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

Kong Xuan stepped into Biyou Palace.

The Master of Heaven sat on a futon, looking at him.

His gaze was deep and scrutinizing.

"A breakthrough?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

"Early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal."

Tongtian asked, "Has the Light of Chaos been created?"

Kong Xuan raised his hand.

Colorless light condensed in the palm of his hand.

It's very light and very pure.

It seems to exist, yet it is also omnipresent.

Tongtian stared at the ball of light, his expression changing slightly.

"The aura of Pangu."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long silence, Tongtian finally spoke: "Who exactly are you?"

Kong Xuan said, "Kong Xuan."

"The son of the Phoenix Clan".

Tongtian shook his head: "That's not right."

"It is impossible for a son of the Phoenix Clan to comprehend the origin of chaos."

"Who exactly are you?"

Kong Xuan looked at him calmly.

"I am Kong Xuan."

"Kong Xuan came from Jinji Ridge."

That's enough.

Tongtian remained silent.

He knew he wouldn't get an answer from asking.

Everyone has secrets.

Kong Xuan's secrets are deeper than those of ordinary people.

Tongtian waved his hand: "Never mind."

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask."

"Just remember what you promised me."

Kong Xuan nodded: "Guard Jin'ao Island for a hundred years."

"I remember."

Tongtian stood up, hands behind his back.

"I will not leave the island for at least a hundred years."

"My disciples will descend the mountain one after another to face the tribulations."

"Jin'ao Island is vulnerable and needs your protection."

"If a powerful enemy attacks, then you shall take action."

Kong Xuan asked, "What kind of formidable enemy?"

The passage reads: "The Sage."

Kong Xuan's expression remained unchanged.

"Even if a sage comes, I cannot stop him."

Tongtiandao said, "Even if we can't stop it, we must stop it."

"As long as we stall until I get out of quarantine, that's fine."

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good."

Tongtian nodded in satisfaction and took something out of his sleeve.

A token, entirely black.

The two characters engraved on it are: Jiejiao (截教).

"This is the token of the Jie Sect."

"With this token, one can mobilize the disciples of the Jie Sect."

"You can also take control of the defensive formation on Jin'ao Island."

Kong Xuan took the token and put it away.

Tongtiandao said, "Go."

"Although the sacred spring has dried up, it will recover after a hundred years."

"You are free to move around the island as you please, without feeling restricted."

Kong Xuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and withdrew from Biyou Palace.

Jin'ao Island is very large.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, there are fairy mountains and jade palaces.

Mythical birds and beasts can be seen everywhere.

Kong Xuan walked very slowly.

He walked along the coastline.

Watch the waves crash against the shore, watch the cranes soar.

Watch the clouds drift and the flowers bloom and fade.

It's very quiet.

It's much quieter than Jinji Ridge.

There were no war drums, no shouts of battle.

There were only the sounds of wind, water, and birdsong.

Kong Xuan got tired and sat down on a rock.

Looking at the distant sea, I felt very calm.

Everything in the illusion gradually faded away.

That blood and fire, that life and death.

Those burning moments, those breakthroughs.

They've all become memories.

But that memory is etched deep in my heart.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The sea breeze was salty and fishy, ​​blowing against my face.

It's true.

It's more real than anything in the illusion.

"This is what it means to be alive."

He opened his eyes and got up.

Walk back to the center of the island.

The sacred spring has dried up, and its source has dried up.

The spiritual energy by the spring remains strong.

Because the light of chaos is within him.

He does not need external spiritual energy; he is the source of spiritual energy himself.

Kong Xuan sat by the spring, cross-legged and with his eyes closed.

My mind sank into my body.

The light of chaos circulates in the meridians.

His cultivation at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm was as stable as a mountain.

But he knew that wasn't enough.

During the great eons, even sages will appear.

Even a Primordial Golden Immortal is nothing more than an ant.

It needs to be stronger.

In the illusion, he walked through chaos.

Knowing that above chaos, there is also primordial chaos.

Above the primordial chaos, there lies the boundless.

Layer upon layer, endlessly.

Now that I'm back in reality, those ideals still remain in my heart.

It only takes time to get back there.

"time."

"I have a hundred years."

For the next hundred years, we will guard Jin'ao Island.

I cannot leave, I cannot be distracted.

This is the only place where one can cultivate.

enough.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and began his cultivation.

The light of chaos flowed slowly within his body.

Unhurried and gentle, like a stream or a babbling brook.

His cultivation is improving.

It's slow, but very stable.

One day, three days, ten days.

Kong Xuan remained completely still.

This day.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

A young man approached, wearing a blue Taoist robe and with a handsome face.

Cultivation level: Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The young man walked to the spring, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Yunxiao, a disciple of the Jie Sect."

"I have come on my master's orders to invite my senior brother Kong Xuan to the banquet."

Kong Xuan asked, "What kind of banquet?"

Yunxiao said, "The Golden Turtle Banquet."

"Once a month, the disciples of the Jie Sect gather together."

"Discussing principles and exchanging ideas, drinking and chatting happily."

Kong Xuan thought for a moment and nodded.

"lead the way."

Yunxiao turned around and walked towards the center of the island.

Kong Xuan followed behind.

Passing through celestial mountains and pavilions, and walking past mythical birds and beasts.

We arrived at a grand hall.

Above the palace gate are three characters.

Juxian Hall.

The palace doors were open, and the inside was already full of people.

Dozens of disciples of the Jie Sect, both men and women.

Their cultivation levels range from Golden Immortal to Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Upon seeing Kong Xuan enter, everyone stood up.

"Senior Brother Kong Xuan."

Kong Xuan nodded and sat in the empty seat.

Yunxiao sat down beside him and introduced, "This is Senior Brother Zhao Gongming."

"This is the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao."

"This is Senior Brother Duobao."

Kong Xuan clasped his hands in greeting, and everyone returned the gesture.

The banquet begins.

The wine is divine brew, and the dishes are divine ingredients.

It tasted good, but Kong Xuan didn't eat much.

He's watching.

Look at these disciples of the Jie Sect.

Some of them are bold and unrestrained, while others are reserved.

Some were enthusiastic, some were indifferent.

But they all have one thing in common.

They value relationships and loyalty.

In the illusion, he heard about the Jie Sect.

Education should be provided to all without discrimination, and all immortals will come to pay homage.

The disciples are as close as brothers.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it's indeed true.

Zhao Gongming raised his cup: "Brother Kong Xuan, I toast you."

Kong Xuan raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Gongming asked, "I heard that my senior brother has advanced his supernatural powers?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

Zhao Gongming asked, "What kind of supernatural power?"

Kong Xuandao: "The light of chaos."

Everyone's expression changed.

Light of Chaos?

That is the power of the origin of chaos.

Even sages might not be able to master it.

Zhao Gongming gasped.

"Senior brother is indeed extraordinary."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Daoist Duobao spoke up: "Senior Brother Kong Xuan, would you be willing to exchange a few blows?"

Kong Xuan looked at him.

Duobao Daoren was the chief disciple of the Jie Sect.

Cultivation level: Peak of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

He is three minor realms higher than him.

Kong Xuan nodded: "Okay."

The two got up and walked out of the Juxian Hall.

Standing in the void, facing each other.

The crowd followed and gathered around.

Daoist Duobao clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior brother, please forgive me."

He struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was like thunder, possessing the power of a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

As solid as a mountain.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

Raise your hand, and the light of chaos gathers in your palm.

He met it with a palm strike.

The two palms collided.

boom!

The void trembled, and the sea surged.

Daoist Duobao took three steps back, his expression changing slightly.

Kong Xuan took a step back, his expression unchanged.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

He was at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, yet he fought against the peak of the realm.

Instead of retreating, they advanced.

What kind of combat power is this?

Daoist Duobao looked at Kong Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Senior brother's Chaos Light is indeed powerful."

"I lost."

Kong Xuan shook his head: "I didn't lose."

"A draw."

Daoist Duobao smiled.

"Senior brother is being modest."

The two returned to the hall and continued their banquet.

The atmosphere became even more lively.

The disciples all came forward to offer their toasts.

Kong Xuan responded to each point.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Zhao Gongming put down his wine cup and said seriously, "Senior Brother Kong Xuan, there's something I want to tell you."

Kong Xuandao: "Speak."

Zhao Gongming said, "The great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods has begun."

"We disciples of the Jie Sect will be descending the mountain one after another to face the calamity."

"Some people may never come back."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Zhao Gongming said, "Senior brother's strength is extraordinary. If he encounters a disciple of my Jie Sect during the Great Tribulation..."

"I hope my senior brother can take care of me."

Kong Xuan nodded: "Okay."

"If I can help, I definitely will."

Zhao Gongming clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you."

The banquet ended.

Kong Xuan walked out of the Juxian Hall and stood by the sea.

The sea breeze was strong, making my black robe flutter in the wind.

He gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

Disciples of the Jie Sect value loyalty and righteousness.

Of all the calamities, those based on affection and loyalty are the most damaging.

In the illusion, he witnessed the War of the Gods.

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect died or were injured.

Zhao Gongming is dead, and the Three Immortals are dead.

Duobao was captured, and Jinling was captured.

All the immortals came to pay homage, but all dispersed in a single day.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

"If I can help, I will."

He turned around and walked back to the spring.

He sat cross-legged by the spring, with his eyes closed.

Continue your spiritual practice.

The light of chaos flowed within his body.

His cultivation is improving.

It's slow, but very stable.

That sitting position lasted for ten years.

For ten years, Kong Xuan did not leave Jin'ao Island.

He sits by the sacred spring every day, practicing his spiritual cultivation without ceasing.

His cultivation level has progressed from the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal to the middle stage.

The light of chaos has become even stronger.

Over the course of ten years, disciples of the Jie Sect gradually descended the mountain.

Zhao Gongming is gone, and the Three Immortals are gone.

Duobao is gone, Jinling is gone.

One by one, they left Jin'ao Island and headed to the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods.

Kong Xuan escorted them to the seaside.

Zhao Gongming clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Senior brother, take care."

Kong Xuan nodded: "You too."

Zhao Gongming turned around and flew away.

Kong Xuan watched his retreating figure, a sense of unease rising within him.

In the illusion, Zhao Gongming died a terrible death.

He was killed by Lu Ya's Seven Arrows Book of Nails.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Kong Xuan clenched his fist.

"If you can stop it, then stop it."

He turned around and walked back to the spring.

Continue your spiritual practice.

Another ten years have passed.

This day.

Yunxiao has arrived.

He wore a blue Taoist robe and looked haggard.

She stood by the spring, gazing at Kong Xuan.

"Senior Brother Kong Xuan, something has happened."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes: "What is it?"

Yunxiao said, "Senior Brother Zhao Gongming was killed by Lu Ya."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

really.

Everything that happened in the illusion still occurred.

Yunxiao's eyes reddened slightly: "My senior brother died a terrible death."

"He was cursed to death by the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, and his soul was scattered."

Kong Xuan asked, "What about the Three Immortal Maidens?"

Yunxiao said, "My three elder sisters will go down the mountain to avenge our senior brother."

"They set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, trapping the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect."

"But the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself intervened and broke the formation."

"My three older sisters were also killed."

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect died or were injured.

The War of the Gods was a bloodbath.

Yunxiao knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Senior Brother Kong Xuan, I want revenge."

"But I can't beat a saint."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Don't go."

"Going there would be suicide."

Yunxiao shook his head: "But I'm not willing to accept this."

Kong Xuan said, "Even if you're unwilling, you must endure it."

"Going now would just be throwing your life away."

"Only by staying alive can you have a chance."

Yunxiao remained silent.

After a long while, he got up.

"Senior brother is right."

"I'll endure it."

She turned and left.

Kong Xuan watched her retreating figure, his heart heavy.

The calamity is merciless.

Even saints are heartless.

For the sake of the Investiture of the Gods, they did not hesitate to kill all the disciples of the Jie Sect.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

not enough.

It's not strong enough.

We need to be stronger.

Strong enough to protect those you want to protect.

Another ten years have passed since then.

Thirty years have passed.

Kong Xuan's cultivation level has advanced from the mid-stage of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm to the late-stage.

The light of chaos has become even stronger.

But he knew that wasn't enough.

Below the sage, all are ants.

A late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal, standing before a sage.

It's still just a matter of one slap.

A breakthrough is needed.

Breakthrough to Quasi-Saint.

Breakthrough to the level of a sage.

But there isn't enough time.

The great calamity continues.

The disciples of the Jie Sect are still dying.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and stood up.

He walked out of the Lingquan spring and headed towards Biyou Palace.

Inside Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat on a futon.

His face was gloomy.

He knew about the deaths of the disciples of the Jie Sect.

But he couldn't make a move.

Because if he makes a move, Laozi and Yuanshi will also make a move.

Even the two Western saints would get involved.

With four saints against one saint, he is bound to lose.

Tongtiandao asked, "What are you doing here?"

Kong Xuandao said, "I want to go down the mountain."

Tongtian was taken aback: "Go down the mountain?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Let's go to the Investiture of the Gods battlefield."

"Save those who can be saved."

Tongtian remained silent.

After a long silence, he spoke: "Do you know what going down the mountain means?"

Kong Xuandao: "I know."

"I might die."

Tongtian asked, "Then we still need to go?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Go."

"I promised Zhao Gongming that I would take care of the disciples of the Jie Sect."

"We cannot break our promise."

Tongtian looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You are more like my disciple than my disciple is."

He took something out of his sleeve.

A sword, entirely black.

Two characters are engraved on the blade.

Zhu Xian.

Tongtian handed over the sword: "The Immortal Execution Sword, you may borrow it."

Kong Xuan took the sword; it felt heavy in his hand.

The sword's aura was chilling, and its killing intent surged like a tide.

Thank you.

Tongtian waved his hand: "Go."

"If you can't win, run away."

"Only by staying alive can you have a chance."

Kong Xuan nodded, turned around and walked out of Biyou Palace.

Holding the Immortal-Slaying Sword, he flew away from Golden Turtle Island.

It flew towards the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods.

The sea breeze whistled in my ears, and my dark robe fluttered in the wind.

Kong Xuan's expression was calm, and his gaze was firm.

This time, he will save those he can save.

Stop what can be stopped.

Even when facing a saint.

They won't refund it.

Because within the illusion, he never retreated.

Nor will it be now.

......

Kong Xuan flew out of Jin'ao Island with his sword in hand.

The sea breeze howled, and his dark robe fluttered in the wind.

With the Zhuxian Sword in hand, its blade was as black as ink.

The sword's aura was chilling, and its killing intent surged like a tide.

He flies very fast.

It's not that I'm afraid I won't make it.

They were afraid that if they arrived too late, the person would already be dead.

The battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods, Jiameng Pass.

There is fighting here.

The Shang army defended the pass, while the Xiqi army attacked the city.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.

Kong Xuan landed on the city wall and stood with his hands behind his back.

When the soldiers of the Shang army saw him arrive, they all knelt down.

"General!"

Kong Xuan nodded and looked down at the pass.

The Xiqi army surged in like a tidal wave.

Flags fluttered like a forest, and war drums thundered like lightning.

Several figures stood at the front of the army.

He possessed an air of otherworldly grace and an aura as deep as the abyss.

Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.

Kong Xuan recognized several of them.

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Yu Ding Zhenren.

They were all at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

He's a whole level above him.

In the past, Kong Xuan would have hesitated.

But now, he is not afraid.

Because the Light of Chaos is in hand.

Because the Immortal Execution Sword was nearby.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and chaotic light condensed in his palm.

Colorless and transparent.

It seems to exist, yet it is also omnipresent.

He struck out with his palm.

The light, like a bolt of lightning, crashed down upon the pass.

boom!

The earth trembled, and dust flew everywhere.

The Xiqi army was breached.

Hundreds of people collapsed to the ground, their fate unknown.

The Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect's expression changed drastically.