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

Kong Xuan reached out and touched the token with his fingertips.

The moment they touched it, the ball of light in their sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

The light intensified, echoing the bluish-green glow on the token.

The patterns on the token lit up instantly, as if they had come to life.

A faint blue light surged into Kong Xuan's fingertips, entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and merged with the ball of light.

Kong Xuan was startled.

Countless fragments flooded my mind, a chaotic jumble.

He closed his eyes and quietly combed his hair.

Some images can be vaguely seen in those fragments.

Before chaos was created, there was no boundless void.

A colossal figure stood in the void, raising its hand to cleave the chaos.

The pure air rises, while the turbid air sinks.

In the beginning of time, heaven and earth were created.

Then, countless years passed, and the scene shattered.

In the end, only one line of words remained, etched at the end of the broken pieces.

"Before chaos was formed, I already existed."

Kong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The token in his hand had turned to dust and disappeared into the seawater.

He looked down at his empty palm, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

Who is that giant shadow?

Who created heaven and earth, Pangu?

But those words were not written by Pangu.

Before chaos was divided, I already existed.

The tone of voice clearly indicates that it belongs to someone else.

Kong Xuan remained silent for a long time, engraving those words into his heart.

Regardless of who it is, there is indeed something else beyond this world.

The great terror that Lao Tzu spoke of may be related to this.

Kong Xuan composed himself and stopped thinking about it.

Thinking about it now is useless. My cultivation level is not high enough, and knowing more will only add to my troubles.

He turned and ascended upwards.

Leave the abyss and return to the sea.

Sunlight streamed down, and the seawater was a clear, deep blue.

Kong Xuan stood on the sea surface, his robes completely dry.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with a calm expression.

The token is destroyed, but the words remain.

Before chaos was divided, I already existed.

One day, he will find the answer.

Kong Xuan rose into the air and left the Western Sea.

Heading east.

He decided to return to Shouyang Mountain.

Xuandu is still there, and some paths have not yet been fully pointed out.

More importantly, he needs to meditate in Shouyang Mountain for a period of time.

The power of the token he had just absorbed was still slowly integrating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He needs to go into seclusion to completely refine it.

Kong Xuanfei flew slowly, stopping and starting frequently.

When you encounter a mountain, appreciate the mountain; when you encounter a river, appreciate the river.

We passed through several villages where ordinary people were working in the fields.

Kong Xuan did not disturb them, but simply watched from a distance for a while.

Ordinary people do not know how to cultivate themselves; they work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Live a simple, yet fulfilling life.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and continued eastward.

Half a month later, Shouyang Mountain was in sight.

The mountain was lush with vegetation, just as it had been when I left.

Kong Xuan landed on the mountaintop, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he found Xuan Du's figure.

Xuandu practiced his sword on the mountainside, the sword flashing, even more fierce than it had been half a month ago.

As if sensing Kong Xuan's return, Xuan Du suddenly looked up, his face filled with surprise, and leaped up to the mountaintop.

"Senior, you're back!"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly: "There has been some improvement."

Xuan Du chuckled: "I practice swordsmanship for three hours every day, without daring to slack off."

Kong Xuan walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down: "Sword, come."

Xuandu handed over the long sword in his hand.

Kong Xuan took it and casually twirled the sword.

The sword energy spread out silently, carving a mark on the stone wall ten feet away.

The marks weren't deep, but the sword intent penetrated deep into the rock wall and lingered for a long time.

Xuan Du leaned closer to take a look and was stunned.

The marks seemed random, but the swordsmanship they contained was several times more exquisite than the results of his half-month of hard practice.

"Watch carefully, and understand deeply."

Kong Xuan returned the sword to him and got up to walk towards his own stone platform.

Xuan Du, holding his sword, squatted in front of the stone wall, his gaze intense.

Kong Xuan sat down cross-legged on the stone platform.

Close your eyes and let your mind sink into your sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of the token that had just been absorbed had been almost completely integrated, and the light orb shone even brighter.

He carefully sensed it and found that the golden lines at the edge of the light cluster were even darker than before.

We're one step closer to the third floor.

Kong Xuan inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy, slowly consolidating his strength.

This sitting has lasted for another hundred days.

One hundred days later, Kong Xuan finished his practice and opened his eyes.

A flash of blue light appeared in his eyes, disappearing in an instant.

The remaining power of the token in the sea of ​​consciousness has been completely refined, the light cluster has stabilized, and the golden patterns are clearly visible.

He stood up, hands behind his back, in front of the cliff, looking down at the mountains.

The distant mountains are like dark eyebrows, and the sea of ​​clouds surges.

Birds flew across the sky, their calls clear and melodious.

Kong Xuan suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried throughout the entire Shouyang Mountain.

"Xuan Du, come up here."

A moment later, Xuan Du rushed over, his breathing slightly disordered.

"What are your orders, senior?"

Kong Xuan did not turn around, but only looked into the distance.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Xuan Du was taken aback: "Leaving again? Senior, it's only been a hundred days since you last returned..."

Kong Xuandao said, "There are some things that need to be done."

Xuan Du opened his mouth, but ultimately did not ask any further questions.

He simply cupped his hands and said, "This junior respectfully sees you off, senior."

Kong Xuan turned around and glanced at him.

"Your sword intent is beginning to take shape; from now on, you must walk your own path."

"Think things through carefully before acting rashly."

Xuan Du nodded emphatically: "This junior has remembered."

Kong Xuan said no more and looked up at the sky.

As dusk deepened, the evening glow spread across half the sky.

The black robe billowed in the evening breeze.

He withdrew his gaze, a sense of peace settling in his heart.

The road of this life is long; he is simply walking it.

Take it one step at a time, steadily.

We don't ask about the destination, nor are we afraid of the mountains and rivers.

As dawn broke, Kong Xuan rose into the air.

Golden lotuses bloom beneath my feet, each step covering a thousand miles.

He neither returned to Shouyang Mountain nor headed west.

This time, he headed south.

In the far south, there are vast marshes and ancient forests that block out the sun.

Deeper still, there was a place he had only heard of in his previous life, but had never set foot there.

That place is called Tanggu.

In Tanggu, there is a Fusang tree, and on the Fusang tree grows a golden crow.

Ten golden crows take turns patrolling the sky, symbolizing the alternation of the sun and moon.

But now, the initial battle between the Lich King and the Ten Golden Crows has just ended, and the Ten Golden Crows have yet to become a force to be reckoned with.

There are only hibiscus trees in Tang Valley, and the space under the trees is empty.

Kong Xuan wanted to go see that hibiscus tree.

According to legend, Fusang is the foremost of all innate spiritual roots.

It is much older than the peach of immortality and the ginseng fruit.

If one could obtain a wisp of Fusang's breath, one could nourish one's supernatural powers.

The third level might arrive sooner.

Kong Xuan traveled south, the mountains and rivers rushing past beneath his feet.

The further south you go, the hotter it gets.

The air was thick with heat, burning the skin.

Kong Xuan didn't take it seriously; his physique at the peak of Quasi-Saint level was impervious to heat and cold.

On the seventh day, a red light appeared on the horizon ahead.

The red light spread across the sky, like a great fire burning on the horizon.

Kong Xuan slowed down, his body suspended in mid-air.

He saw it clearly.

That was a tree.

It is tens of thousands of feet high, and its canopy blocks out the sky and the sun.

The tree trunk was as red as blood, and golden flames flowed among the branches and leaves.

The entire tree canopy was ablaze, but the fire was harmless.

It simply radiates boundless heat and light.

Fuso.

The foremost innate spiritual root, the nest of the Golden Crow.

Kong Xuan landed ten miles away and did not approach.

He didn't rush forward, but instead sat down cross-legged.

The hibiscus tree is surrounded by natural array patterns.

That was the natural imprint of the Great Dao when heaven and earth were first created.

Approaching rashly will result in being strangled by the array patterns.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and slowly extended his divine sense.

Like silk threads, I carefully touched those array patterns.

The array patterns sensed the incoming divine consciousness and lit up slightly.

However, Kong Xuan's divine sense contained no hostility; he simply perceived things quietly.

The array patterns flickered for a moment, then fell silent again.

Kong Xuan did not force his way in; he waited.

The moment the array patterns loosen.

One day, two days, three days.

Kong Xuan sat still, without moving an inch.

On the morning of the fourth day, a crack indeed appeared in the array patterns.

Extremely short, extremely narrow, and fleeting.

But Kong Xuan caught him.

He flashed and disappeared into the gap.

Suddenly, a bright red light appeared before my eyes, and a wave of heat hit my face.

Kong Xuan stood under the hibiscus tree.

The ground beneath his feet was scorching hot, like a furnace, but Kong Xuan was completely unaware.

He looked up at the towering tree that stretched to the sky.

The tree canopy is layered like clouds, and every leaf is burning.

Golden flames leaped and danced, scorching the surrounding space until it distorted slightly.

Kong Xuan reached out and touched the tree trunk.

The tree trunk was scorching hot, yet it also exuded a hint of coolness.

Burning and cold intertwine; life and death coexist.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light trembled violently.

It sensed the presence of Fusang and longed to come like a tidal wave.

Kong Xuan did not hesitate, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy.

A wisp of hibiscus energy flowed into his body through his palm.

It went straight into the sea of ​​consciousness and was swallowed by the ball of light.

The light shone brightly, and the golden lines at the edges suddenly deepened.

It's as if something is quietly awakening.

Kong Xuan was overjoyed.

Really useful.

The nourishment that the Fusang Qi provides to supernatural abilities far surpasses that of ordinary spiritual materials.

He continued to guide and absorb more of the energy of Japan.

The light cluster grew brighter and brighter, and the golden patterns became denser and denser.

Like climbing vines, like intertwined spider webs.

Kong Xuan was so engrossed in absorbing the knowledge that he forgot about time.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt the ball of light suddenly jolt.

Golden light surged, illuminating every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, everything returned to calm.

Kong Xuan looked inward and saw that the light cluster had completely transformed.

Golden patterns are spread across it, like ancient runes.

The third floor is finally complete.

The third level of supernatural power sublimation allows one to access the origin.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, and a golden rune flashed in his pupils.

He looked down at his hands.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of Dao power gathered at his fingertips.

With a slight thought, the power of the Dao changed, and it directly transformed into a wisp of chaotic energy.

Ancient and profound, like the atmosphere before the creation of the world.

The chaotic energy lingered around his fingertips for a moment before slowly returning to the power of the Dao.

Kong Xuan stopped, satisfied.

The supernatural powers of the third level were far stronger than he had imagined.

It can not only elevate one's cultivation, foundation, and comprehension.

It can also directly touch the essence of the Dao and transform the power of the Dao into chaos.

The threshold of becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal is already within reach.

Kong Xuan sat quietly under the hibiscus tree for a while.

It did not absorb any more of the energy from Fusang, thus it did not greedily seek more.

Knowing when to stop is the key to longevity.

He rose and bowed respectfully to the hibiscus tree.

Then, he turned and left.

Pass through the gaps in the array patterns and return to the outside.

The crimson light still blazed brightly, and the hibiscus tree stood silently.

Kong Xuan did not turn around, but rose into the air.

Heading north.

After leaving Tanggu, Kong Xuan did not rush back to the mountain.

He traveled and stopped frequently, seizing opportunities when they arose and fighting against ferocious beasts when they encountered them.

If you encounter a small animal that seems to have a spirit, do not harm it.

Sprinkle a few drops of spiritual dew, consider it a way to establish a good connection.

On this day, Kong Xuan traveled to a valley.

The valley is lush with vegetation and has a babbling brook.

At the bottom of the valley lies a clear pool, its water as green as jade.

The water was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Kong Xuan stopped by the pool.

I looked down at my reflection in the water.

He wore a black robe, had jet-black hair, and a youthful face.

But those eyes have witnessed far too many years.

He suddenly remembered something.

In his previous life, he had also passed through this place.

At that time, there was an old turtle by the pool that had cultivated itself for hundreds of thousands of years.

When the old tortoise saw him, it said something.

"Young man, there is something about you that does not belong to this world."

At the time, Kong Xuan didn't pay attention, thinking it was just a charade.

Looking back now, what the old tortoise said might have been true.

There is something about him that doesn't belong to this world.

To elevate one's supernatural powers.

Where did that thing come from?

Kong Xuan squatted down and reached his hand into the pool.

Ripples spread across the water, shattering the reflection.

He didn't think too deeply about it; his supernatural powers were already his greatest reliance.

No matter where it comes from, just use it.

He got up and continued north.

After another half month of travel, we finally returned to Shouyang Mountain.

The mountains remain the same, the grass and trees remain the same.

Xuan Du was still there, sitting in front of the cave entrance halfway up the mountain, with his sword across his lap.

His head was drooping, as if he were asleep.

Kong Xuan landed in front of him, and Xuan Du suddenly woke up.

"senior?"

He rubbed his eyes, saw who it was, and immediately jumped up.

"Senior, you're finally back!"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly: "What's wrong?"

Xuan Du scratched his head: "Nothing much, it's just that I'm a little bored being alone in the mountains."

Kong Xuan looked at him and suddenly said, "Come with me."

Xuan Du was taken aback: "Leave? Where to?"

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

"Go to Kunlun."

"There's one thing that needs to be settled."

Xuan didn't ask any more questions. He packed a few simple bags, slung his sword over his shoulder, and followed behind Kong Xuan.

The two walked on air and flew towards Kunlun Mountain.

Xuandu was very talkative along the way, asking all sorts of questions.

Kong Xuan would occasionally reply with a word or two, but mostly remained silent.

Xuan Du didn't care and continued talking to himself.

When he got excited, he started gesturing wildly.

Kong Xuan watched his retreating figure, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

In this life, some people have changed.

Some roads have changed.

But this is fine too.

After flying for several days, the Kunlun Mountains came into view.

The mountains are majestic and stretch for thousands of miles.

A spiritual atmosphere pervades the air, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Not much has changed since I left.

But as soon as Kong Xuan reached the foot of the mountain, he sensed something was wrong.

There's a lot more life on Kunlun Mountain now.

It's not from the Three Pure Ones.

There are dozens of them, scattered here and there.

Both Taiyi Golden Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals exist.

There was even an aura of someone in the early stages of a Quasi-Saint realm.

Kong Xuan's gaze darkened slightly as he looked down at the mountain peak.

He extended his divine sense and saw the situation on the mountaintop.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian stood atop the mountain, with dozens of cultivators standing before them.

The cultivators wore different clothes and had varying levels of cultivation, but each of them showed a respectful expression.

The leader, a cultivator at the early stage of Quasi-Saint level, was bowing and speaking to Tongtian.

Tongtian had a smile on his face, but beneath that smile was a hint of helplessness.

Yuanshi stood aside, his face indifferent, without uttering a word.

Lao Tzu remained calm, sitting at the stone table, slowly drinking a cup of water.

Kong Xuan did not rush up, but landed on a cliff and looked around with his hands behind his back.

Xuandu followed behind, peeking out curiously.

"Senior, who are those people?"

Kong Xuandao said, "I've come to become your disciple."

Xuan Du was taken aback: "Become a disciple? Become a disciple of whom?"

Kong Xuan did not answer, but just looked at the mountaintop.

Tongtian seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

His gaze swept over the mountain ridge and landed on the cliff where Kong Xuan was.

Then, Tongtian laughed.

The helplessness from before was gone from that smile; only genuine joy remained.

He abandoned the cultivators, leaped into the air, and arrived.

He landed in front of Kong Xuan and bowed respectfully.

"Senior, you're back!"

Kong Xuan nodded: "Mm."

Tongtian smiled, his eyes crinkling: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He then looked at Xuan Du behind Kong Xuan, his gaze filled with curiosity: "Who is this?"