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

Kong Xuan took a deep breath and stepped into the air.

His black robe was billowing, and his posture was upright.

The aura of a Quasi-Saint at the Perfection level surged forth like a tide.

He stood in mid-air, facing off against the three hands in the sky.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the sea of ​​light surged.

Golden light emanated from his body, illuminating the surrounding area for thousands of feet.

Those lights were warm, pure, and carried an aura that transcended heaven and earth.

When the light touched the dark clouds, the clouds began to dissipate.

When touched, the pale, withered hand trembled slightly.

Kong Xuan extended his right hand, palm facing up.

A golden seed condensed in his palm.

That was his supernatural power, the origin of sublimation, and the hope left behind by Pangu.

The golden seed slowly rose, higher and higher.

The light grew brighter and brighter, like the sunrise in the east, like a spark igniting a prairie fire.

Kong Xuan poured all his cultivation and all his will into it.

"break."

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resounded throughout the primordial world.

The golden seed transformed into a pillar of light, shooting skyward.

A cage pointing straight up to the sky.

The beam of light struck the barrier.

boom......

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The cracks on the cage spread rapidly in the light.

If the ice surface is struck by a heavy hammer, cracks will spread in all directions.

The three pale hands trembled violently in the light.

A scream, mournful and filled with resentment, came from the crack.

But the light was too bright and the heat too intense.

The withered hand began to melt, like wax meeting fire.

Drops of black liquid fell from the sky, landing on the ground and turning into scorched earth.

The cracks on the cage grew larger and denser.

Kong Xuan stood beneath the pillar of light, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face paled slightly.

This all-out attack consumed most of his cultivation.

But he didn't back down.

Continue pouring, continue burning.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the light of the Sea of ​​Light was rapidly dimming.

The golden seeds are being consumed rapidly.

But he didn't care; he couldn't back out.

This is the final step, and it must be completed in one go.

Suddenly, a white light rose from Shouyang Mountain.

The light, like a sword, pierced the cracks in the cage.

I've made my move.

Immediately afterwards, another beam of blue light rose from Kunlun.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable intervened.

Another purple light rose from Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader made his move.

Three beams of light, three streams of saintly power, were poured into the golden pillar of light.

The beam of light increased tenfold, its power overwhelming.

The cage could not withstand the pressure and began to crack.

Click.

A clear sound, like a porcelain cup shattering.

A crack appeared on the cage.

The real gap, the gap that leads to the world beyond.

The three withered hands finally gave way and melted completely in the light.

With a mournful roar, it vanished without a trace.

The cracks in the cage continued to widen, but the seeping black energy had been purified by the light.

The crack is still there, but nothing can pass through it for the time being.

Kong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly withdrew his supernatural powers and landed.

He stumbled when his feet landed.

Lao Tzu reached out and helped him up.

"well done."

Kong Xuan looked up at the sky.

The cage is still there, but it's broken and shattered.

That gap, like a white scar, stretches across the sky.

"The cage... has been broken open?"

Lao Tzu shook his head: "Not yet."

"There's just a gap."

"It will take time to completely destroy it."

"At least, that great terror can't get in for the time being."

Kong Xuan nodded and remained silent for a moment.

"Is it possible to get through that gap?"

Lao Tzu looked at him with a profound gaze.

"able."

"But once you go in, you might not be able to come back."

Kong Xuan looked toward the white gap.

Light shone through the crack.

That light was not the light of the primordial era.

Brighter, warmer, freer.

It was exactly the same light that Pangu had seen in his memory.

Kong Xuan clenched his fist.

"I will go."

"Wait until I'm ready."

Lao Tzu nodded slightly and did not stop him.

He just stared at the crack, remaining silent for a long time.

Kong Xuan stood beside him, also gazing at the white light.

The wind blew across the top of Shouyang Mountain, causing the robes of the two men to flutter.

The world was completely silent.

Kong Xuan stood atop Shouyang Mountain, gazing at the crack in the sky.

White light poured down from the cracks, falling on my body, feeling warm and cozy.

Unlike the sunlight of the primordial world, this light contains no spiritual energy, no Daoist charm.

It's warm, though.

It was like the warmth when Yuanfeng wrapped his wings around him in the Phoenix Palace when he was a child.

Kong Xuan stared for a long time before turning his gaze away.

"I need to go there."

Lao Tzu stood to the side with his hands behind his back, watching him.

"Now?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "Get ready."

Will the cracks disappear?

Lao Tzu gazed at the white light and remained silent for a moment.

"Won't."

"Pangu's Dao has shattered; the prison cannot heal itself."

"That crack will always be there."

Kong Xuan nodded.

He turned around and stepped into the air.

He walked slowly, heading south.

Mountains and rivers swept past beneath our feet, and a sea of ​​clouds surged around us.

One day later, it landed in front of the Phoenix Perch Palace.

The immortal volcano remains silent, its body blackened, with no trace of its former flames.

The gate to Fengqi Palace was half-closed, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the lintel.

Kong Xuan pushed open the door and entered.

The palace was empty; everything had changed.

The prayer cushion is still there, but it's covered in dust.

The reliefs on the wall are still there, but the colors have faded.

Kong Xuan walked to the prayer mat but did not sit down.

He stood there for a while, then turned around.

Enter the side hall.

In the side hall, there is a bronze box.

The bronze box was not large, and it was engraved with phoenix patterns.

Kong Xuan squatted down, his fingers tracing the lid of the box.

The dust was brushed away, revealing the ancient patterns underneath.

He opened the copper box.

Inside, a black robe was neatly folded.

The black robe was embroidered with golden phoenix patterns, the stitches were fine and dense.

There was a line of small characters at the corner of the robe.

"My son is safe."

Kong Xuan stared at those four words and remained silent for a long time.

He reached out and took out the ink robe.

Shake it out and drape it over your body.

The robe fit perfectly, as if it were tailor-made.

A faint scent still lingered on the black robe.

It's Yuan Feng's aura.

Warm, cool, and familiar.

Kong Xuan closed the copper box and put it back in its original place.

He stood in the side hall for a while longer.

Then he turned around and left Phoenix Palace.

He walked on air, heading west.

After walking for half a day, they arrived at a peach orchard.

The peach grove remains the same, with over a hundred trees, their blossoms blooming like clouds.

The tallest peach tree in the forest had nine blood peaches hanging from its branches.

The saplings beside the tree have grown to half a person's height.

The leaves are emerald green, shimmering with a soft light.

Kong Xuan walked into the peach grove, and the blood peaches trembled slightly, as if welcoming him.

He walked up to the seedling and squatted down.

Reach out and gently touch the leaf.

The leaf trembled slightly and brushed gently against his fingertips.

Kong Xuan smiled slightly.

"I'm going on a long trip."

The seedling's leaves curled up slightly, as if it were listening.

"It might be a long time before he comes back."

"He might not come back."

The leaves trembled, then unfurled.

Kong Xuan got up and picked a blood peach.

I took a bite, and the flesh was sweet.

After he finished eating, he buried the peach pit in the soil.

"Grow another one."

The seedling shook gently, as if nodding.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked out of the peach grove.

Continue westward.

Half a day later, they landed on a large swamp.

The vast expanse of water and sky blends seamlessly into one.

On the small island in the middle of the marsh, the thatched cottage still stands.

Xingtian sat in front of his thatched hut, polishing his axe and shield.

He grinned when he saw Kong Xuan arrive.

"Are you leaving?"

Kong Xuan landed on the island and sat down next to Xing Tian.

How did you know?

As Xing Tian sharpened his axe, he said:

"The entire primordial world saw that crack in the sky."

"You want to get out of there, right?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

Xing Tian stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

"When?"

"Soon."

Xing Tian was silent for a moment, then spoke:

"I've reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint."

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Are you really going?"

Xing Tian grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"I never take back what I've said."

Kong Xuan nodded: "Okay."

"Wait for me to come back."

"I'll pick you up, and we'll go together."

Xing Tian frowned: "Aren't you going directly there?"

Kong Xuan looked towards the white light on the horizon.

"There are still some things I need to explain."

Some people must be said goodbye to.

Xing Tian remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Then go ahead."

"I'll be waiting for you here."

Kong Xuan stood up and stepped into the air, disappearing into the void.

After traveling for several more days, they landed in front of a city.

Nanming City.

The city gates remain unchanged, and people come and go.

Kong Xuan entered the city, walked through the streets, and came to a corner.

That stall is still there.

The old tortoise is still here.

The moss on the shell had thickened.

Kong Xuan walked over and squatted down.

The old turtle raised its head, its cloudy eyes darting around.

"It's you again."

Kong Xuan nodded: "Just passing by and thought I'd take a look."

The old turtle grinned, revealing its sparse teeth.

"Finished watching?"

"I've finished reading it."

Kong Xuan took a drop of blood essence from his sleeve and placed it on the stall.

"Here you go."

The old tortoise looked at the drop of blood essence, then at Kong Xuan.

"Are you leaving?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

The old tortoise remained silent for a moment, then stretched out its aged hand and accepted the essence blood.

"Go away."

"Don't look back."

Kong Xuan nodded, got up and left.

They left the city and continued north.

Two days later, it landed at the feet of Xikunlun.

The path winds its way up the mountain, paved with bluestone.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the Queen Mother of the West was standing under the Moonlight Tree.

Petals fell on her shoulders, like snowflakes.

Kong Xuan stepped forward and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"senior."

The Queen Mother of the West turned around and looked at him.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his posture was upright.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

The Queen Mother of the West nodded slightly.

"Be careful on the road."

Kong Xuan nodded and turned to leave.

The Queen Mother of the West's voice came from behind.

"Behind that crack, there may not be a smooth road."

"Perhaps it's an even deeper abyss."

Kong Xuan stopped and turned around.

"I'll still go."

The Queen Mother of the West looked at him with a cold gaze.

"good."

"Remember, Xi Kunlun's keepsake is still there."

"If you wish to return, crush the jade pendant."

"I'll pick you up."

Kong Xuan touched the jade pendant in his bosom and nodded.

"I've remembered."

He stepped into the air and flew away, his robes fluttering in the wind.

After traveling for several more days, they landed at the foot of Shouyang Mountain.

The cobblestone path leading up the mountain was quiet.

When we reached the top of the mountain, Lao Tzu was still sitting on the stone platform.

With eyes closed, it was as if he had never moved.

Kong Xuan sat down opposite the stone platform.

"senior."

Lao Tzu opened his eyes: "Ready?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "That's about it."

Lao Tzu looked at him calmly.

What lies behind that crack?

"I don't know."

"Is it dangerous?"

"I don't know."

"Going again?"

Kong Xuan smiled and said, "Go."

Lao Tzu remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Go."

"Go to the end and see what's there."

Kong Xuan stood up and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Thank you for your guidance along the way, senior."

Lao Tzu waved his hand: "No need to thank me."

"You walked there yourself."

Kong Xuan didn't say anything more.

He turned around and leaped into the air.

It flew towards the white light in the sky.

The wind whistled in my ears, and my robes billowed.

It flew higher and higher, faster and faster.

The vast, untamed land shrank beneath our feet, and the mountains and rivers resembled the lines on our palms.

The world is like a chessboard, and all living beings are like ants.

The white light drew closer and brighter.

Kong Xuanfei stopped in front of the crack.

White light streamed out from the cracks and fell on my face, feeling warm and comforting.

He turned around and looked towards the primordial wilderness.

Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun, West Kunlun, and Nanming City.

Peach Blossom Grove, Great Swamp, Phoenix Palace.

Xing Tian is waiting for him, the old tortoise is sunbathing, and the seedling is sprouting new buds.

Yuan Feng's bronze box lay quietly in the side hall.

Nezha's smiling face, the wine of the clouds, and the stone bowl.

Those people and events are all behind me.

Kong Xuan watched for a while, then turned around.

Facing that white light.

Take a deep breath.

I lifted my foot and stepped into the crevice.

The white light engulfed him.

Warm, vast, and boundless.

It felt like being enveloped and carried by a huge ball of light, drifting forward.

There was no sound, no direction.

Only light.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes, letting the light carry him forward.

After an unknown amount of time, the light gradually faded.

I could feel the solid ground beneath my feet.

He opened his eyes.

Before us stretched a plain.

The plains are vast and stretch as far as the eye can see.

The grass is green, and the sky is blue.

It's like the primordial world, yet different.

There are no stars, no sun, and no moon in the sky.

But the sky was bright, a soft light emanating from all directions.

Lush vegetation, blooming and fading flowers.

There are mountains in the distance; they are not high, but they are beautiful.

There is a stream nearby; the water is not deep, but it is clear.

There was no spiritual energy in the air.

There is a wondrous aura, purer and more ancient than spiritual energy.

Kong Xuan stood on this plain, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

A breeze blows by, carrying the fragrance of flowers.

He looked down at his hands.

His hands are still there, and his cultivation level is still there.

His supernatural powers remain.

The sea of ​​light within the sea of ​​consciousness is as calm as a mirror.

Kong Xuan looked up and gazed into the distance.

At the end of the plain, rolling hills rise and fall.

What's on the other side of the mountain?

he does not know.

But he was walking.

Step by step, I walked towards the distance.

The grass under my feet was soft, like walking on clouds.

Birds flew across the sky, their feathers pure white.

The birdsong was clear and melodious, like the sound of bells.

Kong Xuan walked neither fast nor slow.

The cultivation level of a Quasi-Saint was quietly circulating within his body.

This world did not suppress his cultivation.

There was no improvement.

Business as usual.

He walked a long way until a grove of trees appeared ahead.

Every tree in the forest is tall and straight.

The tree has a canopy, with slivers of light filtering through its branches and leaves.

There was a person under the tree.

The man sat on the tree root, holding a blade of grass in his hand.

The grass stems twirled around my fingertips.

He was a teenager.

The boy looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

His face was clean, and his eyes were bright.

He was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He looked up and saw Kong Xuan.

grin.

"You've arrived."

Kong Xuan stopped in his tracks.

The boy jumped down from the tree root and patted the dirt off his bottom.

He walked up to Kong Xuan and looked up at him.

"It's a bit higher than I expected."

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Who are you?"

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Hmm... how should I put it?"

"You can call me...Hope."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The boy smiled, a bright smile.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not some big shot."

"It was just a wisp of thought left behind by Pangu."

"When he created the world, he stuffed a part of his ideas into the axe."

"The axe broke, and that part of the idea was revealed."

"Drifting and drifting, drifting until now."

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Pangu's thoughts?"

The boy nodded.

"right."

His idea was very simple.

"I want to go home."

"But he can't go back."

"So he left the thought in the axe, hoping that one day someone would go back and see for him."