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

Kong Xuan got up and walked down the mountain.

They walked very fast.

Chentang Pass, Nezha.

His opportunity.

Kong Xuan leaped into the air and flew towards Chentang Pass.

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

He unleashed his full power, utilizing his late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation.

It was extremely fast, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

One day later.

Kong Xuan landed in front of the city gate of Chentang Pass.

The city gates were tightly shut, and the atmosphere was tense.

Soldiers stood on the city wall.

Holding a long spear, his face was solemn.

Kong Xuan frowned.

problem occurs.

He leaped onto the city wall and landed on its top.

The soldiers were startled: "Who is it?"

Kong Xuan said: "Kong Xuan, commander-in-chief of the Shang army."

The soldiers' expressions changed drastically.

Kong Xuan ignored him and looked down at the city.

Chaos reigned in the city.

The people ran away crying and wailing, and houses collapsed.

In the city center, there was a figure.

She looked about seven or eight years old and had her hair in a bun.

Wearing a red bellyband and holding a Qiankun ring.

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He rode on wheels of fire, his body covered in wounds.

Nezha.

There was a person standing opposite him.

White robes, white hair, and a cold, gloomy face.

Holding a whisk, his aura was as deep as an abyss.

Shen Gongbao.

No, it's not Shen Gongbao.

It is an incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Kong Xuan's expression changed drastically.

As the Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "Sages do not intervene."

However, since he used a clone to attack, it didn't count as breaking his promise.

Even a clone possesses the power of a saint.

How could Nezha, a mere child, possibly stop him?

Kong Xuan leaped down and landed in front of Nezha.

With the Immortal Execution Sword in hand, the light of chaos flows.

He gazed calmly at the avatar of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

"Sage, you have broken your promise."

The clone said calmly, "I didn't make a move."

"It's just a clone."

"It doesn't count as a violation."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He knew that saying anything would be useless.

Even a saint has pride, but he also wants to win.

By having two people act simultaneously, both face and substance were preserved.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and the Zhuxian Sword pointed at his clone.

"Then let's fight."

The clone stared at him with icy eyes.

"A late-stage Quasi-Saint dares to fight me?"

Kong Xuandao said, "Let's give it a try."

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and the Zhuxian Sword pointed at his clone.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and chaotic light flowed around it.

The clone stared at him with icy eyes.

"A late-stage Quasi-Saint dares to fight me?"

Kong Xuandao said, "Let's give it a try."

Before he finished speaking, a sword was slashed out.

The sword energy was as black as ink, as dark as night.

Chaotic light was injected into the sword, causing its sword energy to surge threefold.

The clone raised its hand and waved it gently.

The whisk is gently swayed, like a spring breeze caressing the face.

The sword energy clashed with the whisk.

silent.

The sword energy dissipated.

It's as if it never existed.

Kong Xuan's expression remained unchanged.

He knew that this sword could not harm the saint.

Even if it's just a clone.

But what he wanted was not to injure the enemy.

It's procrastination.

They delayed until Nezha escaped.

It was delayed until a turning point appeared.

Kong Xuan turned around and whispered, "Let's go."

Nezha was taken aback: "I'm not leaving."

Kong Xuandao said, "If we don't leave, we'll die."

Nezha said, "I'd rather die than leave."

He held the Qiankun Ring and stood beside Kong Xuan.

The red bib fluttered in the wind, her gaze resolute.

Kong Xuan looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Nezha said, "I'm afraid."

"But I'm even more afraid of deserting."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long pause, he nodded.

"Then let's fight together."

The clone looked at the two and said indifferently, "Two ants."

He struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was like the sky collapsing, pressing down on the two of them.

Kong Xuan gritted his teeth and unleashed the full power of the Chaos Light.

The Immortal Execution Sword was held horizontally in front of him, its blade trembling.

When Nezha threw out the Universe Ring, it shone with golden light like the sun.

The two of them used their combined strength to meet that palm strike.

boom!!!

The earth cracked and houses collapsed.

Kong Xuan was sent flying backward and crashed into the ruins.

He coughed up blood and had three broken ribs.

Nezha also fell out, covered in injuries.

But he got up.

Kong Xuan also got up.

The two stood side by side, gazing at the clone.

The clone's expression changed slightly.

"Two ants, you think you can survive one of my blows?"

Kong Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Again."

The clone's expression darkened, and he raised his hand again.

This palm strike used half of his strength.

It's stronger than before.

Kong Xuan sensed it.

If that palm strike lands, both he and Nezha will die.

But he cannot back down.

If he retreats, Nezha will die.

The opportunity was lost when I withdrew.

If I withdraw, there is no hope of becoming a saint.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

My mind sank into my body.

The light of chaos flowed wildly through the meridians.

He is burning.

Burn your cultivation, burn your bloodline, burn everything.

To gain power.

Late stage of Quasi-Saint, peak.

Half-step Quasi-Saint.

boom!

Quasi-Saint!

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, his vision clear.

His cultivation level progressed from the late stage of Quasi-Saint to Quasi-Saint.

A whole new realm.

The clone's palm strike had already reached him.

Kong Xuan raised his hand and slashed out with his sword.

The sword energy was as black as ink, as dark as night.

It's ten times better than before.

The sword energy collided with the palm wind.

boom!!!

The heavens and earth trembled, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The clone took a step back, its expression slightly changing.

Kong Xuan staggered back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But he blocked it.

Nezha's eyes widened: "You broke through?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Mm."

The clone stared at him, its gaze complex.

"You're the first to break through in the face of battle."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He raised his sword and pointed it at his clone.

"Should we continue?"

The clone remained silent.

After a long while, he stopped.

"I'll spare your life today."

"Next time, I won't show any mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clone vanished.

They turned into specks of light and drifted in the air.

Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his clone.

Chentang Pass has returned to peace.

Kong Xuan sheathed his sword and turned to look at Nezha.

Are you alright?

Nezha shook his head: "It's nothing."

He looked at Kong Xuan with a complicated expression.

Why did you save me?

Kong Xuandao said, "Because you need to live."

Nezha asked, "Why?"

Kong Xuandao said, "Because your fate is my opportunity."

"Only if you live can I become a saint."

Nezha didn't understand, but he stopped asking.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked towards the city gate.

Nezha shouted, "Where are you going?"

Kong Xuandao: "Golden Rooster Ridge".

"That's my battlefield."

"The great calamity is not over yet, I cannot leave."

Nezha caught up with him: "I'll go with you."

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Nezha said, "I'm afraid."

"But I'm even more afraid of being bored."

"Chen Tang Pass is too stuffy."

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, let's go together."

The two took flight and flew towards Golden Rooster Ridge.

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

Nezha followed beside him, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels.

The red bib fluttered in the wind, her eyebrows dancing with joy.

"Kong Xuan, how old are you?"

Kong Xuandao: "I forgot."

Nezha pouted: "Forgot? You're lying."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Nezha then asked, "What will you do after you become a saint?"

Kong Xuan thought for a moment: "Drink the soup."

Nezha was taken aback: "Soup? What kind of soup?"

Kong Xuandao: "The soup my mother made."

Nezha remained silent.

After a long silence, he spoke up: "I want to drink too."

Kong Xuan said, "I will take you there after the Great Tribulation ends."

Nezha smiled: "It's a deal."

Kong Xuan nodded: "It's a deal."

The two flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, and over vast oceans and changing fields.

Back to Jinji Ridge.

The Shang army camp is still there, and the soldiers are still there.

Upon seeing Kong Xuan return, they all knelt down.

"General!"

Kong Xuan nodded and went into the tent.

Sit in the main seat, close your eyes and regulate your breathing.

His cultivation at the early stage of Quasi-Saint circulated within his body.

Powerful, and stable.

Nezha stood to one side, looking around.

"This is Jinji Ridge? It's not that great."

Yunxiao glared at him: "What does a child know?"

Nezha pouted: "I'm not a child."

Yunxiao said, "You're only seven or eight years old."

Nezha said, "I have lived for three years."

The clouds remained silent.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked outside the tent.

It was getting late, and the stars were twinkling.

The lights in the Xiqi camp were much fewer than before.

Most of the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have left.

Yuanshi Tianzun also returned to Kunlun.

The eighteen-year agreement has fifteen years left.

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the tent.

Standing atop the mountain, hands behind his back.

His black robes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair danced in the air.

Nezha rode on his Wind Fire Wheels and flew to his side.

"Kong Xuan, what are you thinking about?"

Kong Xuandao said, "I'm thinking about becoming a saint."

Nezha asked, "What's missing?"

Kong Xuandao said, "We're still missing a catalyst."

Nezha asked, "What was the trigger?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "I don't know."

"The old man of heavenly secrets said, 'Your fate is my opportunity.'"

"Only if you live do I have a chance."

Nezha scratched his head: "How come I didn't know?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He looked up and gazed into the distance.

The stars twinkled, and the night was as dark as ink.

fifteen years.

Fifteen years to go.

He must become a saint.

Otherwise, everything will come to an end.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked back into the tent.

Sit in the main seat and close your eyes to meditate.

The light of chaos flowed within his body.

His cultivation is improving.

It's slow, but very stable.

Nezha sat to the side, idly tossing the Qiankun Ring around.

Yunxiao stood guard outside the tent, not allowing anyone to disturb him.

One day, ten days, one month.

Kong Xuan did not move.

The chaotic light flowed within his body, and his cultivation steadily improved.

Early and middle stages of Quasi-Saint.

One year, from the initial stage to the middle stage.

But he is still a long way from becoming a saint.

This day.

A scout reported: "General, there is unusual activity in Xiqi."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes: "What's going on?"

The scout reported, "Jiang Ziya is mobilizing troops."

"It seems they're going to attack the mountain."

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the tent.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing into the distance.

The Xiqi camp was ablaze with banners.

The army is assembling, and the war drums are beating.

Kong Xuan remained calm.

"They're going to fight again."

Nezha flew to his side, holding the Universe Ring.

"Fight if you want, what's there to be afraid of?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "It's not that I'm afraid."

"It's annoying."

"When will this fighting ever end?"

Nezha remained silent.

He knew that Kong Xuan was right.

Calamities are merciless, and wars are ruthless.

In the end, all those fighting resulted in the deaths of innocent people.

But what can we do?

Such is the will of Heaven; who can defy it?

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

"If we're going to fight, then let's fight."

"Beat them until they dare not come."

"Fight until the Great Calamity ends."

"Fight until you become a saint."

He leaped down and landed in front of the formation.

Holding the Immortal Execution Sword, his black robes fluttered in the wind.

Nezha followed behind, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels.

The Shang army soldiers lined up in battle formation, and the war drums sounded.

The Xiqi army has arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Ziya stood at the front of the battle, holding the God-Slaying Whip.

Behind him stood the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable is not here.

The saint kept his promise and did not come.

Kong Xuan looked at Jiang Ziya with a calm expression.

"Jiang Ziya, are you going to attack the mountain again?"

Jiang Ziya nodded: "The will of Heaven is difficult to defy."

Kong Xuan said, "Then let's fight."

He unleashed a sword strike.

The sword energy was as black as ink, as dark as night.

Chaotic light flowed into the sword, and its sword energy surged like a dragon.

Jiang Ziya's expression changed drastically, and he raised his whip to defend himself.

boom!

Jiang Ziya was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

The twelve Golden Immortals all made their move.

Twelve attacks were launched at Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

The chaotic light protected his body as he swept the Immortal Execution Sword horizontally.

The sword light collided with the twelve attacks.

boom!!!

The earth trembled and the mountains crumbled.

Kong Xuan staggered back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The twelve Golden Immortals each took a step back, their faces pale.

Nezha has made his move.

The Qiankun Ring was thrown out, its golden light shining like the sun.

It was smashed towards Guang Chengzi.

Guang Chengzi raised his treasure to defend himself, but with a loud bang, he was forced to retreat several steps.

Nezha took back the Universe Ring and laughed heartily.

"That was great! Let's do it again!"

He rode on his fiery wheels and charged into the enemy ranks.

The Universe Ring smashed wildly, and the Chaos Ribbon danced erratically.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were actually entangled by him.

Kong Xuan seized the opportunity and slashed at Jiang Ziya with his sword.

Jiang Ziya was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the sword energy.

It flew backwards and crashed to the ground.

He lost his grip on the God-Slaying Whip and coughed up blood.

Kong Xuan sheathed his sword and stood still.

"Should we continue?"

Jiang Ziya got up, his face pale.

"retreat!"

The Xiqi army retreated.

The Twelve Golden Immortals also withdrew.

Jinji Ridge has returned to peace.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked back into the tent.

Sit in the main seat, close your eyes and regulate your breathing.

Nezha followed in and sat down to one side.

"Kong Xuan, are you badly injured?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "It's not heavy."

"External injury".

Nezha nodded and said nothing more.

Yunxiao brought tea and handed it to the two of them.

Kong Xuan took it and drank a sip.

Tea is bitter, but it's very refreshing.

He put down his teacup, closed his eyes, and continued his meditation.

The light of chaos flowed within his body.

His cultivation is improving.

It's slow, but very stable.

Nezha looked at him, a sense of respect welling up in his heart.

This person is striving to become a saint.

To protect those I want to protect.

At all costs.

They trained desperately and fought desperately.

Never back down, never give up.

Nezha gripped the Universe Ring tightly.

"I want to become stronger too."

"Strong enough to protect those you want to protect."

He closed his eyes and began his practice.

Jinji Ridge, night has fallen.

The stars twinkled, and the mountain wind howled.

Kong Xuan sat motionless in the tent.

Nezha sat to the side, his breathing deep and even.

Yunxiao stood guard outside the tent, gazing into the distance.

The lights in the Xiqi camp gradually went out.

Everything is asleep.

Only Kong Xuan is still practicing cultivation.

In order to become a saint.

For that bowl of soup.

For Xiaobai.

For my mother.

He won't stop.

can't stop.

The night wind swept across Jinji Ridge, stirring up dust.

In the distance, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A new day is about to begin.

......

Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

Footsteps could be heard outside the tent.

Very light, very fast.

The scout knelt outside the tent: "General, Xiqi has come again."

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the tent.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing into the distance.

The Xiqi camp was ablaze with banners.

The army was arrayed, and the war drums sounded.

At the front of the battle line stood a man.

It's not Jiang Ziya, nor is it one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

He was a stranger.

He looked middle-aged with a square face.

He was dressed in a gray robe and held a bamboo cane.

Its aura was unfathomable.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

He is two minor realms higher than Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan looked at the man with a calm expression.

"Who are you?"

The gray-robed man said, "A rogue cultivator, nameless."

"Let's demand an explanation for Xiqi."

Kong Xuan asked, "What do you mean?"

The gray-robed man said, "You have defied destiny."

"Fate cannot be defied; you should step down."

Kong Xuandao: "I will not retreat."

The man in the gray robe nodded: "Then let's fight."

He struck out with his staff.

The bamboo staff, shaped like a dragon, struck Kong Xuan's chest.

The pressure has already arrived before the winds of change blow.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

The Immortal Execution Sword was drawn, and a single strike was delivered.

The sword energy clashed with the staff wind.

boom!

Kong Xuan took three steps back, his arm going numb.

The man in the gray robe remained motionless, his expression unchanged.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint, able to withstand one strike from my staff."

"good."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Chaotic light flowed into the sword, causing its sword energy to surge.

Another sword strike was unleashed.

This sword strike was delivered with full force.

The gray-robed man's expression changed slightly, and he raised his staff to defend himself.

boom!

The two men each took three steps back.

The man in the gray robe looked at Kong Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Your combat strength is no less than that of a peak Quasi-Saint."

Kong Xuandao: "That's not enough."

The man in the gray robe nodded: "Indeed, it's not enough."

"Because with the next blow, you will die."

He raised his hand, holding the bamboo cane high.

The staff trembled, and spiritual energy surged forth.

This strike was delivered with all my might.

Kong Xuan sensed it.

If that staff were to fall, he would surely die.

But he didn't back down.

The Immortal Execution Sword was held horizontally in front of him, and the light of chaos protected his body.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

The gray-robed man pointed with his staff.

The staff, wielded with the force of thunder, pressed down upon Kong Xuan.

suddenly.

A golden light flew in from afar.

It landed in front of Kong Xuan, blocking the blow.