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

Kong Xuan stepped forward and extended his hand.

Gently touch the stone.

The stone trembled, and a bright light shone forth.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light trembled violently.

Then, the light in the stone.

It transformed into a thin thread and flowed into Kong Xuan's body.

It surged into the sea of ​​consciousness and merged into the ball of light.

The light cluster absorbs the energy and begins to transform.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was illuminated.

Like the blazing sun in the sky, like a dazzling Milky Way.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and sensed the change.

Supernatural powers are being elevated.

Elevate yourself, elevate external things, elevate the Great Way.

All three levels are improving.

Consumes less, but is more effective.

From the very roots, the blood, and the soul.

They are all undergoing a process of sublimation.

Kong Xuan was bathed in light.

I feel more powerful than ever before.

Fifteen minutes later, the light disappeared.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze as vast as the stars and the sea.

Peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

He was just one step away from reaching the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

His supernatural powers underwent another transformation.

It is stronger and more complete than before.

He looked down at the stone.

The stone has dimmed and lost its luster.

All the light inside was absorbed.

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment, then carefully put the stone away.

He turned around and stepped out of the crack.

Passing through the deathly aura, we returned to the Great Swamp.

Ao Xin is still alive, and his wounds have mostly healed.

When he came out, her gaze narrowed slightly.

"You went in?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

Ao Xin remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"The aura around you has changed."

"It's stronger now."

Kong Xuan neither agreed nor disagreed, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"This junior will take his leave now."

Ao Xin nodded without asking any further questions.

Kong Xuan rode the waves and left the Great Swamp.

Heading south, my mind is filled with countless thoughts.

That ray of light transcended the aura of this world.

After being absorbed by the supernatural power, the supernatural power underwent another transformation.

He had a vague feeling that supernatural powers and this world were intertwined.

They are intricately connected.

Perhaps, the supernatural power of sublimation really did come from Pangu.

It comes from the place where Pangu came from.

Kong Xuan shook his head, no longer wanting to think about it.

Regardless of its origin.

With supernatural powers in hand, they belong to him.

He wants to use this supernatural power to reach the highest point.

Walk outside the cage.

Reach the end of that truth.

Kong Xuan walked on air, heading south.

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

It's gotten even better since I came here.

He knew in his heart that he was far from the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

It was just one step away from victory.

Continue on the journey, continue your practice.

One day, he will reach that point.

Break free from the cage.

Towards freedom.

Kong Xuan crossed the great marshland, riding the waves.

The water rippled at my feet, then closed again.

He was dressed in a black robe, not a drop of water on him.

The aura of a peak early-stage Quasi-Saint was like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.

The great demons within a radius of ten thousand miles all retreated.

No one dared to stop them.

Kong Xuan stopped walking on a plain.

The plains are vast and covered with lush vegetation.

In the distance, mythical beasts roam freely; nearby, birds circle in flight.

He closed his eyes and scanned the area with his spiritual sense.

Within a radius of 100,000 li, everything is within perception.

There are no saints, and no quasi-saints at the peak.

There were only some Great Luo Golden Immortals and some Taiyi rogue cultivators.

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

The wind blows the grass low, and my robes flutter in the wind.

He looked inward at himself, and the light shone as brightly as the sun.

After absorbing the ray of light from the crack, its supernatural power underwent another transformation.

When one elevates oneself, it is no longer necessary to consume one's fortune.

It can be sublimated simply by relying on spiritual energy.

This means that he can advance his cultivation level at any time.

No longer bound by fate.

Kong Xuan took a deep breath and began to circulate his internal energy.

Spiritual energy surged in from all directions and gathered around him.

Like a whale sucking in water, like a dragon swallowing clouds.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light flickered faintly.

A beam of warm light shone down, illuminating the Dao power.

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

The bottleneck of the early stage of Quasi-Saint peak melted away in the light.

Like water dripping on stone, like ice melting and snow thawing.

In just a moment, the bottleneck was completely broken.

His Dao power surged, and his cultivation level soared.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

It became.

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

The power of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint surged within his body like a vast ocean.

It is several times stronger than in the early stages.

The physical body also underwent another transformation, with bones becoming like chalcedony.

The tendons and veins are like dragon tendons, and the blood is like mercury syrup.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within.

In this life, the speed of cultivation far surpasses that of the previous life.

In less than a thousand years, he reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Sainthood.

If it were the previous life, it would take at least 100,000 years.

This is the extraordinary aspect of sublimating supernatural powers.

Kong Xuan stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

The wind blew, and the black robe fluttered in the wind.

He lifted his foot and continued south.

After walking for half a day, a city appeared ahead.

The city is not large, but its walls are towering.

The city gate is inscribed with three large characters: Nanming City.

Kong Xuan stopped.

Nanming City is a gathering place for the southern demon race.

The city is teeming with powerful demons, and people from all walks of life are present.

He came here once in his previous life.

At that time, he was already in the late stage of Quasi-Sainthood and came here to find a spiritual medicine.

This life has come early.

Kong Xuan lifted his foot and walked into the city.

The city is bustling with activity, people coming and going.

Most of them are demons, with a small number of humans as well.

The market was bustling with activity, and the sounds of vendors calling out their wares filled the air.

Kong Xuan strolled through it, his divine sense sweeping over everything.

Most items didn't meet his standards.

He suddenly stopped at a corner.

There was a stall in the corner.

The stall owner was an old tortoise, its shell covered in moss.

On the stall, there was a piece of dead wood.

The dead tree was about a foot long, charred black like charcoal.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy; it was completely unremarkable.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a faint glimmer of light could be seen.

Kong Xuan squatted down and picked up the dead wood.

It feels cold to the touch and has a rough texture.

When divine sense probed inside, the inside of the dead tree was completely empty.

But the light shone even brighter.

"How many?"

The old turtle raised its head, its eyes cloudy.

He scrutinized Kong Xuan for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I don't want spirit stones, I want essence blood."

Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow: "What essence blood?"

The old turtle grinned, revealing its sparse teeth:

"The essence of the Phoenix Clan."

Kong Xuan's heart stirred slightly.

The old tortoise recognized him.

"A drop of blood essence, exchanged for this withered tree."

The old tortoise shook its head: "Three drops."

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"good."

He raised his hand and forced out three drops of blood from his fingertips.

Its essence and blood are reddish-golden, containing the origin of the Phoenix Clan.

The old tortoise took the essence and blood and carefully put it back into its shell.

The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he seemed extremely satisfied.

Kong Xuan picked up the withered wood, turned around, and left.

I left the market and found a quiet corner.

Take out the dead wood and examine it carefully.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light flickered incessantly.

Kong Xuan activated his internal energy, drawing upon the substance within the withered wood.

The charred bark of the dead wood began to peel off.

The true nature of what lies beneath is revealed.

It is a piece of wood heartwood.

The heartwood is entirely emerald green, with a warm and jade-like texture.

The surface has flowing patterns, resembling dragons and phoenixes.

Within the heart of the wood lies a wisp of the pure essence of the Way of Wood.

Kong Xuan was slightly startled.

This wood core is the remains of a Jianmu tree.

Jianmu, a tree that reaches to the heavens.

Connecting heaven and earth, linking humanity and divinity.

It was destroyed during the Lich War, and its remains were scattered throughout the primordial world.

By obtaining this heartwood, one can comprehend the great principles of wood.

It repairs the physical body and nourishes life.

All of them are of great use.

Kong Xuan gripped the wooden core tightly, guiding the Daoist energy into his body.

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

The essence of wood unfolded in my consciousness, transforming into emerald green patterns.

He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the moment.

The great path of wood is growth and revival.

Wood is present in all things.

The flow of the Way of Wood nourishes the physical body.

The recovery was several times faster than before.

After an incense stick has burned, the heartwood withers away.

It turned into powder and scattered with the wind.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, a flash of green light appearing in them.

The path of wood has been opened.

His cultivation level also improved by one point.

The mid-stage of Quasi-Sainthood is even more stable.

He got up and walked out of the corner.

Just as I stepped out of the alley, a person walked towards me.

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

He has a youthful face and bright, sparkling eyes.

It was none other than Laozi of the Taiqing school.

Kong Xuan was taken aback: "Senior?"

Lao Tzu nodded slightly:

"skillful."

Kong Xuan did not believe it.

How could one of the Three Pure Ones be so coincidentally in this situation?

"Did you need something from me, senior?"

Lao Tzu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

"Yes, something is indeed wrong."

"There is a place where I need you to go with me."

Kong Xuan asked, "Where?"

Lao Tzu turned to look at him, his gaze profound:

"Return to the Void."

Kong Xuan was startled.

Return to the ruins.

That place he visited in his previous life.

That place where he had gotten lost countless times.

That place where illusion and reality intertwine.

"Return to the Void? What are you doing there, senior?"

Lao Tzu said calmly:

"There is something within the Ruins that can help you break through."

"Breaking through to the Primordial Chaos realm?"

Lao Tzu nodded.

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He knew better than anyone that Guixu was dangerous.

In his previous life, he was trapped in the Ruins of Return for tens of thousands of years.

Unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, unable to discern reality from illusion.

It took a lot of effort to break free.

Will I have to go back again in this life?

Lao Tzu noticed his hesitation and spoke:

"This time, I'm here."

"I won't let you get lost."

Kong Xuan looked up at Laozi.

Lao Tzu's gaze was calm, like still water and a mirror.

Kong Xuan nodded: "Okay."

"This junior will follow you, senior."

Lao Tzu turned around and walked on air.

Kong Xuan followed, and they traveled south side by side.

The two moved at incredible speed, causing the mountains and rivers to flow backward.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath my feet, while the earth receded into the distance behind me.

In a single day, they arrived at the shore of the South China Sea.

The South China Sea is vast and its waters are boundless.

The seawater was deep blue and stretched as far as the eye could see.

Lao Tzu stopped on the shore, hands behind his back, gazing at the sea.

Kong Xuan stood beside him, waiting for the next words.

Lao Tzu remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"The Ruins of Guixu lie beneath the South China Sea."

"In the depths of an abyss."

"That is the navel of heaven and earth, the place where all things return."

"That's also the thinnest part of the cage."

Kong Xuan listened attentively.

Lao Tzu continued:

"When Pangu created the world, a trace of Dao power leaked out."

"It turned into nothingness, becoming a crevice between heaven and earth."

"From there, one can sense the presence beyond heaven and earth."

"You can also touch that cage."

Kong Xuan's heart stirred slightly.

Guixu is the crack in a cage.

No wonder he felt all sorts of strange things in the Ruins of Return in his previous life.

Those illusions, those scenes where reality and illusion are indistinguishable.

They are all formed from the external atmosphere that seeps in through the cracks.

"What would you like to take, senior?"

Lao Tzu turned to look at him:

"Deep within the Ruins of Return, there lies a fragment."

"Fragments of Pangu's Axe."

Kong Xuan's pupils contracted.

Fragments of Pangu's Axe?

The Pangu Axe is the object that created the world.

Pangu used this axe to cleave through chaos and create the primordial world.

After the axe shattered, it broke into several fragments.

Scattered throughout the world, their whereabouts unknown.

"What do you need this fragment for, senior?"

Lao Tzu, with his hands behind his back, said:

"The fragments of Pangu's axe contain the Dao of Pangu."

"After comprehending this, one can glimpse the secrets beyond the heavens and earth."

"It will be of great use to you in breaking free from your cage."

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"Very well, this junior will follow senior into the Void."

Lao Tzu nodded slightly and stepped into the sea.

The seawater parted automatically, making way for the road.

Kong Xuan followed, and the two continued downwards.

The deeper you go, the colder the seawater becomes, and the greater the pressure.

However, both of them possessed cultivation levels above Quasi-Saint.

These pressures are like a gentle breeze.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, a ravine appeared ahead.

The rift valley was deep and dark.

Strange emanations continuously flowed from the rift valley.

Cold, ancient, weathered.

It seems to come from the very beginning of creation.

Lao Tzu stopped at the edge of the rift valley and spoke:

"The Ruins of Return are below."

Kong Xuan looked down.

The rift valley is bottomless, as if it leads to another world.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light flickered violently.

Eager, eager.

Kong Xuan took a deep breath and lifted his foot.

Step into the rift valley.

Lao Tzu then descended.

The two continued downwards, through the darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint light appeared below.

The light grew brighter and closer.

Finally, the two landed on a flat area.

Kong Xuan looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The scene before him deeply shocked him.

A vast expanse of ruins.

Broken walls and crumbling buildings.

Countless palace ruins are scattered everywhere.

The air was filled with the scent of decay and antiquity.

The world was a gray-white expanse.

It has no color and no sound.

There was only endless silence.

Return to the ruins.

Kong Xuan recognized him.

In this life, he returned to this place once again.

Lao Tzu stood with his hands behind his back, looking around.

His gaze was calm, without a trace of emotion.

"This is where Pangu's Dao power leaked out."

"The crack in the rules of heaven and earth lies just ahead."

Kong Xuan followed Laozi's gaze.

At the end of the ruins, there was a faint light.

A faint light, like a thread, stretches across the heavens and the earth.

Divide the gray world in two.

That is the crack in the cage.

Kong Xuan gazed at the faint light, his heart trembling.

In his previous life, he was lost in the Ruins of Return for tens of thousands of years.

Every time I was about to touch that glimmer of light, I would be pulled back by the illusion.

Over and over again, endlessly.

This time, Lao Tzu is here with me.

It's unlikely that the same mistake will be repeated.

Lao Tzu lifted his foot and walked toward the glimmer of light.

Kong Xuan followed, proceeding cautiously.

Among the ruins, there are broken array patterns.

The array patterns shimmered, releasing an ancient aura.

Lao Tzu raised his hand and gently brushed it aside.

The array patterns fell silent, without any further fluctuations.

The two walked through the ruins to the glimmer of light.

The faint light was like a veil, a thin layer.

What's behind the veil? I can't see clearly.

Kong Xuan reached out and touched the faint light.

The moment my fingertips touched the faint light.

A strange power surged into his body.

It carries both coldness and warmth.

It carries the ancient, and it carries the new.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light flickered violently.

It was like a starving thirst, absorbing everything frantically.

Lao Tzu stood aside, watching quietly.

After a long silence, he spoke:

"The fragments are behind the veil."

"You must pass through this veil to retrieve it."

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand and looked at Laozi:

"Will passing through this veil lead to an illusion?"

Lao Tzu nodded:

"meeting."

"This silk was formed from the power of Pangu."

"Contains fragments of Pangu's memories."

"Those who touch it will see Pangu's past."

"They will also get caught up in those past experiences."

"It's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, reality and illusion."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The past of Pangu.

The truth behind the creation of the world.

Those secrets hidden for countless years.

Right behind this veil.

He took a deep breath and spoke:

How do we get through?

Lao Tzu looked at him, his gaze profound:

"Stay true to yourself."

"I remember who you are."

"I remember why you came."

Kong Xuan nodded and lifted his foot.

Step into the glimmer of light.

The faint light surged in like a tide, engulfing him.

Everything in front of me began to distort and spin.

The gray ruins gradually disappeared.

Lao Tzu's figure gradually blurred.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes, letting the light envelop him.

He knew that the illusion was about to begin.

Sure enough, the image began to appear.

Chaos, endless chaos.

There was no sky, no earth.

There was only a gray, hazy void.

In the void stood a giant.

The giant was tens of thousands of feet tall.

Holding a giant axe.

Light shimmered on the axe blade.

Like the sun and moon, like the stars and constellations.

The giant lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

Beneath my feet lay a scene of chaos.

Something was wriggling in the chaos.

That is the Way.

Countless paths intertwined.

Like chains, like a cage.

The giant was trapped inside.

The giant raised his massive axe and cleaved down with all his might.