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

Kong Xuan couldn't make out the shape of those eyes.

All I know is that those eyes were huge, big enough to fill the entire crack.

It's so big that it makes you feel like you're just a grain of sand.

Those eyes were fixed on him, without moving.

Kong Xuan did not move either.

One person, one pair of eyes, faced each other through the white light.

The wind blew through Kong Xuan's robes, making the ink-black robes flutter.

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

He knew that those eyes could strike at any moment.

But he didn't back down.

Behind me lies the primordial wilderness.

It is a peach grove, a great marsh, and the Phoenix Palace.

It is those people, those plants and trees, those mountains and rivers.

If he takes a step back, these things will have to face those eyes directly.

Kong Xuan did not retreat.

Those eyes stared at him for a long time.

The dark red that had been lingering on the horizon began to fade.

It was long before the sunlight pierced through the clouds again.

Those eyes blinked.

Then it slowly retreated, sinking into the dark red.

The dark red color receded like the tide, slowly dissipating from the sky.

The cracks returned to normal, and the white light shone brightly again.

Kong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The golden light overflowing from his body was slowly withdrawn.

Sweat rolled down his forehead.

He raised his hand and wiped it.

Then stand up straight again.

Keep guarding it.

After that day, there were no further unusual occurrences.

The days passed uneventfully.

The wind continues to blow, and the clouds continue to drift.

Occasionally, a butterfly would fly through the crack and land on his shoulder to rest.

He would occasionally take out the dry rations from his pocket, break them into pieces, and feed them to the animals.

The butterfly ate the crumbs and then flew away.

I don't know where it flew to.

Kong Xuan watched the butterfly fly away and suddenly remembered that boy.

That wisp of Pangu's thought, standing at the edge of the woods, waving at him.

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

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze.

He looked down at his hands.

He clenched his fist.

Continue standing.

The wind is still blowing.

The white light is still shining.

He's still here.

Kong Xuan had no idea how long he had been standing there.

The white light in the crack fell and then shone again.

The sea of ​​clouds surged and rolled beneath my feet a thousand times.

He gradually got used to the height.

The wind was strong, the clouds were thick, and the stars seemed within reach.

After the dark red faded that day, the crack remained quiet for a long time.

Occasionally, black mist would drift over, which he would then brush away with his hand.

A few butterflies flew through the white light and landed on my shoulder to rest.

He neither chased away nor kept him.

Once they had rested enough, they flapped their wings and flew into the crevice, disappearing into the light on the other side.

On this day, the white light suddenly flickered.

It's like a pebble hitting the surface of water, causing ripples to spread outwards in circles.

Kong Xuan looked up.

At the center of the ripples, something is taking shape.

It's not big, about the size of a palm.

Its outline is blurred, like a clump of unformed liquid.

The mass slowly rotated in the ripples, gradually solidifying.

It is a bird.

Its entire body is pure gold, and its feathers are like fire.

Its slender tail feathers drooped down, their edges shimmering.

The bird passed through the white light and landed in front of Kong Xuan.

She tilted her head and glanced at him.

Kong Xuan also looked at it.

The bird's eyes were clear and filled with curiosity.

Like a fledgling bird just hatched from its shell, everything is new and exciting to it.

It flew around Kong Xuan once.

As the wings flapped, tiny sparks fell from between the feathers.

The spark floated into the air, flickered a few times, and then went out.

Kong Xuan extended his hand.

The bird landed on his fingertips, its claws gently gripping his skin.

It was warm, with a slight burning sensation.

"Where did you come from?"

The bird tilted its head, as if it didn't quite understand what he was saying.

Kong Xuan did not ask any further questions.

He simply raised his hand slightly to help the bird stand more steadily.

The bird perched on his fingertip for a moment, then shook its feathers.

Then it flapped its wings and took flight, bypassing the edge of the crack, and flew towards the primordial land.

Kong Xuan watched it go.

The crimson-gold mass grew smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

He looked away and continued standing.

A few more days passed.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the crack.

It's very pale, like peach blossoms, or like grass after the rain.

The fragrance carries a few white petals with pale gold edges.

It looks exactly like the flower on the mountaintop.

A petal drifted through the crack and landed in Kong Xuan's palm.

He looked down at the few petals.

Gently gather them in your palm.

The petals were still damp with dew, feeling cool and refreshing.

Kong Xuan closed his palms.

When it opened again, the petals had transformed into a wisp of light and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​light rippled gently, then returned to calm.

That night, the stars shone exceptionally bright.

Kong Xuan stood on a high place, looking down at the vast, untamed land.

Mount Buzhou gleamed with a grayish-white luster under the moonlight.

The Kunlun Mountains stretch like the spine of a giant dragon.

The surface of the East China Sea is covered with shredded silver.

In the distance, a reddish-gold color was slowly flying through the night.

It's that bird.

It didn't go far.

It hovered above the vast, untamed land, as if searching for something.

It's like they're finding their way.

Kong Xuan watched as the crimson-gold ball flew over mountains and rivers, across vast marshes, and landed in a peach grove.

In the peach grove, the sapling has grown into a small tree.

The branches are outstretched and the leaves are emerald green.

The bird landed on the branch, folded its wings, and sat quietly.

The leaves of the sapling swayed gently, as if welcoming new guests.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He remained standing.

And then, who knows how much time has passed.

The sky took on a strange hue once more.

This time it wasn't dark red, it was gray.

The clouds were gray and hazy, like those before a rainstorm.

The grayness spread extremely slowly, but every inch it advanced carried a heavy sense of oppression.

It felt like an entire mountain was slowly pressing down on us.

The white light on the other side of the crack was forced to shrink back by the gray light.

Kong Xuan took a step forward.

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

Golden light overflowed from his body, covering his entire body and weaving a thin curtain of light in front of him.

The gray object stopped before it reached the crack.

It has no eyes and no hands.

It was just a hazy, gray fog, sitting there quietly.

A voice came from within the mist.

Deep, hoarse, like an echo coming from a very far place.

"You are the one who has seen the flowers."

Kong Xuan did not answer.

The mist continued, "That flower was planted by Pangu."

He planted the seeds, watered them, and patted the soil down.

"Then he left."

"Never came back."

Kong Xuan listened without moving.

The edges of the mist churned slightly, as if waiting for something.

Kong Xuan asked, "Who are you?"

The fog remained silent for a while.

"I'm the one who's being kept out."

"When Pangu separated heaven and earth, he locked me out."

"The door is a crack now, I want to peek inside."

Kong Xuandao: "Finished reading?"

The fog remained silent for a while.

"I've finished reading it."

"It's not quite what I expected."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The fog slowly receded, and the hazy gray hue began to fade.

Is that flower still blooming?

Kong Xuandao: "Yes."

The fog paused for a moment, then receded like the tide.

The grayness above the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the deep blue background underneath.

The white light returned.

The cracks have been restored to normal.

Kong Xuan withdrew the golden light and stretched his stiff shoulders.

I've been standing for too long these past few days, and my bones are starting to feel stiff.

He took out his water pouch, took a sip, and then broke off a small piece of dry rations and put it in his mouth.

As I was chewing, I suddenly felt something.

He lowered his head and looked into his sleeve.

The egg was vibrating.

The patterns on the eggshell shone with a faint golden light.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

The energy inside was churning violently.

Kong Xuan took the egg out and held it in his palm.

The patterns on the eggshell flowed like clouds, and golden light seeped out from the cracks.

Click.

A soft sound.

A crack appeared on the eggshell.

Then came the second and third rounds.

Cracks spread out, covering the entire eggshell like a spider web.

Golden light emanated from every crack, turning Kong Xuan's palm a pale gold color.

A cry came from the crack.

Clear and tender, like the first clang of metal.

Then, the eggshell cracked.

A small golden figure leaped out from the fragments and landed in Kong Xuan's palm.

It is a bird.

It is entirely golden, with feathers as fine as velvet.

Although its tail feathers are short, they already bear the curve of a phoenix.

It has a round head, jet-black eyes, and a pointed beak with a trace of egg white on it.

The little bird stood in Kong Xuan's palm and shook its wings.

Then she tilted her head back and called out to him.

"Chirp..."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was as crisp as a pebble falling into a spring.

Kong Xuan looked down at the bird in his palm.

The little bird tilted its head and looked at him.

The man and the bird simply stared at each other.

After a long while, Kong Xuan raised his other hand and gently touched the bird's head with his fingertips.

The little bird squinted its eyes and rubbed against his fingertips.

"The Golden-Winged Roc."

"You're out."

The little bird didn't understand, but it just chirped again.

Kong Xuan placed the bird on his shoulder.

The bird stopped, folded its wings, and perched steadily.

The tiny paws, through the fabric, exuded a slight warmth.

Kong Xuan looked toward the crack.

The white light remains, the wind remains.

It was just a little warmer on my shoulder.

He straightened up and looked into the distance again.

"Walk."

"Let me show you this world."

Kong Xuan stepped off the ground.

The little bird on his shoulder clung tightly to his clothes, tilting its head to look at the sea of ​​clouds passing by below.

The mountains and rivers are like paintings, and the rivers are like ribbons.

The vast, desolate land stretched out below.

The eaves of Fengqi Palace peek out from a distance, revealing a pointed corner.

The immortal volcano is dark and silent.

The mountain gate of West Kunlun is faintly visible in the clouds and mist.

The surface of the lake is like a giant mirror, reflecting the sky.

The branches of the small tree in the peach grove trembled slightly.

The red-gold bird perched on the branch suddenly flapped its wings and took flight.

It flew around Kong Xuan once.

It's like they're saying hello.

The little bird on my shoulder saw its kind and excitedly flapped its wings.

The golden bird flew closer and tilted its head to examine the little creature that had just hatched.

The two birds stared at each other for a moment.

Then the golden bird turned around and flew towards the peach grove.

The little bird on my shoulder didn't follow; it just shook its feathers and settled back down.

Kong Xuan landed in the peach grove.

The sapling has grown to more than a person's height, with straight branches and bright green leaves.

A few flower buds hung on the tips of the branches, small and white.

A golden bird was perched under the tree, preening the feathers on its wings with its beak.

The little bird on my shoulder jumped down, landed on the ground, and stumbled a few steps.

Its claws are still not very steady.

It walked over to the red-gold bird and squatted down next to it.

The golden bird glanced at it but didn't chase it away.

Two birds perched quietly under the tree.

Kong Xuan watched them for a while, then sat down under the tree.

The tree trunk leaned against my back, bending slightly.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on my face in dappled patterns.

The wind blew through the peach grove, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the sea of ​​light was as calm as a mirror.

The will of Pangu, the imprint of Yuanfeng, and the words of Laozi.

They all quietly settled deep within the sea of ​​light.

The cultivation of a Quasi-Saint at its peak is like a full moon hanging in the sky.

Neither profit nor loss.

It's just one step away from achieving Hunyuan (Primordial Chaos).

But that step can't be rushed.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the two little birds squatting together in front of him.

The Golden-Winged Roc is a descendant of the Phoenix Clan, and its bloodline carries the sharp edge of its lineage.

The Crimson Bird came from the other side of the rift.

They came from a place that Pangu longed to return to but could not.

Two birds, one on the left and one on the right, perched beside the tree roots.

Kong Xuan looked at them for a while and then smiled softly.

Then he got up and dusted off his robes.

He looked up and gazed at the distant sky.

The crack was still there, and white light shone like a thread.

He wasn't in a hurry to go back.

I took a walk around the peach grove and looked at the old peach tree.

Nine blood peaches hung on the branch, their color as red as blood.

I looked at the little tree again.

The flower buds on the branches have already begun to open slightly.

The petals are about to bloom, with a faint golden edge.

The golden bird flew back to the branch and perched next to the flower bud.

It's like they're protecting something.

The Golden-Winged Roc shook its wings and staggered back to Kong Xuan's feet.

It touched the top of his boot with its beak.

Kong Xuan looked down at it.

"Walk."

"Let's go back to higher ground."

The little bird flapped its wings but couldn't fly very high, so it could only hop onto his knees and then inch its way up to his shoulder.

Kong Xuan waited for it to stand firm.

He stepped into the air and rose into the air.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the sea of ​​clouds surged beneath my feet.

The crack in the sky was getting closer and clearer.

White light shone down, carrying the scent of grass and trees from that place.

Kong Xuan stopped in front of the crack and stood with his hands behind his back.

The little bird on my shoulder settled down and tilted its head to examine the white light.

The wind rushed out from the crack, stirring its downy fur.

It squinted its eyes and rubbed against Kong Xuan's neck again.

Kong Xuan stood on high ground, as steady as Mount Tai.

Behind me lay the vast, untamed land.

The white light was right in front of him.

He didn't turn around, nor did he move.

Just standing there.

Like a mountain.

When the wind blows, he is there.

The clouds dispersed, but he remained.

A butterfly flew out of the crack and circled around his shoulder.

He raised his finger, letting the butterfly rest its feet.

The butterfly's wings opened and closed gently, then it flew away.

Then, a petal drifted in from who-knows-where and landed in his palm.

He looked at it for a moment, then blew on it gently.

The petals drifted into the distance.

It went with the wind.

I don't know where it fell.

I wonder what kind of flowers will bloom.

Kong Xuan stood high in the sky, with a golden-winged roc perched on his shoulder.

The wind rushed in from the crack, carrying the crisp scent of the grass and trees on the other side.

He has been standing here for who knows how long.

The little bird on my shoulder has grown a bit, and its feathers have changed from pale gold to reddish gold.

Its tail feathers are growing longer, giving it a slight resemblance to a phoenix.

Kong Xuan raised his hand and patted its little head.

The bird's beak gently brushed against his fingertips.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the crack.

Dull, distant, like the lingering sound of a bronze bell sinking into the deep sea.

Kong Xuan looked up.

Deep within the white light, a dark shadow was approaching.

The shadow was enormous, so large that it blocked out half the light from the crack.

It arrived slowly, but every step it took carried a heavy, oppressive feeling.

Kong Xuan took a step forward.

A golden-winged roc on its shoulder spread its wings and landed on a cloud not far away.

They stepped back, but did not run away.

It stared at the dark figure, its eyes shining black, unmoving.

The dark figure stopped at the edge of the crack.

It blocked the white light, leaving only a sliver.

Then, the dark figure spoke.

"You are the one guarding this door."

Kong Xuandao: "Yes."

The shadowy figure remained silent for a moment.

"I'm looking for something."

Kong Xuan asked, "What is it?"

The shadowy figure said, "A seal. A seal left by Pangu."

"That seal was originally deep within the Ruins of Return, but you later took it."

Kong Xuan did not deny it.

The shadowy figure added, "That mark isn't for you."

"It was left by Pangu to suppress me."

"Take it and I'll come out."