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

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The seed in my sleeve has sprouted after being planted in the soil.

He thought it came from something on the other side of the crack.

It turns out that the seed was originally left behind by Pangu.

Tongtian stood up and dusted off his robe.

"Alright, the message has been delivered."

"I'm going back to catch up on some sleep."

He turned and walked toward the crack, pausing for a moment as he stepped into the white light.

"Kong Xuan."

"Now that you have that seed, take good care of it."

"Things planted by Pangu are never bad."

After saying that, he stepped into the white light, his gray robe was swallowed by the light, and his figure disappeared there.

Kong Xuan stood still, gazing at the white light.

Then he looked down at the seedling in the clouds.

A night breeze rustled through the leaves.

The gold line at the edge shone for a moment under the stars and moon, like a silent response.

Kong Xuan squatted down.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips landing beside the seedling's roots, without touching the leaves.

"You have one pill left."

He said.

"Over there."

"It's located on a mountaintop."

The seedling's leaves trembled slightly.

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The wind blew through the white light, bringing with it the scent of grass and trees from that side.

Kong Xuan stood up.

The first wisps of gray appeared on the horizon.

Another night has passed.

When the Golden-Winged Roc awoke, the sunlight had already filled the clouds.

He sat up from the cloud pile, rubbed his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Kong Xuan.

The second thing I saw was the seedling.

He rubbed his eyes again.

Has it grown a little taller?

Kong Xuan didn't turn around: "It's a little long."

The golden-winged roc got up, walked over, squatted down, and tilted its head to examine the seedling.

The seedlings have grown taller than last night, and the leaves have grown to the size of a thumb.

The gold lines along the edges were brighter, and the veins, like fine lines drawn with a single stroke, ran from the petiole to the leaf tip.

The Golden-Winged Roc observed for a moment, then looked up: "Can it grow on the other side of the crack too?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

The Golden-Winged Roc did not ask any further questions.

He stood up and brushed the wisps of cloud off his knees: "I'm going to hunt some more."

It spread its wings and flew far away, its crimson gold color disappearing into the horizon of the sea of ​​clouds.

Kong Xuan stood before the crack, the sunlight falling warmly on his shoulders.

He stood there for an unknown amount of time, when he felt a very light touch coming from his sleeve.

He lowered his head and reached into his sleeve.

My fingertips touched that leaf, that tender leaf that drifted in from the crack.

The leaves were slightly warm between his fingertips, as if they had just been exposed to sunlight.

Kong Xuan took it out.

The tender leaves, held in my palm, were a bit darker in color than before.

The edges are slightly curled, as if they are stretching out.

He looked at it for a moment, then put the leaf back into his sleeve.

Another day passed.

A wisp of wind drifted out from the crack, carrying with it a tiny, faint speck of light.

A sliver of light flew through the crack and landed on the seedling's leaf, like a drop of dew.

The leaf dipped slightly, then bounced up again.

The speck of light seeped into the leaf veins and disappeared.

The tips of the seedling's leaves shone for a moment, then returned to normal.

Kong Xuan watched all of this.

It didn't move.

The wind is still blowing.

The white light continued to flow through the crack.

When the Golden-Winged Roc flew back from the south, it was carrying a large silver-scaled fish in its claws.

He landed on the clouds and put the fish down.

"Freshly caught from the river at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."

He tore off a piece of fish and handed it to Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan accepted it.

The two squatted on the cloud and shared the fish.

The fish was very tender, with the cool, refreshing taste of the river water.

After finishing eating, the Golden-Winged Roc tossed the fish bones down into the clouds.

"Big brother."

"I had a dream last night."

Kong Xuan turned his head to look at him.

The Golden-Winged Roc wiped its mouth: "There was a flower in my dream."

"White."

"It grows on the mountaintop."

"The wind was strong, but it didn't fall over."

After listening, Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment.

"Are the flowers in my dream still blooming?"

The Golden-Winged Roc thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

"It's always on."

Kong Xuan nodded.

The Golden-Winged Roc added, "There's another person standing next to that flower."

"I couldn't see his face clearly."

"But he stood very straight."

"About the same as you, big brother."

Kong Xuan did not respond.

The Golden-Winged Roc said nothing more.

He got up and stretched his shoulders and back.

"I'm going to rest for a while."

"I'm sleepy again."

He walked to the cloud pile and lay down against it.

Before closing his eyes, he glanced at the seedling.

"Big brother, wait until it grows up."

"Can it bloom with that kind of flower?"

Kong Xuandao: "I don't know."

"But it will grow taller."

The Golden-Winged Roc chuckled.

Close your eyes, and your breathing gradually becomes steady.

Kong Xuan stood in front of the crack.

Sunlight streamed down from the midday sky, casting golden rays that blanketed the clouds.

The seedlings swayed gently in the light, and the golden lines on the leaves shone with a warm luster.

He looked down at it.

"You still have one seed over there."

He spoke, his voice very soft.

"It will stay open."

"Maybe you'll be able to see it when you're old enough."

The seedling's leaves trembled slightly, as if it understood.

The wind pierced through the white light, carrying the scent of the mountaintop.

The floral scent is very faint, so faint that it's almost undetectable, yet it's definitely there.

Kong Xuan raised his head and looked at the white light.

He stood there, his robes billowing, his figure as imposing as a mountain.

The white light on the other side of the crack was as gentle as ever under the sunlight.

Kong Xuan stood there, looking at the seedlings in the clouds.

It is growing.

The speed was so slow it seemed like it wasn't moving at all, but with each passing day, you could always see some changes.

The leaves have widened a bit, the veins have turned a bit more golden, and the height has increased slightly.

It's as if someone is using the finest brush, one stroke a day, to draw on the clouds.

The wind blew softly.

The breathing of the Golden-Winged Roc in the distance was also long and drawn out.

Kong Xuan stood for a moment, then took out the piece of dried rations from his pocket.

I broke off a small piece, put it in my mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The dry food is hard, but after chewing it for a while, it also has a grain aroma.

He swallowed it, broke off another small piece, and looked down at it.

The seedling's leaves swayed gently in the wind.

He crushed the small piece of dry food and scattered it around the base of the seedlings.

The debris fell onto the cloud fluff and was soaked by the dew.

There are no roots to absorb it, but the debris just stays there.

It's like a ritual.

After he finished doing that, he straightened up.

Suddenly, a white light shone.

It wasn't a dazzling brightness, but a faint one, as if someone had gently adjusted the wick of a lamp.

A petal floated out from the light.

White.

Five pieces.

The edges have a pale gold tint.

Kong Xuan raised his hand and caught it.

The petals fell into my palm, carrying the coolness of dew.

The veins are clearly visible, extending from the tip of the petal to the center.

It's exactly the same as the flower on the mountaintop.

He looked down at it for a long time, then tucked the petals into his sleeve.

There were already leaves, grass stems, feathers, and dried flowers in the sleeve.

Put this piece in, and put it together with the others.

When night falls, the sky is covered with stars.

The seedlings on the clouds shimmered in the starlight, and the dew on the tips of their leaves reflected a small patch of sky.

Kong Xuan sat next to it.

The Golden-Winged Roc was still asleep, its breathing long and even.

Kong Xuan did not sleep.

He stared at the white light for a long time.

Then he spoke a sentence.

"I am here."

The sound was soft, like the wind blowing through the tips of grass.

The white light did not respond.

But the wind came from over there, warm.

Like a sigh.

The next day is dawn.

When the Golden-Winged Roc awoke, the sunlight shone directly on his face.

He sat up with his eyes half-closed and the first thing he saw was Kong Xuan.

The second time I saw the seedlings.

Then he froze.

"It's grown again."

Kong Xuan did not turn around.

The seedlings have indeed grown again.

Two more leaves appeared, overlapping the original one, like a slightly open hand.

The golden veins extend from the center of the leaf, branching out like river tributaries.

The seedling is already three inches tall.

The Golden-Winged Roc walked over, squatted down, and tilted its head to examine it.

"At this rate, it'll reach my knees in a few days."

Kong Xuandao: "How high are your knees?"

The Golden-Winged Roc gestured, chuckled, and didn't reply.

He stood up and stretched.

"I don't want to move today."

"I'll stand here with you."

Kong Xuan glanced at him sideways but didn't chase him away.

The two stood side by side in front of the crack.

Sunlight streamed down from above, falling on their shoulders.

A breeze emerged from the white light, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees from the mountaintop.

The Golden-Winged Roc suddenly said, "Brother, why hasn't that dark figure come these past few days?"

Kong Xuandao: "It's waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the right opportunity."

The Golden-Winged Roc remained silent for a while.

"When will that opportunity come?"

"have no idea."

"Are you afraid it will come?"

Kong Xuan looked at him, and after a moment, said, "Don't be afraid."

The Golden-Winged Roc grinned.

"Then I'm not afraid."

He turned back and looked at the white light.

"Brother, what was that dark figure before?"

Kong Xuan thought for a moment.

"Things that were blocked outside the door when Pangu separated heaven and earth."

"Staying outside the door for too long turns you into a shadow."

The Golden-Winged Roc frowned: "It's been waiting outside for so long. Why not use the main entrance and instead squeeze through this crack?"

"Why didn't it crash into us sooner?"

Kong Xuandao said, "Pangu's power is still there; it cannot be broken."

"Now that the force has shattered, it has finally come to reach out."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded.

"It's quite patient."

Kong Xuan did not respond.

The wind swept across from high above.

The clouds swirled around their feet like a gentle river.

In the distance, in the peach grove, the branches of that small tree swayed gently in the wind.

The golden bird perched on a branch, its wings folded, and it tilted its head as if dozing.

Everything was still, like a painting.

Two more days passed.

A few tiny particles drifted in through the crack.

Like sand, and like ash.

It shimmered faintly, hovered gently in the air for a moment, and then settled at the roots of the seedling.

It seeped into the clouds and disappeared.

The seedling's leaves trembled slightly.

Like taking a sip of water.

The Golden-Winged Roc peered over and looked for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

"Is that fertilizer?"

Kong Xuan shook his head: "I don't know."

"It's like the soil over there."

"It was brought by the wind."

The golden-winged roc squatted beside the seedling and gently touched the soil with its finger.

The clouds were soft and carried a faint warmth.

He withdrew his hand, looked at his fingertips, and found nothing on them.

"That thing over there is coming."

"It's growing too."

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He stood there, watching the dew slowly slide off the seedling leaves.

The day seemed to drag on forever.

As the sunlight moves across the clouds from east to west, the shadows lengthen and shorten.

The Golden-Winged Roc sat for a while, then stood for a while.

Finally, he simply lay down, rested his head on his arm, and gazed at the white light in the sky.

"Brother, do you think this crack will get bigger and bigger?"

Kong Xuandao: "Yes."

"How big?"

"It's so big that you can see over there without having to go through it."

The Golden-Winged Roc remained silent for a while.

"So when it grows big enough to see over there, will we no longer need to guard it?"

Kong Xuan paused for a moment, then said, "Not necessarily."

"Perhaps by then, there will be even more to guard."

The Golden-Winged Roc chuckled.

"That's fine too."

"Anyway, I'll always be following you."

Kong Xuan didn't reply, but his gaze fell on the white light.

A breeze came from the other side, blowing his robes.

The seedling swayed gently in the wind, its leaves tilting slightly toward the white light.

It was as if it was listening to something, or as if it was waving in that direction.

That night, the moonlight was exceptionally bright.

The white light filtering through the crack was tinged with moonlight, giving it a warm and smooth appearance.

A drop of dew clung to the tip of a seedling's leaf, and moonlight shone through the droplet, casting a small patch of light on the ground.

Kong Xuan stretched out his finger and gently touched the drop of dew.

Dewdrops slid down his fingertips and seeped into the clouds.

He withdrew his hand.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the crack.

Kong Xuan looked up.

Deep within the white light, a very faint shadow was slowly approaching.

It's not big, not much bigger than a leaf.

It stopped near the edge of the crack and hovered there.

It's like looking at him.

Kong Xuan did not move.

The shadow paused for a moment, then drifted forward an inch.

It crossed the boundary of the white light and landed on the seedling's leaves.

It is a butterfly.

The wings are pale blue with a very fine gold line around the edge.

The whiskers trembled slightly in the night breeze.

It perched on a leaf, its wings opening and closing gently.

Then it lowered its head and gently touched the leaf veins with its mouthparts.

It looks like they're tasting something.

A moment later, it raised itself, flapped its wings, and took flight.

It flew around the seedling once, then passed through the white light and disappeared.

The Golden-Winged Roc had woken up at some point and sat up, looking at the white light.

"What was it doing just now?"

Kong Xuandao said, "It's like looking at this tree."

The Golden-Winged Roc scratched his head: "What's so interesting about a seedling?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

But he knew that the butterfly wasn't looking at the seedling.

What it is looking at is the aura emanating from this seedling.

That aura emanating from the crack.

The aura planted by Pangu.

Kong Xuan remained silent.

Just standing there.

The night wind surged in from all directions.

His robes were rolled up, their ink-black color gleaming darkly in the moonlight.

The seedling swayed gently in the wind, and dewdrops rolled off its leaves, only to be caught by wisps of cloud.

Silently.

Just like the changes that happen every day in this world.

It doesn't need to be seen, nor does it need to be remembered.

But they are there.

In the wind, in the soil, in the light.

In those tiny, unnoticed corners, they moved forward little by little.

Kong Xuan stood there all night.

The next day at dawn, he saw that the seedling had grown a little more.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then straighten up.

"It will grow."

The Golden-Winged Roc rolled over in the distance and mumbled a response in a daze.

"Um."

"knew."

Several more days passed.

More things began to float in through the crack.

Fine pollen, grass seeds scattered by the wind, a shriveled berry, a broken branch.

Each piece was extremely light and small, as if it had been casually brushed over from the heavens and earth.

It landed on the roots of seedlings, and on the clouds.

Gradually, the cloud patch was no longer a bare white.

It was covered with a thin layer of moss, fine, soft, and with a light green hue.

A few grass seeds were mixed in with the moss, and they had already sprouted.

It is as thin as a needle tip, but it is definitely alive.

The seedlings grow quietly among these tiny lives.

Sometimes the Golden-Winged Roc would squat beside it and watch it motionless for a long time.

"Brother, I always felt that it wasn't an ordinary tree."

Kong Xuandao said, "It wasn't an ordinary tree to begin with."

The Golden-Winged Roc pondered for a moment: "Once it grows up, will I be able to enjoy the shade beneath it?"

Kong Xuan looked at him: "Are you afraid of the heat?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Then why sit under it for shade?"

The Golden-Winged Roc grinned: "That's exactly what I want."

"I want to sit under it and watch the wind blow from over there."

"Let's see if it really is different."

Kong Xuan did not respond.

But after a moment, he said, "I'll sit with you then."

The Golden-Winged Roc hummed in agreement, its smile deepening.

The wind rushed out from the crack and passed between the two.

The seedling's leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if nodding.