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

Kong Xuan did not answer.

Yuanshi Tianzun did not say anything more.

He raised his hand and swept it across the void, leaving a cyan light imprint.

It floated three feet away from Kong Xuan.

"If that dark figure comes again, this seal will shield you."

"That's enough, enough for you to catch your breath."

Kong Xuan cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly and descended on a cloud.

The figure in green disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, vanishing without a trace.

The Golden-Winged Roc approached the blue seal and poked it.

The blue seal rippled slightly but did not dissipate.

"The sage just left these things here like that? Aren't you afraid I'll break them?"

Kong Xuandao said, "You can't break it."

The Golden-Winged Roc withdrew its hand and curled its lip.

Several more days passed.

A sudden gust of wind surged from the edge of the crack.

The wind carries the fragrance of flowers and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

A golden bird flew out from the white light and landed on Kong Xuan's shoulder.

A bird held a tender leaf in its beak and placed it in his palm.

There is a line of extremely fine writing between the veins of the leaf, like dew that has condensed and is about to dissipate.

...He's coming.

Kong Xuan looked at those four words.

The writing vanished in an instant, and dewdrops fell into my palm, cool and refreshing.

The golden bird perched on his shoulder.

She tilted her head, as if waiting for his response.

"knew."

The golden bird let out a soft cry and spread its wings to fly back into the crevice.

The white light swallowed its form.

The Golden-Winged Roc crouched not far away, watching everything unfold.

"What did it say?"

Kong Xuan said, "The dark figure is coming."

The golden-winged roc stood up abruptly, its hands clenched into fists.

Golden light sparkled between his knuckles: "When?"

Kong Xuan looked toward the white light.

The wind rushed out from the crack, carrying a belated sense of stagnation.

Like the moment before a storm, when the world suddenly becomes quiet.

"Soon."

The shadowy figure arrived faster than expected.

The white light in the crack suddenly dimmed for a moment that day, like a candle flame being suppressed by the wind.

When Kong Xuan looked up, the dark figure had already reached the edge of the crack.

It was closer than the previous three times, so close that I could see the outline clearly.

It was an amorphous mass of black, its edges churning like boiling water.

A rough texture is faintly visible in the black, like old tree bark or scales.

The dark figure stopped at the edge of the white light and did not move forward.

It looked at Kong Xuan through that thin veil of light.

Kong Xuan also looked at it.

The Golden-Winged Roc leaped from the clouds and landed beside him, golden feather blades condensing in its palm.

Tiny flames flickered along the edge of the feather blade, scorching hot.

Kong Xuan pressed down on his shoulder.

The Golden-Winged Roc glanced at him but didn't move.

The shadowy figure spoke. The voice was lower than before, like a stone rolling underwater.

"I'm not leaving today."

Kong Xuan did not respond.

The dark figure moved forward half an inch, and the white light emitted a very slight tremor.

"You've stood behind that white light for so long, have you ever thought about something?"

Kong Xuandao: "What is it?"

"Whose door are you guarding?"

"Pangu's Gate."

The shadowy figure remained silent for a moment. Its edges twitched, as if it were organizing its thoughts.

"When Pangu separated heaven and earth, he closed that door himself."

He locked me out and himself inside.

He's dead, but the door remains. But you took my seal.

"That seal was used to suppress me. If you take it, I will be free."

"But have you ever considered that the seal is also a lock?"

If you take the lock, the door won't close properly.

"The gate you're guarding is no longer the one that stood at Pangu's pass."

The Golden-Winged Roc suddenly spoke, its voice hard and crisp: "Enough talk, are we going to fight or not?"

The shadowy figure didn't look at him. It kept its eyes fixed on Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment before speaking, "When I received the seal, no one told me what it was."

The shadowy figure said, "Now you know."

Kong Xuan nodded: "Understood. And then?"

The edges of the shadowy figure churned more violently.

"Then give me the seal. I go back, and the door is locked again. Everything is the same as before."

Kong Xuandao: "The same as before?"

"Same as before."

Kong Xuan stared at the dark figure, then at the white light shining through the crack.

There was wind in the light, the scent of grass and trees, and the traces of the golden bird that had flown by.

He said, "Have you seen that flower before?"

The shadowy figure paused. "What flower?"

"The flower that Pangu planted. White, with five petals."

The shadowy figure remained silent for a long time. So long that even the wind stopped.

So long that the Golden-Winged Roc gripped its feather blades tightly and then loosened them, gripped them tightly and then loosened them again.

"Never seen it before."

Kong Xuandao: "Then it won't be the same as before."

You've never seen it before, but now you know.

The flowers are still blooming.

The shadowy figure remained silent.

But its edges began to shrink, tightening little by little, like a clenched fist.

It took a step forward. That step crossed the edge of the white light.

A corner of the shadowy figure peeked into the crack and landed three feet away from Kong Xuan.

When that corner landed, a muffled thud echoed from the void, like a heavy object hitting a thick wooden board.

The golden-winged roc moved.

The feather blade slashed down, striking the dark shadow.

A soft hissing sound, like a knife slicing through water.

The feather blade sliced ​​through the shadow, but the shadow closed up again.

There were no wounds, no marks.

The Golden-Winged Roc gritted his teeth, sheathed his blade, and slashed again, but Kong Xuan blocked his way.

"Step back."

The Golden-Winged Roc paused for a moment and took a step back.

The shadowy figure stopped three feet away and did not move forward.

It only peeked out from the corner, as if testing the waters, as if observing.

Kong Xuan's body radiated golden light, forming a thin layer that shielded him.

When the golden light touched the edge of the shadow, it made a slight hissing sound.

Like water poured onto hot iron.

The edges of the shadowy figure curled slightly in the golden light, but did not retreat.

It stopped there.

"You can't hold out for long."

Kong Xuandao: "How long is considered long?"

The shadowy figure did not answer.

That corner began to slowly advance forward, one inch, two inches.

The golden light was pressed inward, like a bamboo strip bent by a heavy object.

The Golden-Winged Roc stepped forward again, its feathers brimming with light, and slashed down fiercely.

This time it was much heavier than before, and the flames at the edge of the feather blade surged, like a small sun.

A gap was slashed open in the shadowy figure, but the gap only lasted for a moment before closing up again.

The Golden-Winged Roc felt numbness in its tiger's mouth and shook its hand.

"This thing is off-limits."

The shadowy figure moved in another inch.

They were only two feet away from Kong Xuan.

The golden light was compressed thinner and thinner, and fine cracks began to appear at the edges.

Kong Xuan's complexion was normal, but there was a thin layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

The blue seal left by the Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly lit up.

The blue light, like a sword, pierced straight into the core of the dark shadow.

The dark figure was struck by the blue light and recoiled sharply.

That corner receded from the edge of the crack, shrinking back out of the white light.

The entire dark mass surged violently, like a scalded hand.

The blue light lasted for three breaths before slowly dissipating.

The blue seal dimmed and floated in the void, its patterns slightly cracked.

But the shadowy figure had already retreated from the crack and disappeared beyond the white light.

It stopped at the edge, and the edge churned more violently than before.

"When that seal shatters, you'll be all alone."

Kong Xuan withdrew the golden light and stood with his hands behind his back.

"And me."

The churning at the edge of the shadow suddenly stopped.

It seemed to be stunned.

Then it saw that on both sides of the crack, above the sea of ​​clouds, people had gathered.

In the direction of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun stands with his hands behind his back.

In the direction of Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader leaned against a cloud, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers.

From the direction of Shouyang Mountain, Laozi's figure appeared above the clouds, his robes fluttering in the wind.

In the direction of the East China Sea, Ao Xin, dragging his dragon body, hovered in mid-air.

In the great southern marshland, Xing Tian stood with his axe raised, his fighting spirit as fierce as the blazing sun.

On the summit of Mount Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West, dressed in white, was as pure as snow.

Even more figures are arriving from all directions.

The elders of the Wu tribe stood on the clouds, leaning on bone canes.

The remaining members of the Phoenix Clan hovered in the sky, their wings outstretched.

And then there were those demon cultivators and rogue cultivators who appeared briefly in the text...

The white ape stood atop the mountain peak.

The three-headed dragon floated above the Blackwater Marsh.

The old tortoise poked its head out from a corner of Nanming City.

The old woman from Luofeng City pushed open the door of the Phoenix Shrine.

All eyes in the entire primordial wilderness were focused here.

They all converged before that white light.

They all gathered behind Kong Xuan.

The shadowy figure stared at the group of people and remained silent for a long time.

The edges no longer surged, but slowly contracted.

Like an open mouth that has finally closed.

"So that's what you were waiting for."

Kong Xuandao: "I didn't wait. I just stood there."

"If you stand there long enough, someone will naturally come."

The shadowy figure remained silent.

It slowly retreated, disappearing into the depths of the white light, into that dark red.

When it reached the very back, it paused for a moment.

"Is that flower still blooming?"

Kong Xuandao: "Yes."

The shadowy figure asked no more questions and sank completely into the dark red.

The white light returned.

The crack returned to normal, and the wind rushed in from the other side, carrying the scent of flowers and grass.

Kong Xuan stood before the crack, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind me stretched the vast wilderness.

He glanced back.

Xing Tian grinned at him and swung the axe around.

Tongtian leaned against the clouds and nodded to him.

Lao Jun did not speak, but his gaze fell on Kong Xuan, and he nodded slightly.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned around.

Gazing at that white light.

With a slight movement on its shoulder, the Golden-Winged Roc landed back in its original position and folded its wings.

In the distance, amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a crimson-gold bird was circling, its wingtips shimmering in the sunlight.

Further away, the saplings in the peach grove have unfurled their new leaves, their branches trembling gently in the wind.

Those flowers, those grasses, those people, those mountains...

They're all there.

Kong Xuan stood on a high place, with the wind rushing in from all directions.

His black robe billowed, but he remained motionless.

He gazed at the white light, at the direction in which the boy was waving in the light and shadow.

He slowly uttered five words.

"I'm here."

The wind pierced through the cracks, through the sea of ​​clouds, and across the entire land behind him.

Carrying those words, it drifted into the distance.

Kong Xuan stood high in the sky, while the figures behind him gradually dispersed.

Xing Tian, ​​carrying his axe, descended from the clouds. Before leaving, he glanced back but said nothing.

The Master of Heaven held the grass stem in his mouth, slowly walked down from the clouds, and his figure disappeared into the direction of Biyou Palace.

Laozi was the first to leave, leaving only his back view.

Kong Xuan did not turn around. He stared at the white light.

A moment later, the Golden-Winged Roc nudged his shoulder: "Brother, let's go."

"Um."

"Let's go down and rest for a while; it's windy here."

Kong Xuan thought for a moment and nodded.

The two descended through the air, passing through the clouds and the wind.

The vast, untamed land unfolds beneath our feet, with mountains and rivers resembling the lines on our palms.

The Golden-Winged Roc walked ahead, glanced back at him, and then turned back again.

"On that hill over there, I roasted a lamb, and it's still warm."

Kong Xuan didn't speak, and followed him to the top of that mountain.

There was indeed a fire burning on the mountaintop, and a whole roasted lamb was placed beside it, its fat dripping and sizzling.

There was also a pot of wine next to it, the kind of fruit wine from Nanming City.

The Golden-Winged Roc sat down, tore off a leg, and handed it to Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan took it and took a bite.

The meat was hot, but fragrant.

The two sat there, the wind blowing up from the foot of the mountain, carrying the scent of grass and trees.

The crack overhead was still there, with white light like a line stretching across the sky.

The Golden-Winged Roc swallowed a mouthful of meat and looked up at the white light.

"Big brother, will that thing come back?"

"meeting."

"When?"

"have no idea."

The Golden-Winged Roc remained silent for a while, then tore off another piece of meat and put it in its mouth.

As he chewed, he said, "Then I'll hurry up and cultivate."

Next time it comes, I'll chop it down.

Kong Xuan glanced at him but said nothing.

After finishing the sheep, Kong Xuan stood up.

The Golden-Winged Roc buried the fire, dusted off the ashes on his hands, and followed behind him.

The two walked on air, heading south.

After walking for half a day, they landed in a peach grove.

The peach grove remains the same.

Eight blood peaches, as red as blood, hung on that old peach tree.

The trees next to it have grown taller, with straight branches and emerald green leaves.

The red-gold bird perched on the branch, preening its wings with its beak.

Seeing Kong Xuan land, the Crimson Golden Bird tilted its head.

The Golden-Winged Roc walked over and reached out to touch it, but the Crimson-Gold Bird flapped its wings and flew up to a higher branch.

The Golden-Winged Roc clicked its tongue and withdrew its hand.

Kong Xuan sat down under the tree, leaning against the trunk.

The wind swept through the peach grove, and the petals fluttered down.

It landed on my shoulder, on my knee, in my palm.

He opened his palm and looked at the petals in his hand.

Pink, thin, with slightly curled edges.

After watching for a while, I gently blew a whistle. The petals floated up and drifted away on the wind.

The Golden-Winged Roc sat down beside him, crossed his arms behind his head, and looked up at the sky.

The white crack in the sky shone quietly.

"Big brother."

"Um."

"How long do you think Pangu stood there back then?"

Kong Xuan thought for a moment: "I don't know."

"Is he tired?"

Kong Xuan remained silent for a while.

"tired."

"But he didn't let go."

The Golden-Winged Roc did not reply.

The two sat there, the wind blowing through the peach grove, petals falling all over them.

Several days later, Kong Xuan got up and returned to his high place.

The Golden-Winged Roc did not come this time, saying he wanted to take advantage of this time to travel around the prehistoric world.

He flew south, his golden wings spreading out, drawing a crimson-gold arc in the sunlight.

Kong Xuan watched him leave into the distance, then stepped into the air and ascended.

The crack remains. The white light flows as before.

Kong Xuan stood still before the crack, his hands behind his back.

The wind surged in from all directions, fluttering the black robe.

The small white flower on the lapel had withered, its petals curled into a pale brown clump.

But it's still there, it hasn't fallen.

He glanced down at it but didn't take it off.

A few days later, a gentle breeze drifted in through the crack.

A few tender leaves, so green and translucent, swirled in the wind, as if they had just been picked from the branches.

A tender leaf drifted through the crack and landed in front of Kong Xuan.

He reached out and caught it.

A drop of dew clung to the leaf, feeling cool and refreshing.

Kong Xuan tucked the leaf into his sleeve.

After that, the crack remained quiet for a long time.