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

Kong Xuan remained silent for a long time.

"You've been waiting for me?"

The boy nodded: "I waited for a very, very long time."

"It's been so long that I've lost count of how many years."

"Anyway, it's enough that you came."

He turned and pointed into the depths of the woods.

"Let's go, we'll arrive once we cross this forest."

Kong Xuan followed his hand and looked in that direction.

Deep in the woods, there is a light.

It's a warm yellow, like the afterglow of a setting sun.

Kong Xuan lifted his foot and followed the boy into the woods.

The forest was quiet, with fallen leaves carpeting the ground.

It makes a rustling sound when you step on it.

The boy walked ahead, his steps light and quick.

"Did you see Pangu when you came?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "In the illusion of Guixu."

"He is very tall."

The boy didn't turn around: "Right?"

"That's how I remember him."

"Shouldering the sky, standing firmly on the ground."

"Even though I'm exhausted, I refuse to let go."

Kong Xuan looked at his thin back.

"You're not like him."

The boy laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"Of course I'm not like him."

"I was just a fleeting thought of his, that mischievous one."

"He's so burdened; I don't want to be like him."

The two walked through the woods.

The light was getting closer and closer.

Finally, we emerged from the woods.

Kong Xuan stopped.

Before me stands a mountain.

The mountain isn't large, only about a thousand feet high.

The mountain is covered with lush vegetation, and clouds and mist swirl around its waist.

Something is glowing on the mountaintop.

Gentle and warm.

The boy stood beside him, pointing to the mountaintop.

"Go up."

"That's what he really wants you to see."

Kong Xuan gazed at the mountaintop.

The wind blew down from the mountain, carrying the scent of grass.

He lifted his foot and walked up the mountain.

The mountain path was gentle, and the walk was not strenuous.

The ink-black robe brushed against the tips of the grass, and dew dampened the hem of the robe.

The boy did not follow.

He waved at the edge of the woods, then turned and disappeared into the forest.

Kong Xuan continued his upward journey.

Halfway up the mountain, clouds and mist swirl around.

As I passed through the clouds, a chill ran through my body.

When we came out again, we were already at the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop is a flat area, several tens of feet in circumference.

There was nothing on the flat ground.

There is only one flower.

The flowers are not tall, no more than two feet.

Standing alone in the wind.

The petals are white, five in number, simple and clean.

The flower's stamens are pale gold, trembling gently in the wind.

Kong Xuan approached and squatted down.

The flower swayed gently in the wind, as if it were looking at him.

Kong Xuan reached out and gently touched the petals.

The instant your fingertips touch it.

A warm feeling flowed into my body.

Peaceful and serene.

Like the wind at dusk.

Like lights in the dead of night.

That aura spread throughout the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​light gently surged.

Then, Kong Xuan saw it.

A scene.

Pangu is still alive.

He stood on a grassy field, the wind ruffling his robes.

He squatted down, holding a seed in his hand.

I buried the seeds in the soil and patted them gently.

Then he stood up, turned around, and left.

His figure was tall and imposing, and his steps were composed.

The image disappeared.

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand and looked at the flower.

Silent for a long time.

Then whisper:

"I saw it for you."

The petals trembled gently in the wind, as if in response.

Kong Xuan stood up and stood on the mountaintop with his hands behind his back.

The distant plains stretch to the horizon.

The sky is blue, and the grass is green.

The wind is warm.

He stood there, feeling the breath of this land.

Tranquil, spacious, and free.

This is the place that Pangu wanted to return to but could not.

Kong Xuan stood there for a long time.

The wind kept blowing, and the flowers kept swaying.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and went down the mountain.

As they walked through the woods, the boy reappeared.

Leaning against a tree trunk, with a blade of grass between his teeth.

"Finished watching?"

Kong Xuan nodded.

The boy grinned: "How was it?"

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment.

"worth."

The boy laughed, spat out the grass stem, and clapped his hands.

"That's fine then."

What are your plans next?

Kong Xuan gazed into the distance, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

"go back."

"There are still people waiting for me."

The boy tilted his head and looked at him: "Go back?"

"Those distant, uncivilized places are far from peaceful."

"The cage is broken, but the cracks remain."

"Those things will come back."

Kong Xuan nodded: "I know."

"That's why we need to go back even more."

The boy was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"OK."

"You can leave now."

"Whenever you want to come, just follow that white light."

"I will still be here."

Kong Xuan looked at him: "You've waited so long, aren't you coming with me?"

The boy shook his head: "I am the thought of Pangu."

"His intention to stay here."

"I must protect this flower, and protect this meadow."

"This is what I should do."

Kong Xuan did not try to persuade him further.

He cupped his hands and bowed.

He turned around and walked towards the white light he had come from.

The white light still lingers, flowing quietly at the edge of the plain.

Kong Xuan walked up to the white light and glanced back.

The boy stood at the edge of the woods and waved to him.

Her smile was bright, like the sunshine on a spring afternoon.

Kong Xuan also waved.

He turned around.

Step into the white light.

Warmth enveloped him, lifted him up, and carried him forward.

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

That world reappeared before my eyes.

The white crack in the sky is still there.

The cage was dilapidated, but it did not collapse.

Kong Xuan stepped out of the crack and landed in the air.

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

He lowered his head and looked out at the vast, untamed land.

The immortal volcano remains dormant.

In the peach grove, the seedlings swayed in the wind.

On the vast marshland, Xing Tian stood holding his axe.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, Lao Tzu looked up and gazed down.

Kong Xuan stood beneath the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the white crack, then at the primordial wilderness beneath his feet.

Then, they stepped into the air and flew away.

The black robe spread like a phoenix's wings and flew into the distance.

The wind was strong, but his steps were steady.

Behind him was the crack, and in front of him stretched endless mountains and rivers.

Kong Xuan flew over mountains and rivers, over marshes and over peach groves.

The wind whistles in my ears, and the world seems to swirl around me.

He didn't fly fast, but every step he took was steady.

His dark robe fluttered in the wind, its phoenix pattern flowing across the fabric.

There are still many places he wants to go.

Kong Xuan landed when he flew over the Kunlun Mountains.

There is a wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

A blue stone lies across the wasteland.

A person was sitting on the bluestone.

The man was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a faded gray robe, and holding a blade of grass in his hand.

The grass stems twirled rapidly between his fingertips.

Kong Xuan landed and stood opposite the man.

The man looked up at him and grinned.

"You're Kong Xuan?"

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

The man held a blade of grass in his mouth and mumbled, "Reaching for the heavens."

Kong Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.

The Master of Heaven.

One of the Three Pure Ones.

All the immortals came to pay homage to the leader of the Jie Sect.

The youngest and sharpest of the saints.

"Is a sage looking for me?"

Tongtian spat out the grass stems, clapped his hands, and stood up.

He wasn't tall, but the moment he stood there, he was like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"I'm not looking for you, I'm waiting for you."

"Laozi and Yuanshi have both met you; I'm the only one missing."

"You possess the aura of Lao Tzu, and also the aura of the Primordial Beginning."

"It's not mine."

"This is inappropriate."

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "This junior greets the Sage."

Tongtian waved his hand impatiently: "Stop with the formalities."

"I have something important to tell you."

He sat down on the bluestone and crossed his legs.

He pointed to the white crack in the sky.

"That thing will keep cracking."

"It can't be closed or shut off in a short time."

"Those things from outside will come back sooner or later."

Kong Xuan nodded: "I know."

Tongtian looked at him: "What do you plan to do?"

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Guard."

"Guard that crack and don't let anything in."

"Once my cultivation is sufficient, I will shatter the cage completely."

"Then, take those who want to leave and go out."

After listening, Tongtian remained silent for a while.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"interesting."

"Lao Tzu said you could succeed, and Yuan Shi said you could succeed."

"I don't believe it."

"I believe it now."

He stood up and patted Kong Xuan on the shoulder.

"Don't shoulder the burden of the cracks alone."

"The three of us old guys won't be watching."

"When the time is right, we will act."

Kong Xuan looked at him, a slight stirring in his heart.

"saint......"

Tongtian waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Don't call him a saint."

"Just call me Tongtian."

"Both Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun want you to call them 'senior,' that's their business."

"I don't have those rules here."

He turned around and stepped into the air.

He took a few steps, then turned back.

"By the way, your supernatural abilities are quite impressive."

"It works great."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Kong Xuan stood there, gazing in the direction where Tongtian had disappeared.

After a long while, he turned and left.

Heading south, they landed on a large marsh.

The island remains, the thatched cottage remains.

Xingtian sat in front of his hut, polishing his axe with a whetstone.

The axe blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, reflecting off his face.

He looked up and saw Kong Xuan, then grinned.

"You're back?"

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

"I'm back."

Xing Tian put down the millstone and carefully examined him.

"It has changed a lot."

"The aura is different."

Kong Xuan gazed at the lake: "I went to the other side of the crevice."

Xing Tian raised an eyebrow: "What's it like over there?"

"It has mountains and water."

"There are flowers and trees."

"Similar to this place, yet slightly different."

"It lacks spiritual energy, yet possesses an indescribable aura."

"It's very comfortable."

Xing Tian listened and remained silent for a moment.

"I want to go."

Kong Xuan turned to look at him: "I'll take you there after I've completely shattered the cage."

Xing Tian gripped his axe and shield tightly, his eyes burning with intensity.

"It's a deal."

Kong Xuan nodded.

The two sat in front of the thatched hut for a while, the wind blowing across the lake, making the water ripple.

Kong Xuan stood up, preparing to leave.

Xing Tian called out to him, "Um..."

Kong Xuan turned around.

Xing Tian scratched the back of his head, showing a rare moment of hesitation.

"If you have time, go to the Witch Clan."

"Tell those old folks that someone went to the place Pangu wanted to return to in his place."

"To put their minds at ease."

Kong Xuan looked at him and nodded.

"good."

They stepped into the air and flew away.

We traveled westward for three days.

The territory of the Witch Clan is located in the western wilderness.

The mountains stretch endlessly, and the wilderness is vast.

The air smelled of blood, earth, and the lingering echoes of war drums.

Kong Xuan landed on a mountaintop.

Below is a village.

Thatched huts are scattered about, and a campfire burns.

The witch warriors were shirtless, holding stone spears and stone axes.

Children were chasing and playing, and women were drying animal hides.

Everything was simple, rugged, and as hard as stone.

Kong Xuan landed in the center of the tribe.

The witch warriors immediately became alert and surrounded them.

An old man emerged from the crowd, his white hair disheveled and his face aged.

He glanced at Kong Xuan, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"The Phoenix Clan?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Kong Xuan."

The old man, leaning on his bone cane, slowly approached.

What are you doing here?

Kong Xuan looked at the old man, and then at the wary faces around him.

"I bring news of Pangu."

Upon hearing this, the entire tribe fell silent.

The crackling of the campfire became exceptionally clear.

The old man gripped his bone cane tightly, his voice trembling.

"What news?"

Kong Xuandao said, "Pangu created the world to return home."

He could not return; he became this world.

"But the thought still lingered."

"I saw that thought."

He said, "Pangu missed home."

The Wu tribe warriors looked at each other, some with tears welling up in their eyes.

The old man's lips trembled, and his bone cane tapped the ground gently.

"Is he...is he doing well?"

Kong Xuan looked at the old man, then at the eyes around him.

Bright, red, and moist.

They were all formed from the essence and blood of Pangu.

They are all children of Pangu.

"good."

He stood on the grass; the wind was strong.

He planted a flower, a white one.

Then he turned and left.

"He left with composure."

The old man closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The firelight flickered, illuminating his face.

Tears silently streamed down her face from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

There were low sobs coming from the tribe.

Kong Xuan did not say anything more.

He turned around and stepped into the air.

The old man's voice came from behind, hoarse but firm.

Thank you.

Kong Xuan did not turn around.

Flying over mountains, flying over vast wilderness.

After traveling for two more days, they landed in a mountain range.

The mountain ranges stretch endlessly, and spiritual energy converges here.

The mountains are dotted with caves and teeming with mythical beasts.

Kong Xuan stopped on a stone peak and stood with his hands behind his back.

This mountain is called Yunmeng Mountain.

There is a great demon in the mountains who has cultivated for 120,000 years and is at the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

Kong Xuan's divine sense swept over, and the aura was meditating deep inside the cave.

Kong Xuan landed in front of the cave entrance but did not knock.

He stood with his hands behind his back.

A moment later, the cave door opened.

A white ape emerged, its body robust and its fur as white as snow.

He looked at Kong Xuan, his gaze calm.

"The Phoenix Clan?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "I was passing by and wanted to ask you something."

The white ape leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over its chest.

"ask."

"Three thousand miles to the north lies a Blackwater Marsh."

"There is a three-headed dragon in the swamp, a peak Quasi-Saint."

What has it been doing lately?

The white ape squinted: "How do you know about Blackwater Swamp?"

Kong Xuandao: "I sensed it when I passed by."

"His aura is turbulent; it doesn't seem like he's cultivating."

"It's like they're preparing for something."

The white ape was silent for a moment, then spoke: "That beast has indeed been causing trouble lately."

"Gather demons from all directions and mobilize troops."

"They said they'd wait until the crack widened further before rushing out from there."

"Go out into the world."

Kong Xuan frowned slightly: "Charge out?"

"With the body of a quasi-saint at the peak, he forcefully broke through the rift."

"The area around the crack retains remnants of Pangu's Dao power; touching it will result in immediate death."

The white ape shrugged: "Who can stop him?"

"That beast has gone mad, believing that the outside world holds endless opportunities."

"He thinks he can become a saint just by going out."

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Understood."

He turned and stepped into the air.

Three thousand miles is but a moment.

The Blackwater Marsh lay before us, its surface as black as ink.

In the center of the marsh, there is a stone platform.

A dragon with three heads and six eyes, its scales and armor jet black, was coiled on the stone platform.

The aura of a quasi-saint peak surged like waves on the water's surface.

Kong Xuan landed on a rock opposite the stone platform.

The three-headed dragon opened all six of its eyes and looked at him simultaneously.

"The Phoenix Clan?"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Kong Xuan."

The middle head of the three-headed dragon slightly raised.

"What are you here for?"

"I advise you not to take that road."

Upon hearing this, the three-headed dragon threw its head back and laughed loudly.

The laughter shook the water, causing it to churn and splash three feet high.

"Trying to persuade me?"

"You, a mere Quasi-Saint at the peak of your cultivation, dare to advise me?"