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

Kong Xuan took a deep breath.

This is an incredible opportunity.

There are only a handful of innate treasures in the entire prehistoric world.

Chaos Bell, Pangu Banner, Taiji Diagram.

Each one is a force that suppresses destiny.

Although they are fragments, they are already incredibly precious.

Kong Xuan gripped the fragment tightly, channeling its power.

The power surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, which was absorbed by the ball of light.

The light cluster flickered intensely, as if it were starving.

The power within the fragments was gradually extracted.

The light cluster grew brighter and brighter.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

at last.

boom!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, radiant light shone forth.

The ball of light exploded, turning into countless points of light.

Then, they reassemble.

The new cluster of light was twice the size of the original.

Brilliant as the blazing sun, warm as the spring sunshine.

The supernatural power has transformed.

Kong Xuan was overjoyed.

Close your eyes and look inward to perceive the changes in supernatural powers.

It elevates to three levels, improving all aspects.

Enhance yourself, reduce consumption by half, and double the effect.

By elevating external objects, their quality is elevated to a higher level.

The path to enlightenment leads to a deeper understanding.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, golden light swirling within them.

His supernatural powers underwent a transformation, and his strength increased dramatically.

From now on, my cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort.

He got up and walked out of the corner.

The city remained bustling.

Kong Xuan did not linger any longer and ascended into the sky.

He traveled westward, cultivating himself along the way.

After the transformation of his supernatural powers, his cultivation speed increased several times over.

Spiritual energy surged in, and Dao power increased.

In the later stages of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, progress is steady.

On this day, Kong Xuan arrived at a desolate desert.

The desert is vast, with yellow sand filling the sky.

The wind howled, and the sand dunes shifted.

Kong Xuan frowned.

This desert gave him a sense of unease.

He closed his eyes and extended his divine sense.

Sweeping across the desert, sweeping across the earth.

Suddenly, he noticed.

Beneath the desert, deep within.

There is a palace.

The palace was enormous, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The palace contained countless skeletons.

There are humans, demons, and witches.

There are also dragons, phoenixes, and qilin.

The bones were piled up like mountains, and the air was thick with the smell of death.

Deep within the palace lies a coffin.

The coffin was pitch black, with ancient runes carved on it.

The runes were strange and exuded an ominous aura.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, his heart filled with dread.

What place is this?

Why are there palaces?

Why are there so many skeletons?

He couldn't figure it out.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light shone brighter than ever before.

Eager, eager.

Kong Xuan hesitated. Going down might be dangerous, but not going down might mean missing a great opportunity.

After a moment's thought, he made a decision: fortune favors the bold.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and magical power surged forth.

Delve underground and touch the palace.

The moment it was touched, a strange change occurred.

Deathly aura surged forth from the palace like a tide.

The death aura emanating from the skeletons was a hundred times stronger than before.

It moved at incredible speed, rushing towards us in an instant.

Kong Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew.

But death can happen even faster.

It instantly engulfed him.

Icy.

Bone-chilling cold.

It's colder than last time.

Kong Xuan felt his primordial spirit trembling.

The body is decaying, and life is slipping away.

It's ten times faster than last time.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, a bright ball of light shone forth.

It emits light to protect the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the physical body cannot protect it.

Kong Xuan gritted his teeth and began to circulate his internal energy.

The power of Dao was circulating wildly to resist the death energy.

It was unstoppable.

The deathly aura was too strong, too intense.

The cultivation level of a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Kong Xuan felt despair.

I'm going to fail again.

Just then, the egg in the sleeve moved.

The Golden-Winged Roc's egg trembled violently.

The patterns on the eggshell gleamed with golden light.

Brighter and more vibrant than last time.

It shone with golden light, like the blazing sun in the sky.

It shot onto the deathly aura.

When death meets golden light, it's like snow meeting the blazing sun.

It melted away rapidly, ten times faster than last time.

A moment later, the deathly aura dissipated completely.

Kong Xuan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The body is withered and life force has mostly disappeared.

His cultivation level was unstable, and he almost fell out of his cultivation realm.

He looked down and glanced into his sleeve.

The egg was still vibrating, and the golden light gradually faded.

The patterns on the eggshell are twice as bright as before.

The aura inside was also twice as strong.

Kong Xuan's heart was filled with complex emotions.

Dapeng saved his life again.

He saved her twice before she even took human form.

He reached out and took the egg.

He held it in his palm and whispered:

I owe you one more time.

The egg vibrated gently, as if in response.

Kong Xuan smiled.

He carefully placed the egg against his chest and sat down cross-legged.

He circulated his energy and restored his vitality.

Spiritual energy flows in from all directions, nourishing the physical body.

Life is easy to lose, but difficult to recover.

This sitting lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Seven days later, Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

His physical body has mostly recovered, and his cultivation has stabilized.

The losses incurred will take time to recover.

He stood up and looked down into the ground.

The palace still stands, but most of the deathly aura has been dissipated by the golden CD player.

Yet some residue remains, slowly gathering together.

Kong Xuan frowned.

This palace is too eerie.

It's even more sinister than the skeleton from last time.

They cannot be kept.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and magical power surged forth.

They laid a seal underground to seal the palace.

The seals were layered upon layer.

It took three days to finish making the cloth.

The seal isn't strong, but it's concealed enough.

Below the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, it cannot be detected.

Kong Xuan stopped and turned to leave.

As I walked out of the desert, I looked back once more.

That feeling of unease is still there.

It has faded considerably.

Kong Xuan shook his head and continued westward.

He pondered to himself, "Who built that palace?"

Why are there so many skeletons?

Who is buried in that coffin?

The density of death energy far surpasses that of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Could it be the Heavenly Dao Realm?

Kong Xuan couldn't understand it.

I stopped thinking about it.

The primordial world is vast, and its secrets are numerous.

There are some things that he cannot touch right now.

When we have enough strength, we'll come back to explore.

Kong Xuan traveled westward for half a month.

Along the way, we encountered many opportunities, but also many dangers.

He resolved each issue one by one and reaped considerable benefits.

After the transformation of his supernatural powers, his cultivation speed increased several times over.

His cultivation level has reached the peak of the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Just one step away from the peak.

On this day, Kong Xuan arrived at the foot of a large mountain.

The mountain is extremely high, piercing the clouds.

The mountain is shrouded in mist and clouds, and is rich in spiritual energy.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a stone tablet.

The stone tablet is ancient, with three large characters engraved on it.

Shouyang Mountain.

Kong Xuan was stunned.

Shouyang Mountain?

Isn't this the Taoist temple of Lao Tzu?

He looked up at the mountaintop.

The mountaintop disappeared into the clouds, with no end in sight.

Kong Xuan stopped, hesitant in his heart.

Should we go up?

Lao Tzu's words from last time still echo in my ears.

This world is filled with great terror.

Lao Tzu seems to know something.

Perhaps we could go up and ask.

Kong Xuan pondered for a moment, then started climbing the mountain.

The mountain was steep, but that didn't deter him.

Walking on air, heading straight for the mountaintop.

Half a day later, they reached the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop is a flat area.

On the flat ground, there was a thatched hut.

The thatched hut is simple, but clean and tidy.

There is a stone platform in front of the house.

A person was sitting on the stone platform.

Dressed in white as snow, with long hair as black as ink.

It was none other than Lao Tzu.

Laozi opened his eyes and looked at Kong Xuan.

His gaze was gentle, and he was smiling.

"You're here?"

His tone was calm, as if he had known he would come.

Kong Xuan bowed respectfully:

"Greetings, senior."

Lao Tzu nodded: "Sit down."

Kong Xuan sat down opposite the stone platform.

Lao Tzu sized him up and nodded slightly:

"It's been three years, and your cultivation has improved considerably."

"Late-stage peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, not bad."

Kong Xuan respectfully replied, "You flatter me, senior."

Lao Tzu shook his head: "This is not flattery, it's the truth."

"You're growing faster than I expected."

Kong Xuan remained silent, waiting for Laozi to continue.

Lao Tzu gazed into the distance and remained silent for a long time.

Then he opened his mouth:

"Did you come here to inquire about something truly terrifying?"

Kong Xuan was startled.

I see it now.

He nodded: "Yes."

"Please give me some guidance, senior."

Lao Tzu shook his head: "Now is not the time."

"You are too weak; knowing too much will only do you harm."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He knew Lao Tzu was right.

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is not considered weak in the primordial world.

But in the face of true power, they are like ants.

Seeing his silence, Lao Tzu laughed and said:

"However, I can tell you something."

Kong Xuan looked up: "Please speak, senior."

Lao Tzu stared intently at Kong Xuan with a deep gaze.

After a long silence, he spoke:

"This world is a prison."

"Everyone is a prisoner."

"Including me."

Kong Xuan was greatly shocked.

A cage?

prisoner?

Even Lao Tzu is one?

He wanted to ask, but Lao Tzu had already closed his eyes.

"Go on, come back when you've reached the level of a quasi-saint."

"I'll tell you more then."

Kong Xuan knew he couldn't ask any more questions.

Rise and bow respectfully:

"Thank you, senior."

He turned around and stepped into the air.

As I descended the mountain, my heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

A cage.

prisoner.

What secrets does this place hold?

The key to breaking the deadlock, as Lao Tzu said.

The aura emanating from oneself.

To elevate one's supernatural powers.

Kong Xuan clenched his fist, his gaze resolute.

No matter what lies ahead, no matter what secrets lie within.

He will keep going.

Become stronger.

Strong enough to break free of the cage.

Strong enough to see the truth.

Strong enough to protect those you want to protect.

Kong Xuan descended the mountain, his steps heavy.

Lao Tzu's words weighed on my heart like a boulder.

A cage.

prisoner.

He thought about it all the way, but couldn't figure it out.

I simply decided not to think about it.

Stepping into the primordial wilderness, the breath flows.

He was at the peak of the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and had reached a critical point.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, a cluster of supernatural light shone as brightly as the sun.

After transformation, the cost of sublimation is halved, but the effect is doubled.

Kong Xuan paused, mentally calculating the situation.

If I were to elevate my cultivation now, could I break through to the peak in one fell swoop?

Even, to reach the Great Luo Perfection in one step?

He closed his eyes and sensed the Dao power within his body.

It is sufficiently abundant and has a solid foundation.

You can give it a try.

Kong Xuan found a valley and sat down cross-legged.

My mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and touched the ball of light.

To elevate oneself.

Cultivation level.

The ball of light shone brightly, emitting rays of light.

The light shines into my body, warm as spring.

The power of Tao began to boil, surging like a tide in the meridians.

The bottleneck of the late-stage peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm melted away in the light.

Silent and unnoticed, like water dripping on stone.

Kong Xuan felt a lightness throughout his body as his Dao power broke free of its shackles.

Like a river flowing into the sea, like a bird escaping its cage.

His cultivation level soared, and he triumphed all the way.

His peak was in his later years.

Peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Then, the momentum did not diminish.

He aimed straight for the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

The light lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before slowly dissipating.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with golden light.

The Great Luo Golden Immortal has reached perfection.

He is just one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within his body.

It's more than ten times stronger than before.

His spiritual power is as vast as the ocean, and his physical body is as pure as jade.

Even his divine sense surged to cover five million miles.

Kong Xuan was satisfied.

After the transformation and sublimation of supernatural powers, the effects are truly terrifying.

In the past, it would have taken at least three steps to reach perfection.

Now it can be done in one go.

It saved a lot of time.

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

The road ahead is long, but every step is firm and steady.

The quasi-saint is the true watershed moment.

Only those who reach the Quasi-Saint level can be considered powerful beings in the primordial world.

Only then can one touch the origin of the Tao and comprehend the primordial chaos.

Kong Xuan looked up and gazed into the distance.

Lao Tzu said, "Go after you've reached the level of a quasi-sage."

Then we should expedite the process to become saints.

Kong Xuan lifted his foot and stepped into the air.

After traveling for three days, a peach orchard appeared ahead.

The peach grove wasn't large, with only about a hundred trees.

The tree is laden with peaches, radiating vitality.

Kong Xuan stopped and thought the face looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the same peach orchard from last time.

The piece where I left a drop of my own blood.

A century has passed, and the peach orchard has changed.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, like clouds and rosy hues.

One of the peach trees was particularly tall.

The tree has a thick trunk and lush foliage.

Nine peaches, as red as blood, grew on top.

Its spiritual energy is far greater than any other.

Kong Xuan approached and sensed something for a moment.

The essence of that drop of blood has already permeated the peach tree.

The peach tree, having received the bloodline of the phoenix clan, indeed underwent a transformation.

Nine blood peaches, containing pure spiritual energy.

It is very beneficial to cultivation.

Especially for Great Luo Golden Immortals, it can help them break through bottlenecks.

Kong Xuan reached out and plucked one.

The blood peach felt warm to the touch, and its spiritual energy surged within it.

He took a bite, and the fruit melted in his mouth.

A surge of heat flowed into his body, and his Dao power increased slightly.

Although the effect is not obvious, it is indeed effective.

Kong Xuan nodded and picked the eight blood peaches.

Keep one, and keep the rest.

I'll use one myself, and save the other seven for later.

Even after the Roc transforms into human form, it can still be used.

Kong Xuan turned around, intending to leave the peach grove.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Deep within the peach grove, a fluctuating aura could be felt.

Faint, yet pure.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and probed out with his divine sense.

Deep in the peach grove, there is a small seedling.

It is no more than three inches tall, and its leaves are tender green.

A sliver of light flickered on the seedling.

Kong Xuan's heart stirred.

This is it; the peach pit has sprouted.

He walked over, squatted down, and took a closer look.

The sapling took root under the peach tree, absorbing its essence.

That faint light was the remnant of his phoenix blood essence.

Phoenix blood and peach tree combined to give birth to new life.

This little seedling will surely become a spiritual root in the future.

It might even surpass the mother tree.

Kong Xuan reached out and gently touched the leaf.

The leaves trembled slightly, as if in response.

He thought for a moment, then forced a drop of blood from his fingertip.

The essence and blood fall into the soil and seep into the roots of the seedlings.

The seedlings shook, and their leaves became even greener.

The faint light grew brighter, like fireflies flickering.

Kong Xuan stopped and stood up.

"Grow up well."

The seedlings trembled slightly, as if nodding.

Kong Xuan smiled, turned and left.

We left the peach grove and headed west.

As they traveled into the afternoon, shouts of battle came from ahead.

He stopped and extended his divine sense.

A hundred miles away, the two armies were locked in battle.

One side is the demon race, the other is the witch race.

The demon race was arrayed in neat formation, with a Great Luo Golden Immortal presiding over them.

The Wu tribe's battle roar was like thunder, with a great shaman leading the charge.

The two sides fought a bloody battle, leaving corpses strewn across the field.

Kong Xuan frowned, intending to go around.

But suddenly, he stopped.

Within the Wu Clan's formation, there was a figure.

He was as tall and imposing as an iron tower, wielding a giant axe.

They fought valiantly and were invincible.

It was Xing Tian.

A century has passed, and Xing Tian has grown up.

No longer a boy, but a young man.

His cultivation level had reached the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Rapid progress.

Kong Xuan watched Xing Tian fight, and a thought stirred within him.

Xingtian was an anomaly among the witch clan.

Their combat power is overwhelming, and they are fearless in the face of death.

Unfortunately, he met a tragic end later on.

He was beheaded by the Heavenly Emperor, and his nipples became his eyes, and his navel became his mouth.

Still wielding shield and axe, their fighting spirit remains undiminished.

Kong Xuan thought for a moment and then decided not to make a move.

This is Xingtian's path; no one else can interfere.

He turned and continued westward.

He took a few steps, then stopped.

An arrow pierced the sky from within the demon race's formation.

The arrow was jet black, containing the full force of a Great Luo Golden Immortal's attack.

They went straight for Xing Tian's heart.

Xing Tian was engrossed in fighting his enemies and was completely unaware of what was happening.

Kong Xuan's heart stirred slightly.

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

The force of the fingers breaks through the air, striking later but arriving first.

Smash that arrow.

Xing Tian seemed to sense something and glanced back.

I didn't see anything.

He frowned, turned around, and continued fighting.

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand, put his back behind his back, and walked away.

It was a small favor, no need to say more.

As dusk fell, Kong Xuan landed on the mountaintop.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky red.

The vast and desolate land was boundless.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

My thoughts were churning.