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

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze.

It took off and flew eastward.

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

He flew slowly, but very steadily.

The black robe billowed and rustled in the wind.

The further east you fly, the scarcer the spiritual energy becomes.

But the ancient aura in the air grew stronger and stronger.

It was as if something was waiting for him ahead.

After flying for three days, Kong Xuan finally saw a vast sea ahead.

East China Sea.

The sea is a deep blue and stretches to the horizon.

The sea breeze howled, stirring up thousands of waves.

Kong Xuan didn't linger and plunged directly into the sea.

The seawater parted automatically, making way for the road.

He sank down, passing through shallow waters and deep waters.

It grew darker and quieter below.

Even the fish have vanished without a trace.

Kong Xuan extended his divine sense with all his might, searching for the source of that fluctuation.

The thread among the fragments of the token drew his consciousness, pointing it in a certain direction.

He followed that direction and traveled along the seabed for an hour.

Suddenly, a trench appeared ahead.

The ravines are deep and dark, like a wound that has split open in the earth.

Kong Xuan landed on the edge of the ravine, looking down.

The bottom of the ravine was pitch black; any divine sense that probed down was swallowed up by more than half of it.

But he sensed that the source of that fluctuation was below.

Kong Xuan leaped down.

His body plummeted rapidly, seawater brushing against his robes.

The temperature around us was dropping rapidly, and it was bitterly cold.

Kong Xuan didn't take it seriously, and his protective Daoist power circulated throughout his body.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, my feet finally touched solid ground.

He steadied himself and looked around.

The bottom of the ditch is a wide flat area covered with milky white fine sand.

The sand grains are as fine as powder, emitting a faint glow.

Kong Xuan lifted his foot and stepped onto the fine sand.

The shallow footprints left on the sand were quickly smoothed out by the receding tide.

He walked forward for more than a hundred feet.

Ahead, in the middle of the sand, stands something.

That was a pillar.

The pillar is about ten feet tall and is entirely gray-white.

The surface has no texture or engravings.

It's just an ordinary piece of stone pillar, like something casually placed there.

But the moment Kong Xuan saw it, the ball of light in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

The golden patterns shone brightly, as if they had been ignited.

A powerful pressure emanated from that pillar.

Ancient, profound, as if it came from the very source of time.

Kong Xuan approached and reached out to touch it.

My fingertips touched the pillar; it was cool and smooth.

Then, a voice surged into my mind.

The sound was ancient and indistinct, as if it came from a very distant place.

"You managed to find this place...that's good."

Kong Xuan withdrew his hand, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"Who are you?"

The voice paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Me?"

"I am the one who left that token."

"Also the first... person to wake up."

Kong Xuan was startled: "The first one to wake up?"

The voice said, "In the beginning of chaos, all things were still."

"I was the first to open my eyes in that chaos."

"I walked for a long time and saw a lot."

Finally, I left behind a token.

"Wait for those who come after to find it, to find this place."

Kong Xuan was silent for a moment: "What are you trying to say by leaving the token?"

The voice remained silent for a long time.

So long that Kong Xuan thought it would never speak again.

Then the sound rang out again, softer than before.

"This world is not the end."

"Beyond chaos, there is something else."

"I went there, but I didn't come back."

"If you want to know the answer... then come and find it yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-white light on the pillar suddenly dimmed.

That ancient aura receded like the tide.

The pillar turned into a handful of fine sand, which scattered in the trench.

Kong Xuan stood still, looking down at the fine sand beneath his feet.

After a long while, he bent down and scooped up a handful of sand.

Grains of sand slipped silently through the fingers.

He straightened up and stood with his hands behind his back.

Beyond the chaos, there is something else.

That person went and never came back.

Kong Xuan looked up, across the dark seawater, and gazed at the unseen sky above.

But he already had a direction in his heart.

He turned and rose towards the sea.

The seawater parted at my side, and the light and shadow gradually brightened.

Sunlight pierced through the sea, casting a golden glow.

Kong Xuan emerged from the water and stood on the East Sea.

The wind was strong and the waves were high.

Yet his figure remained as steady as a mountain.

He gazed at the eastern horizon, his eyes calm and resolute.

The dark robe fluttered in the sea breeze.

He knew in his heart that the road ahead was still long.

But he was already on his way.

That's enough.

Kong Xuan stood on the East China Sea, the sea breeze billowing his black robe, making it flutter loudly.

He looked down at the fine sand remaining in his palm.

The sand grains were grayish-white, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

The ancient atmosphere is gone, but the voice still echoes in my ears.

Beyond the chaos, there is something else.

He went, but never came back.

Kong Xuan clenched his fingers, and grains of sand slipped through his fingers.

Rolled up by the sea breeze, they scattered into the waves.

He didn't look back, and walked on air.

Heading west.

The sea receded rapidly beneath my feet, turning from azure to bluish-gray, and from bluish-gray to a vast expanse of gray.

Kong Xuan flew for three days, and a bluish-green hue appeared on the horizon ahead.

It is land.

He slowed down and landed on a reef.

Waves crash against the rocks, splashing water droplets like shattered jade.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the coastline.

There are mountains on the shore, not high, but they stretch out in a continuous range.

At the foot of the mountain lies a fishing village, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys.

A place where ordinary people live together.

Kong Xuan watched for a while, but did not approach.

Turn around and head south along the coastline.

After walking for half a day, a small town appeared ahead.

The city was not large; its walls were made of rammed earth, and several faded flags were planted on top of them.

There were guards at the city gate, lounging against the wall, dozing off.

Kong Xuan did not enter the city, but instead bypassed it.

He sensed a presence within the city.

Though faint, it possessed a certain peculiarity.

He was neither a demon nor a cultivator, yet he was different from ordinary mortals.

The aura was like something throbbing slightly in its slumber.

Kong Xuan stopped and extended his divine sense.

They passed through the city walls, through the streets and alleys, and landed in a house.

The family's yard wasn't big, and they had a jujube tree planted there.

An old man, about seventy or eighty years old, with white hair, was sitting under the tree, shelling beans.

His movements were slow, as if each bean required all his strength.

But his eyes were extremely bright.

It doesn't have the radiance one would expect from someone nearing the end of their life.

Kong Xuan withdrew his divine sense and did not enter the city.

He turned and continued south.

That aura wasn't what he was looking for.

He already had a direction in mind.

The token's guidance and the pillar's whisper both point east.

There are no more clues left in the East China Sea.

The voice said that he went beyond the chaos and never returned.

Kong Xuan wanted to know how he got there.

Where did you go?

How long did we walk? What did we see?

But Zhu Zi did not answer these questions.

It left only one direction.

Beyond the chaos.

Kong Xuan walked for a day and a night.

It stopped in front of a barren mountain.

The mountain is not high, but it is full of jagged rocks.

The vegetation is sparse, with only a few short pines peeking out from the cracks in the rocks.

Kong Xuan found a recessed stone cave halfway up the mountain.

The cave isn't deep, but it's enough to shelter us from the wind and rain.

He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light hung still, its golden patterns on the edges slowly flowing, flickering like breath.

Kong Xuan immersed himself in it.

He began to sort out everything he had gained over the past few days.

The token, the pillar, that voice.

And then there's the line, "Before chaos was divided, I already existed."

Fragments were pieced together in his mind.

The picture that can be pieced together is always missing a piece.

Like an unfinished scroll, the last section has been torn off.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, the golden light in them fading.

He didn't know what was missing, but he knew the answer wasn't in the primordial chaos.

The voice made it clear that there was something beyond the chaos.

He went, but never came back.

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the stone cave.

The night was deep, and the sky was full of stars.

He looked up and saw the Milky Way stretching across the sky like a ribbon of light.

Previously, he only felt that the Milky Way was magnificent and eternal.

But looking at it now, it seems that something is calling from the other side of that galaxy.

It was very light, very distant, like a breath from the edge of the world.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and sat down at the cave entrance.

A mountain breeze blew by, its chill penetrating to the bone.

He did not use his internal energy to resist, letting the wind brush against his cheeks.

This sitting lasted for three days.

Three days later, Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

He made a decision.

He's going to the edge of chaos.

This is no longer the superficial travel I've seen before, but a deeper exploration.

Delve into the chaos, to find the path the voice spoke of.

But his current cultivation level is not high enough.

The peak of Quasi-Saint level is already top-tier in the Primordial World, but it is still insufficient when facing the unknown depths of Chaos.

He needs a breakthrough.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

He had already seen that door.

A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door; it was just a matter of pushing it open.

Kong Xuan stood up, his black robe billowing.

He raised his hand and took something out of his sleeve.

The essence of the Taotie, the remaining energy of Fusang, and some scattered spiritual materials.

He had been saving these things for a long time.

Today, he will use it all up.

Kong Xuan held the ball of crimson blood in his palm and began to circulate his internal energy.

The essence and blood transform into a heat flow that surges into the body, scorching the meridians and tempering the muscles and bones.

The heat surged like a torrent of subterranean fire.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and landed on the stone surface, making a sizzling sound.

However, Kong Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and his breathing was steady.

Next, he guided the energy of Fusang into his body.

The aura was both scorching and chilling, intense yet gentle.

After entering the meridians, it intertwined and collided with the heat of the Taotie's essence and blood, producing bursts of muffled sounds.

Kong Xuan's body trembled slightly, and his robes billowed even without wind.

He ignored everything and continued to practice his cultivation technique.

Spiritual energy surged in from all directions, flowing into every part of the body.

The power within his body surged like a tide, repeatedly washing over that invisible gate.

Once, twice, three times.

The door remained completely still.

Kong Xuan's mind stirred, and a ball of light shone in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Golden patterns flowed, and light poured down.

Supernatural powers are activated, elevating oneself.

The ball of light shone brightly, like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky.

Golden light surged into his meridians, merging with the power of the Dao.

The power of the Dao became solid and sharp.

Like thousands of steel needles, they all pierced that doorway.

The door hummed, and cracks spread.

Kong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The power within his body surged like water bursting its banks, crashing violently against the door.

boom!

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

The portal shattered, and light poured in.

Chaotic energy poured out from the crack, flooding into the limbs and bones.

Every meridian is trembling, and every bone is being reshaped.

Kong Xuan shuddered, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ball of light flickered intensely, its edges swirling with golden patterns like a flowing river.

An indescribable, mysterious feeling rose from my dantian and spread throughout my body.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

It became.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and quietly felt the earth-shaking changes within his body.

The meridians are as wide as rivers and seas, and the power of Tao flows like the Milky Way.

His divine sense surged, covering tens of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, and millions of miles.

Mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, wind and clouds.

Everything is within perception, every detail is clearly visible.

Deeper still, he could sense the workings of the universe.

Those great roads, like invisible threads, intertwine throughout the entire primordial wilderness.

Within reach, within sight.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of chaotic energy passing through them.

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

As the power of Dao flows, one can vaguely see the surging of chaos.

The biggest difference between a Primordial Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint.

That is, the power of the Dao has transformed into chaotic energy.

Although it was only a wisp, that wisp of chaotic energy contained the most primordial power.

Kong Xuan withdrew his hands and stood with his hands behind his back in front of the cave.

The mountain wind remains the same, the grass and trees remain the same.

But in his eyes, everything was different.

The textures of the rocks, the veins of the plants, and the ethereal dust drifting in the wind.

They all become clearly visible, like the lines on the palm of your hand.

He looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, the stars remain the same.

But at this moment, he could see the hair-thin gaps between the stars.

A faint light peeks through the cracks, more ancient and deeper than starlight.

Kong Xuan stared for a long time before turning his gaze away.

He should go.

Now that this matter is settled, it's time to find that path.

Kong Xuan stepped into the air and rose into the air.

Golden lotuses bloom beneath my feet, their petals like jade, shimmering with light.

One step forward, and you've traveled a thousand miles.

Mountains and rivers sweep past beneath our feet, and streams appear as thin lines.

He walked slowly, each step landing steadily.

After the breakthrough, my mind was at peace with a touch of certainty.

Around noon, a mountain appeared ahead.

The mountains are majestic, shrouded in clouds and mist.

Kong Xuan recognized him as Kunlun.

He didn't stop, but swept past the mountaintop.

He only glanced down at it.

Halfway up the mountain, Tongtian was teaching his disciples swordsmanship.

Xuan Du stood to the side, also holding a sword in his hand.

Aqing sat under the shade of a tree, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Business as usual.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and continued westward.

After flying for half a day, a wasteland appeared ahead.

The wilderness is vast, with yellow dust filling the sky.

At the edge of the wasteland, there was a hazy curtain of light, like a curtain of the sky falling down.

On the edge of chaos.

Kong Xuan landed in front of the light curtain.

The gray light surged, like a flowing wall.

Behind the wall lies chaos.

Boundless and endless, surging ceaselessly.

Kong Xuan reached out and touched the gray curtain.

The moment the fingertips touched it, a ball of light flickered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A crack appeared in the gray curtain, as if in response to his call.

Kong Xuan lifted his foot and stepped inside.

My vision went dark for a moment, then brightened again.

chaos.

The hazy air currents surged about everywhere, without any sense of up or down, left or right.

Everything was as usual, just like the last time I came.

But the Kong Xuan of this moment is no longer the Kong Xuan of the past.

The power of the Primordial Golden Immortal circulated within his body, and his divine sense reached out, covering tens of thousands of miles.

The undercurrents and hidden dangers within the chaos.

In his eyes, it was no longer blurry.

Kong Xuan chose a direction and began to walk on air.

There were no golden lotuses beneath their feet, but they were automatically lifted up by chaotic energy.

With each step he took, the chaotic air currents parted on their own and then converged behind him.

Kong Xuan walked slowly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

He strained his senses to search for the "path" the voice had spoken of.

But the chaos was boundless, and after walking for three days, they still found nothing unusual.

There were no pillars, no tokens, and no trace of human intervention.

Only the chaotic energy surged silently.