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

boom!

A burst of golden light erupted, and the gray-robed man staggered back three steps.

In the distance, a figure flew over.

He rides on wheels of fire and holds the Universe Ring in his hand.

Nezha.

He landed beside Kong Xuan and looked at the man in gray robes.

"Bullying the weak is shameless."

The gray-robed man's face darkened: "Child, get out of the way."

Nezha said, "No."

He threw out the Universe Ring, which struck the gray-robed man.

The gray-robed man raised his staff to block, and with a loud thud, he took a step back.

Nezha took back the Universe Ring and laughed heartily.

"Even a peak Quasi-Saint is nothing more than this."

The man in the gray robe had a livid face.

He pointed his staff at Nezha.

Kong Xuan slashed out with his sword, blocking the staff.

The two joined forces and fought against the gray-robed man.

Swords flashed and staffs whistled through the air.

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

They fought for dozens of rounds without a clear winner.

The man in the gray robe gradually became exhausted.

Kong Xuan fought with increasing ferocity, and the light of chaos flowed within his body.

Nezha grew more and more excited as he fought, smashing the Universe Ring with tremendous force.

The gray-robed man gritted his teeth and blasted the two men away with a single blow of his staff.

It turned around and flew away.

The Xiqi army also retreated.

Kong Xuan sheathed his sword and stood still.

He was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Nezha was also panting heavily, but his eyes were full of excitement.

"That feels great! A few more times and I'll be able to break through."

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 not having any fights to fight."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

This child is born warlike.

But he is also loyal and devoted to his friends.

If Nezha hadn't blocked that blow, it would have been fatal.

He is dead.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked back into the tent.

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

The light of chaos flowed within his body, and the consumed power slowly recovered.

Nezha followed in and sat down to one side.

"Kong Xuan, will that gray-robed man come again?"

Kong Xuandao: "Yes."

"Xiqi will not let this go easily."

Nezha asked, "Then what should we do?"

Kong Xuandao: "Hit."

"Beat them until they dare not come."

Nezha nodded: "Okay, I'll help you."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked at him.

Why did you help me?

Nezha thought for a moment and said, "Because you saved me."

"Because you said you'd take me to get some soup."

"Because you are a good person."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Good people.

Is he?

he does not know.

But he will not betray that trust.

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

An hour later, the energy was fully replenished.

He got up and walked out of the tent.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing into the distance.

The Xiqi camp was brightly lit.

The man in the gray robe is still there.

He wasn't the only one.

There are other people too.

Kong Xuan sensed it.

All three auras were very strong.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Three.

Including the gray-robed man, there were four.

Kong Xuan's expression remained unchanged.

So what if there are four?

He turned and walked back into the tent.

Nezha asked, "What's wrong?"

Kong Xuandao: "Four have arrived."

Nezha was taken aback: "Four?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

Nezha asked, "Can you win?"

Kong Xuandao: "We can't beat them."

Nezha asked, "Then what should we do?"

Kong Xuandao: "Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

He sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

Nezha stopped speaking and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Silent all night.

The next morning.

The war drums thundered, shaking the heavens and the earth.

At the foot of Jinji Ridge, the Xiqi army stood in formation.

Four people stood at the front of the formation.

The man in the gray robe was on the left, and the man in the green robe was on the right.

The man in black robes was in front, and the man in white robes was behind.

Four Quasi-Saints at their peak.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain, gazing at the four people.

His expression was calm.

Nezha stood beside him, holding the Universe Ring.

Yunxiao stood behind him, his expression solemn.

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

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

Let's come together.

The four men leaped into the air and surrounded Kong Xuan.

The gray-robed man spoke: "Kong Xuan, surrender."

"You alone can't beat the four of us."

Kong Xuandao: "Give it a try."

He unleashed a sword strike, its aura as dark as ink.

He slashed at the gray-robed man.

The gray-robed man raised his staff to block, and with a loud thud, he took a step back.

The other three attacked simultaneously.

Three attacks slammed into Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

Protected by the light of chaos, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword swept across.

The sword light collided with the three attacks.

boom!!!

The mountaintop exploded, sending debris flying everywhere.

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

The four men each took a step back, their expressions slightly changing.

Nezha has made his move.

The Qiankun Ring was thrown out and smashed towards the man in the green robe.

The man in the green robe raised his palm to block, and with a loud bang, he staggered back two steps.

Nezha retrieved the Universe Ring and smashed it at the man in black robes again.

The man in black robes dodged to the side and struck back with his palm.

Nezha neither dodged nor evaded, but took the blow head-on.

boom!

Nezha was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground.

But he got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Again!"

He rode on his fiery wheels and charged into the group of four.

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

The four of them were entangled by him.

Kong Xuan seized the opportunity and slashed at the gray-robed man with his sword.

The gray-robed man was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the sword energy.

It flew backwards and crashed to the ground.

He coughed up blood and couldn't get up.

The other three people's expressions changed drastically.

Kong Xuan swung his sword again, aiming at the man in the green robe.

The man in the green robe raised his palm to block, and with a loud bang, he staggered back several steps.

The men in black robes and the men in white robes attacked together.

Two attacks were launched at Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

The Chaos Light was activated at full power to withstand both attacks head-on.

boom!!!

Kong Xuan was sent flying backwards and crashed onto the mountainside.

He coughed up blood and had three broken ribs.

Nezha rushed over and helped him up.

"Kong Xuan, are you alright?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "It's nothing."

He got up, swaying unsteadily.

He was covered in blood, but his eyes were resolute.

Looking at the remaining three, his voice was hoarse.

"Again."

The three exchanged a glance, and each saw fear in the other's eyes.

This guy is invincible.

They can't be driven back.

The three turned and flew away.

The gray-robed man also got up and flew away.

The Xiqi army retreated.

Jinji Ridge has returned to peace.

Kong Xuan sheathed his sword and returned to his tent.

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

Nezha sat to the side, panting heavily.

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 to regulate his breathing.

The chaotic light flowed within his body, and his injuries slowly healed.

The bones have been set and the meridians have healed.

An hour later, his injuries had mostly healed.

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.

Of the four peak Quasi-Saints, two were injured.

They probably won't come back.

At least not in the short term.

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 flew to his side, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels.

"Kong Xuan, you've worked yourself to the bone again today."

Kong Xuandao: "If we don't fight, we'll die."

Nezha asked, "Aren't you tired of working so hard every time?"

Kong Xuandao: "Tired."

"Even if it's tiring, we have to keep going."

"Because someone is waiting for me."

Nezha remained silent.

After a long silence, she spoke: "When I grow up, I want to be like you."

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Work as hard as I do?"

Nezha nodded: "Like me, protect those you want to protect."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He looked up and gazed into the distance.

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

The path to sainthood is still long.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Step by step, we will eventually reach our destination.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

The light of chaos was flowing, and cultivation was progressing.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint, peak.

It's just one step away from the later stages.

Although he was wounded in this battle.

The harvest can be great.

Between life and death, one's cultivation progresses the fastest.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked at Nezha.

"You were injured today too, go and recuperate."

Nezha nodded and flew back to his tent.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain and continued his spiritual practice.

The wind blew up from the foot of the mountain, carrying the scent of earth.

It's true.

Everything in the illusion is more real than anything else.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

The memories from 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.

Let him know which way to go.

Let him know who he should protect.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes; the sky was already turning white.

The night passed.

He turned and walked back into the tent.

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

A new day is about to begin.

Xiqi will come again.

The enemy will come again.

The great calamity will continue.

But he wasn't afraid.

Because he was there.

Because Nezha was there.

Because the people who need protection are still here.

Kong Xuan smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

The chaotic light flowed within his body like a stream or a babbling brook.

Take your time, at a leisurely pace.

The path to sainthood is still long.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Take your time.

We'll get there eventually.

......

The morning mist at Jinji Ridge was very heavy.

Kong Xuan sat in the tent, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

The light of chaos flowed slowly within his body, like a stream or a gentle brook.

His cultivation at the mid-stage Quasi-Saint level was as solid as a mountain, only a hair's breadth away from the late stage.

But he could never cross that line.

Nezha walked in from outside the tent, holding a steamed bun in his hand, his mouth full of crumbs.

"Kong Xuan, another person has arrived from Xiqi."

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

Nezha said, "An old man with a white beard, leaning on a cane, said he's here to have tea with you."

Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Invite him for tea?

He got up and walked out of the tent.

At the foot of Jinji Ridge, in the direction of the Xiqi camp, stood an old man.

With white hair and beard, and a ruddy complexion.

Dressed in a gray robe and holding a bamboo staff, his aura was unfathomable.

He is stronger than the previous four peak Quasi-Saints.

Half a saint.

Kong Xuan remained expressionless and leaped down.

He landed in front of the old man and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you?"

The old man smiled slightly: "I am an unknown person, just an idle man."

Kong Xuandao: "What do you want with a nobody like me?"

The old man said, "I've come to advise you."

"What advice did you give me?"

I advise you to back out.

Kong Xuan shook his head: "I won't back down."

The old man sighed: "Kong Xuan, do you realize that you are going against the will of Heaven?"

Kong Xuandao: "I know."

"Knowing why you should do it, why do it at all?"

"Because some things are more important than the sky."

The old man looked at him with a complicated expression.

"What is it?"

"Home."

The old man remained silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "For the sake of family, you can give up everything?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Yes."

The old man stared at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, he took out a teapot and two teacups from his sleeve.

He poured two cups of tea, handing one to Kong Xuan.

"Have some tea."

Kong Xuan took it and drank a sip.

The tea is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet.

The old man also took a sip and put down his teacup.

"Kong Xuan, I have lived for countless years and have seen countless people."

Some are after fame and fortune, some after immortality, and some after power.

"But I've never seen anyone build a home."

"You're the first one."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The old man continued, "I've not come here today to beat you up."

"I came to see you."

"I've finished reading, this old man should be going now."

He got up and put away the teapot and teacups.

He turned around, took a few steps, and stopped.

"Kong Xuan, the path to sainthood lies within your own heart."

"Neither in heaven nor on earth."

"In your heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man disappeared.

Kong Xuan stood still, gazing in the direction where the old man had disappeared.

He remained motionless for a long time.

In my heart, I savor that sentence.

"The path to sainthood lies within your own heart."

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

The light of chaos was flowing, and cultivation was progressing.

That bottleneck has loosened.

It's not sudden enlightenment, it's gradual enlightenment.

Little by little, thread by thread.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, turned around and walked back into the tent.

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

Nezha followed him in and asked, "What did that old man say?"

Kong Xuandao: "I have spoken of the path to sainthood."

Nezha asked, "Where are you?"

Kong Xuandao: "In my heart."

Nezha scratched his head, not understanding.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

The light of chaos flowed within his body, and the bottleneck gradually loosened.

suddenly.

boom!

An invisible barrier shattered with a deafening roar.

Late stage of Quasi-Saint!

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, his vision clear.

His cultivation level has advanced from the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint to the late stage.

He is one step closer to becoming a saint.

Nezha's eyes widened: "You've broken through?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

Nezha asked, "How did you break through?"

Kong Xuandao: "Because of a single sentence."

Nezha asked, "What did you say?"

Kong Xuandao said: "The path to sainthood lies within one's own heart."

Nezha remained silent.

He was thinking, trying to understand the meaning of those words.

I've thought about it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out.

But he remembered it.

Because he knew that this sentence was important.

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.

The Xiqi camp was brightly lit.

But he no longer cares.

At the late stage of Quasi-Saint, his combat power is no less than that of a Half-Step Saint.

If four more peak Quasi-Saints come, he can fight them all by himself.

They might even win.

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

Colorless, transparent, and even stronger.

He clenched his fist, and the light dissipated.

He turned around and walked back into the tent.

Continue your spiritual practice.

The path to sainthood is just one step away.

The last step, and also the most difficult one.

An opportunity is needed.

It requires a sudden realization.

It requires great merit.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

He was thinking about what the old man had said.

"The path to sainthood lies within your own heart."

But where is his heart?

It was in the mother, in Xiaobai, and in that bowl of soup.

It was also at Jinji Ridge, and on the soldiers of the Shang army.

It's also in Nezha, and in Yunxiao.

It also applies to all living beings under heaven.

His heart is very big.

It was big enough to hold many people.

But it is these people who he cannot let go of.

If you can't let go, you won't go far.

You can't become a saint if you don't go far.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, a sudden realization dawning on him.

To achieve sainthood, one must let go.

Only by letting go of everything can one transcend everything.

But he couldn't let it go.

He couldn't let go of his mother, he couldn't let go of Xiaobai, and he couldn't let go of that bowl of soup.

They couldn't let go of Jinji Ridge, nor could they let go of the soldiers of the Shang army.

He can't let go of Nezha, he can't let go of the clouds.

He couldn't bear to leave behind the suffering of all people.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

If you can't let go, then don't let go.

"You can become a saint even if you don't let go."

He continued his spiritual practice.

The light of chaos flowed within his body.

One day, three days, ten days.

Kong Xuan did not move.

His cultivation was stable at the late Quasi-Saint stage, with a foundation as deep as a mountain.

This day.

A scout reported: "General, more people from Xiqi have arrived."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes: "How many have come?"

The scout said, "One."

Kong Xuan asked, "Who is it?"

The scout said, "A young man, dressed in white robes, holding a long sword."

Kong Xuan nodded and stood up.

Step out of the main tent and stand atop the mountain.

At the foot of Jinji Ridge stood a young man.

Dressed in white as snow, with a handsome face.

Holding a long sword, his aura was as deep as an abyss.

Peak Quasi-Saint.