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

Above the ruins of Zixiao Palace, Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze from Chaoge.

A faint hint of surprise flickered in those deep, ancient eyes.

Emperor Xin...

The emperor, who had been manipulated by Zhunti and lived in a daze for many years, did not do anything to appease the feudal lords or stabilize the court after regaining his senses.

Instead, we should use the fate of the Shang Dynasty as fuel and the will of hundreds of millions of people as fire to ignite the flame of humanity and prove ourselves as saints of humanity.

"That's quite a bold move."

Kong Xuan murmured to himself, his voice calm but tinged with admiration.

If Emperor Xin truly succeeds, the prehistoric human race will have a sage who truly belongs to him, an emperor who does not rely on the Heavenly Way or the Earthly Way, but is purely born from the Way of Humanity.

At that time, the human race will completely break free from its fate as a pawn of immortals and gods, and truly stand tall among the myriad races of the primordial world.

Unfortunately...

"If not for being outmaneuvered by a sage during a great eon, how could Xiqi, with its capabilities, have possibly shaken the Shang Dynasty in the slightest?"

Kong Xuan shook his head slightly.

When Emperor Yi passed the throne to Emperor Xin, the Shang Dynasty was showing signs of decline, but its foundations remained intact.

The court produced many capable civil and military officials, such as Wen Zhong, Shang Rong, Bi Gan, and Huang Feihu, all of whom were exceptional talents.

Although the feudal lords in the four directions harbored disloyal intentions, they could only lie low under the intimidation of the powerful Shang army.

If it weren't for the poems of Nuwa Palace disturbing his mind, Su Daji bewitching his spirit, and Zhunti secretly manipulating and ruining the nation's fortune... how could Ji Fa of Xiqi have raised an army to attack Shang?

How could Jiang Ziya, a mere mortal, possibly persuade the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to set up the Ten Deadly Formations and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation?

Ultimately, the Investiture of the Gods was an unequal game from the very beginning.

Heaven makes its moves, and sages wield the pieces. The Yin Shang and Xi Qi are merely two pieces, one black and one white, on the chessboard; the outcome was already predetermined.

And Di Xin was that piece that had been painted with color and was destined to be eaten.

"Unfortunately, the players have changed now."

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He stopped thinking about it and turned to look at the Taoist Yangmei beside him.

Yang Mei held a jade-green bamboo staff, and Dao patterns flowed around her, firmly sealing off this void gap.

Hongjun and the Four Sages were all trapped in a spatial cage, unable to move.

"This place is now in your care, fellow Daoist."

Kong Xuan slowly opened his mouth:

"Is it absolutely certain that everything will go perfectly?"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Yangmei's expression turned solemn, and he quickly cupped his hands and bowed.

"Rest assured, senior, everything will be foolproof."

His posture was respectful and his tone sincere, without the slightest arrogance of a reincarnated Chaos God.

Having witnessed Kong Xuan's terrifying power in suppressing the selfish desires of the Heavenly Dao, severing the shackles of the Earthly Dao with his sword, and awakening the long river of humanity, the last trace of subtle thoughts in Yang Mei's heart caused by her age and background had long since vanished.

Late stage of the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal!

This level of understanding far exceeded his comprehension.

Not to mention that he has not yet recovered his full strength, even at his peak, when he controlled the Great Dao of Space, he was no match for Kong Xuan.

To address someone as a senior is to be truly respected.

Kong Xuan nodded slightly, not surprised by Yang Mei's change in attitude.

In the primordial world, strength reigns supreme.

In the late stage of Hunyuan Wuji, one is powerful enough to crush all saints and surpass the Heavenly Dao.

It would be foolish for Yang Mei to still put on airs.

"In that case, I will go."

Kong Xuan said no more, his gaze sweeping over Hongjun, who was slumped below, and then glancing at Laozi, who was lying on the ground, barely breathing.

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide, and gently grabbed at Lao Tzu.

"Buzz!"

Laozi trembled violently, and a yellowish-brown light suddenly shone from between his brows!

Amidst the radiance, the faint silhouette of an ancient seal loomed in and out of sight.

The seal is square, with nine dragons coiled above and patterns of mountains, rivers, and the state below. It exudes a profound, majestic, and humane aura that carries the weight of all people!

Kongtong Seal!

The ultimate treasure of humanity, a symbol of human authority, was once held by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, but later fell into the hands of Lao Tzu and became the foundation for the Human Cult to suppress destiny!

"This thing... belongs to the human race."

Kong Xuan's voice was calm, but the suction force in his palm suddenly increased.

"No......"

Laozi roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, trying to muster the last bit of holy power to stabilize the Kongtong Seal.

However, he was severely injured by Kong Xuanwei's pressure just now, and his Dao foundation collapsed. He can hardly even move now, so how can he resist?

"laugh!"

The illusory image of the Kongtong Seal completely detached from Laozi's brow, transforming into a stream of earth-yellow light that fell into Kong Xuan's palm.

The seal felt heavy and weighty, like a mountain.

On the seal, the nine dragons seemed to come alive, emitting deep dragon roars that faintly resonated with the long river of humanity.

"Go."

Kong Xuan flicked his finger.

The Kongtong Seal transformed into a stream of light, tearing through the void and hurtling towards Chaoge!

Having done all this, Kong Xuan did not linger.

He took a step forward, and the chaotic lotus platform beneath his feet flashed with light, his figure disappearing from this void.

When it reappeared, it was already in the primordial land, outside the Fire Cloud Cave.

......

Fire Cloud Cave.

It was no ordinary cave dwelling, but a small world independent of the primordial wilderness.

This is where the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors lived in seclusion, and where the sages of the human race gathered.

Since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Dao has suppressed the Human Dao, and the Fire Cloud Cave has been sealed by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, preventing the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from leaving and outsiders from entering.

Outside the cave, clouds and mist swirl, creating an ethereal atmosphere that appears peaceful but actually conceals endless dangers.

That was a restriction set up by the Heavenly Dao. Anyone below the level of a sage who dared to trespass would be punished by Heaven and annihilated, body and soul.

now.

The void outside the cave rippled slightly.

Kong Xuan's figure emerged from nothingness with a single step.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in black robes and with black hair, his gaze calmly fixed on the depths of the clouds.

He could clearly sense that several auras were rising and falling within the Fire Cloud Cave.

Each dish embodies the magnanimous and righteous humanitarian spirit that educates all people.

Those are the Three Sovereigns: Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan.

Those were the Five Emperors: Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao, and Shun.

And...the heroic spirits of the sages of humankind throughout history.

"It's quite a secluded paradise."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself.

If not for the Heavenly Dao's blockade, Fire Cloud Cave should have been the place where the prehistoric human race had the most abundant fortune and the most vibrant flame of civilization.

Unfortunately, it has now become a disguised prison.

"break."

Kong Xuan raised his hand and gently touched the cloud-like barrier.

hum!

Chaotic divine light flowed from his fingertips, transforming into a ray of light as thin as a hair, which disappeared into the clouds.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no cataclysmic impact.

only......

"Click."

A soft sound.

Deep within the clouds and mist, the formless and intangible Heavenly Dao restriction, powerful enough to trap even a saint, quietly shattered like a bubble punctured by a needle.

The shackles that had bound Huoyun Cave for millions of years... have now been lifted.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed, revealing the scene behind them.

It was not the celestial mountain or cave dwelling one might imagine, but rather a vast and boundless world.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the rivers flow, the fields are crisscrossed, and the villages are well-arranged.

Farmers tilled the fields, students recited in the halls, craftsmen hammered and forged in their workshops, and soldiers drilled in the school...

It presents a scene of ancient people living in peace and prosperity, with civilization passed down from generation to generation.

In the center of the world, an ancient stone palace stands majestically.

Eight figures stood side by side in the square in front of the palace.

The three leaders.

One of them has a human body and a snake tail, holds the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands, and has wise eyes that seem to be able to see through all the principles of heaven and earth.

Emperor Fuxi.

One was barefoot and dressed in hemp clothing, holding the Shennong whip in his hand. His aura was gentle, and the fragrance of medicine permeated his body, nourishing all things.

Shennong, the Earthly Sovereign.

One was clad in armor, with the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist, his face resolute, exuding imperial might that seemed capable of suppressing the eight wastelands.

Emperor Xuanyuan.

The five people who followed him, some holding jade tablets, some grasping plows, and some carrying tripods, were all the Five Emperors of the human race: Shaohao, Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao, and Shun.

Behind the eight people, countless illusory figures rose and fell, all of them the spirits of the sages and heroes of the human race throughout the ages.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Kong Xuan.