..."

Yuan Feng raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't take advantage of his power."

"He is him, and the Phoenix Clan is the Phoenix Clan."

"His willingness to help is a favor."

"It's his right not to help."

"The Phoenix Clan cannot rely on him."

The elder bowed his head:

"Yes, ma'am."

Yuan Feng turned around and looked into the distance.

In my heart silently:

"My child, your mother doesn't need you."

"But your mother is proud of you."

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed it.

Hongjun was preparing to attain enlightenment.

To unite oneself with the Dao and borrow the power of the Dao.

This road is difficult.

It's so difficult that it's almost impossible to survive.

If successful, one will become a representative of Heaven's will.

He rules over the primordial world and is the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.

Kong Xuan gazed into the distance, his eyes calm.

"Hongjun, go your own way."

I'll go my own way.

"If one day you block my way."

"I will destroy even the Heavenly Dao."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The cave returned to silence.

......

The news that Hongjun was about to merge with the Dao spread like wildfire.

The primordial chaos trembled.

In harmony with the Dao.

To unite oneself with the Dao.

That's something countless cultivators wouldn't even dare to dream of.

What is the Way of Heaven?

It is the will of heaven and earth, the embodiment of rules, and the source of all laws.

To be in harmony with the Dao is to merge with the Dao of Heaven.

From then on, Hongjun was the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao was Hongjun.

Zixiao Mountain.

Come from all directions.

Countless powerful beings gathered here, eager to witness the magnificent scene of achieving the Dao.

Zu Long arrived, standing at the foot of the mountain, his expression complex.

Yuan Feng arrived, standing on the mountainside, her gaze calm.

The First Qilin arrived, sitting silently on one side of the mountain peak.

Rahu also arrived.

His black robe was tattered, and he appeared listless.

But he still came.

He wanted to see what Hongjun relied on to achieve Dao.

He wanted to see what the Way of Heaven really was.

He wanted to see if that person would come.

Kong Xuan.

The mountaintop.

On the stone platform.

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

He closed his eyes, his face calm.

His aura was as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

Mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

In the past three hundred years, he has taken another step forward.

Yangmei Daoist stood on the left, Yin Yang Daoist stood on the right, and Qiankun Laozu stood behind them.

The three men looked grave.

Success or failure hinges on this moment.

Hongjun opened his eyes and looked in all directions.

"Fellow Daoists, today I, Hongjun, have merged with the Dao."

"If successful, he will be the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven."

"If we are defeated, we will die and our spiritual path will be extinguished."

"Whether I succeed or fail, it's my fate."

"There is no need for regret or celebration."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

His divine sense reached out and soared straight into the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Dark clouds surged and lightning flashed.

The will of Heaven has arrived.

A vast and powerful pressure descended from the heavens.

The powerful beings at the foot of the mountain all paled under the weight of the pressure.

Zu Long grunted and took three steps back.

Yuan Feng frowned and steadied herself.

The First Qilin remained motionless, its expression solemn.

Luo Hou trembled all over and almost knelt down.

He gritted his teeth and held on desperately.

The pressure from Heaven is too strong.

Even those as powerful as the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm must bow down.

Hongjun's divine consciousness collided with the Heavenly Dao.

boom!

A loud bang.

The heavens and earth trembled.

Hongjun's face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Heaven is resisting.

It doesn't want to merge with humans.

It is Heaven, it is the Way, it is the Rules.

It doesn't need a spokesperson.

Hongjun gritted his teeth and unleashed his full cultivation.

He unleashed the full power of a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Divine consciousness transformed into a sharp sword, piercing into the Heavenly Dao.

Heaven is enraged.

Lightning flashed like rain, pouring down.

Each bolt of lightning was enough to annihilate a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Hongjun raised his hand and took the thunder head-on.

One, two, three.

Ten paths, a hundred paths, a thousand paths.

His body began to crack, and blood splattered everywhere.

But he didn't back down.

No refunds.

To retreat means certain death.

Master Yangmei's expression changed drastically:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"

He wanted to help, but dared not.

This is Hongjun's tribulation; interference from others will only make things worse.

The Yin-Yang Taoist gritted his teeth:

Hang in there!

The Ancestor of Heaven and Earth clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zu Long watched this scene with a complex expression.

"Hongjun, if you can truly attain the Dao, my Dragon Clan will submit to you."

Yuan Feng didn't speak, she just stared at the sky.

She was thinking of Kong Xuan.

Will that son come?

The First Qilin said in a deep voice:

"If Hongjun succeeds, he will be the supreme ruler of the Three Realms."

"The格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both the overall structure and the overall situation) of the primordial world is about to

Luo Hou gazed at the sky, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

If Hongjun succeeds, he will never have a chance to turn his life around.

But he dared not move.

Because that person is there.

That person said that Hongjun would win.

That person never made a mistake.

in the sky.

The thunder grew increasingly dense.

The power of Heaven's Way is growing stronger and stronger.

Hongjun's physical body was riddled with holes.

Blood stained the gray robe.

But his gaze remained firm.

"I, Hongjun, have cultivated for countless years, rising from a mortal to a Primordial Golden Immortal."

"Today, I will see just how powerful the Heavenly Dao truly is!"

He roared to the sky, his divine sense surging.

boom!

An invisible barrier shattered with a deafening roar.

Hongjun's divine consciousness merged with the Heavenly Dao.

The lightning dissipated in the sky.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight shone through.

An unprecedented aura erupted from Hongjun.

Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm.

more than.

It is half a step into the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun opened his eyes, his vision clear.

He stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked around calmly.

"From this day forward, I shall be the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven."

The sound was not loud, yet it resounded throughout the vast wilderness.

Countless living beings bowed their heads in unison.

The First Emperor bowed his head:

"Greetings to the Dao Ancestor."

Yuan Feng lowered her head:

"Greetings to the Dao Ancestor."

The First Qilin bowed its head:

"Greetings to the Dao Ancestor."

Rahu gritted his teeth, but finally bowed his head:

"Greetings to the Dao Ancestor."

All the powerful beings from all directions knelt in worship.

Hongjun stood atop the mountain, overlooking all living beings.

His expression remained calm and undisturbed.

He did it.

To unite oneself with the Dao and become the spokesperson for the Dao.

From then on, he became the supreme ruler of the Three Realms.

But he didn't laugh.

Because he was waiting for someone.

Wait for that person to speak.

waited for so long.

That person did not appear.

He didn't say anything.

Hongjun sighed softly.

"Thank you, senior."

He faced north and bowed deeply into the distance.

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

The powerful figures from all directions all paled.

senior?

Hongjun is already the Dao Ancestor, the Supreme Being of the Three Realms.

Who else should he call senior?