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

Hongjun's gaze was fixed on Kong Xuan's face, trying to find the answer in that calm expression.

Kong Xuan met his gaze for a moment, then slowly spoke:

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is that I'm here."

"The primordial world is sick, so I will heal it. The Way of Heaven is corrupt, so I will change it. That is the answer."

After saying that, Kong Xuan said no more.

He slowly raised his right hand.

With fingers spread wide, a chaotic halo slowly rotates in the palm of his hand.

"Dao Ancestor, it's time to set off."

Hongjun's pupils contracted sharply, and the last trace of Heavenly Dao origin within his body burned wildly!

He suddenly stood up, his purple robe ripped apart, his white hair stood on end, and his body erupted with a final, terrifying pressure, like a final burst of light before death!

"Even if I die, I will make sure you know..."

"Those who have attained the Dao should not be lightly insulted!"

He roared furiously, his hands forming a seal, and a purple-gold Heavenly Dao mark between his brows exploded open!

That was his deepest connection with the origin of the Heavenly Dao, formed over countless eons of years of merging with the Dao.

Self-destruction at this moment is tantamount to completely severing the connection with the Heavenly Dao, exchanging eternal damnation for the final blow!

"burst!"

boom!!!

Hongjun's body, along with the exploded Heavenly Dao mark, transformed into a purple-gold destructive torrent that pierced through the void, and rushed fiercely towards Kong Xuan!

Wherever it passed, even the spatial cage shattered inch by inch. Yang Mei groaned, his bamboo staff trembled violently, and he was actually forced back three steps!

This strike has surpassed the realm of a saint and is comparable to a full-force strike from the early stage of the Primordial Chaos!

It is Hongjun's final masterpiece after billions of years of merging with the Dao!

Faced with this devastating self-destruction, Kong Xuan remained unfazed.

He didn't even back down.

He simply clenched his fist slowly.

Bring your five fingers together.

Within his fist, the fundamental principles of the Five Elements were rapidly activated!

"town."

Spit out a word.

A punch is thrown.

There was no brilliance, no oppressive aura, only the purest... power.

The chaotic fist imprint collided violently with the purple-gold torrent!

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

Only... annihilation.

Wherever the fist imprint passed, the purple-gold torrent melted, dissipated, and vanished silently, like ice and snow under the blazing sun.

It didn't even cause a ripple.

Hongjun's final expression, frozen in disbelief and horror at the moment the torrent dissipated.

then......

Dissipate completely.

The ancestor of the Xuanmen Dao, the sage who merged with the Dao, Hongjun...

Fallen!

The ruins of Zixiao Palace collapsed with a deafening roar.

This ancient palace, which stood beyond the thirty-three heavens and witnessed the rise and fall of countless primordial dynasties, was completely transformed into countless points of light and vanished into nothingness at the moment Hongjun fell.

Not even a trace was left.

It's as if it never existed.

Yangmei Daoist stood in the void, gazing at the place where Hongjun had vanished, remaining silent for a long time.

His aged face showed no joy at avenging a great enemy, only a complex sense of melancholy.

Before the billion-dollar meeting, he joined forces with Yin Yang and Qian Kun to help Hongjun suppress and kill Luo Hou.

At that time, they were still fellow practitioners and comrades-in-arms.

But in the blink of an eye, Yin and Yang perished, Qiankun died, he fled to the chaos, and Hongjun merged with the Dao to become a saint and took control of the primordial world.

When they met again, they were mortal enemies.

"What goes around comes around, and retribution is inevitable..."

Yang Mei murmured to herself, which eventually turned into a soft sigh.

Kong Xuan slowly withdrew his fist, his gaze calm.

He looked at the four men, Laozi and his companions, who were slumped on the ground.

The four saints were now ashen-faced.

With the master gone, the lineage severed, and cultivation completely lost...

They didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

Kong Xuan's gaze swept over the four people, finally landing on Laozi.

"The head of the Three Pure Ones, the eldest disciple of the Xuanmen sect."

Kong Xuan's voice was indifferent:

What do you have to say?

Lao Tzu slowly raised his head, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's nothing more to say."

He paused, a faint trace of sadness flashing in his eyes:

"I only ask that... the Three Pure Ones be left with a shred of dignity."

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment.

He looked at Yuanshi, at Jieyin, and at Zhunti.

The eyes of Yuanshi were lifeless, the face of Jieyin was filled with sorrow, and Zhunti gritted his teeth but dared not utter a sound.

"The Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, and they made contributions to the creation of the world."

Kong Xuan slowly opened his mouth:

"I will not kill you today."

The four saints' pupils constricted as they looked up in disbelief.

Not kill?

Kong Xuan continued:

"But the holy position must be abolished."

"Cultivation needs to be dispersed."

"From this day forward, you will no longer be Heavenly Saints, but merely ordinary beings in the primordial world."

He paused, his gaze turning cold.

"If you dare to cause trouble again, don't blame me for... eliminating you completely."

The words fell.

Kong Xuan raised his hand and pressed down lightly with his five fingers.

hum!

Four beams of chaotic divine light surged from his palm and entered the brows of the four saints respectively!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

At the same time, heart-wrenching screams rang out!

Lao Tzu's Tai Chi Daoist aura collapsed wildly, his sacred essence crumbled, and his cultivation level was like a flood bursting its banks, flowing out in a torrent!

The primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light exploded, the illusory image of the Pangu Banner wailed and dissipated, and the Holy Foundation completely collapsed!

Jieyin and Zhunti fared even worse, their Buddhist paths and fruits cracked inch by inch, the illusory images of the golden lotus and the wondrous tree exploded into specks of light, and the chains of cause and effect broke inch by inch!

In less than three breaths.

The aura of the Four Saints has completely fallen to the mortal realm!

From a lofty sage of the Heavenly Dao, he has fallen to... a mortal being!

Not even as good as a Golden Immortal!

"puff!"

Lao Tzu coughed up blood, his body hunched over, and his face aged by billions of years in an instant, looking like an ordinary old man.

Yuanshi collapsed to the ground, his eyes devoid of any light, as if all his energy had been drained away.

Jieyin and Zhunti embraced and wept bitterly, tears streaming down their faces, no longer displaying the majesty of the Western religious leaders.

Kong Xuan stopped looking at them.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Mei:

"Fellow Daoist, this matter is settled."

Yang Mei bowed:

"Where does the senior wish to go?"

Kong Xuan gazed at the vast, untamed land, his eyes deep and profound:

"There are still some causes and effects that need to be resolved."

Having said that, he took a step and disappeared into nothingness.

Yang Mei gazed in the direction he had left, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he raised his hand and waved it, causing spatial patterns to flow and completely smooth out this void gap.

Along with the four limp saints, they were all sent back to the primordial land.

From then on, the Purple Cloud Palace ceased to exist in the primordial world.

There is no more... Xuanmen Daozu.

Yang Mei slowly withdrew her bamboo cane, her aged face showing neither sorrow nor joy, only a trace of relief after experiencing vicissitudes.

His gaze lowered slightly, landing on the emptiness in front of him.

There, five thin, yet dazzling, purple-gold rays of light floated quietly.

Each one is no thicker than a hair, yet it contains boundless mystery. As the light flows, it seems as if the scene of the beginning of heaven and earth, the birth and death of all things, and even the phantoms of billions of creatures in the primordial world float and appear within it.

Primordial Purple Qi!

The foundation of the Heavenly Dao's holy position, the basis for becoming a saint, is also... the deepest constraint and imprint that the Primordial Heavenly Dao places on living beings.

The holy positions of Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti were abolished, and Hongjun perished.

These five streams of primordial purple energy, closely connected to the origin of the Heavenly Dao, naturally became ownerless.

They were separated from their crumbling holy foundations and remained in this void sealed by Yang Mei.

"Primordial Purple Qi..."

Yang Mei muttered to herself and gestured with her hand.

The five purple wisps, as if possessing sentience, obediently floated to a spot three feet above his palm, trembling slightly, their light flickering, as if telling of the past glory of countless millennia and the helplessness of the present moment.

If an ordinary powerful being from the primordial era were to see this item, they would probably be blinded by greed and fight to the death to obtain it.

Once one attains the Dao, one has the opportunity to prove oneself and become a saint, thus achieving immortality alongside heaven and earth, wielding power over a region, and overlooking the eternal cycle of reincarnation.

Yang Mei simply watched quietly, her gaze as deep as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

He was the reincarnation of the Chaos Demon God, born close to the Great Dao, and walked the path of spatial chaos, seeking transcendence and freedom from constraints.

For him, this Primordial Purple Qi was not an opportunity, but a shackle.

"The Heavenly Dao Sainthood... is ultimately achieved by relying on external forces, and is subject to the control of Heaven."

Yang Mei shook her head slightly and gently released spiritual energy from her palm.

The five streams of primordial purple energy suddenly shone brightly, as if resisting or unwilling to accept it.

They were originally extensions of the authority of Heaven, but now that they were enveloped by the power of primordial chaos, they naturally developed an instinctive repulsion.

But what level of cultivation does Yang Mei possess?

At the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Great Luo, wielding the Great Dao of Space, he could even fight against Hongjun in his prime, let alone a few strands of unclaimed purple energy.

"Buzz!"

Spatial Dao patterns emanated from his palm, transforming into an invisible cage that firmly imprisoned the five purple energies.

The purple aura struggled more fiercely, and faintly heard from within it the wails of all living beings in the primordial world, the whispers of the Heavenly Dao, and the roars of the calamity-inducing aura... These were the causes and effects and karma they had carried for hundreds of millions of years.

Yang Mei frowned slightly.

These purple energies are deeply intertwined with the primordial origin. If they are forcibly destroyed, it may cause turmoil in the Heavenly Dao and affect innocent living beings.

If left unattended and allowed to drift, it may fall into the hands of those with malicious intent, causing further trouble.

"That's enough."

After a long silence, Yang Mei sighed softly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"Since it is a thing of the primordial world, it should return to the primordial world."

As for choosing a master... let's leave it to fate.

Without further hesitation, he formed hand seals, and the origin of the Great Dao of Space began to operate!

"open!"

As soon as he uttered the word, five fine cracks suddenly appeared in the void in front of him!

The other end of the crevice connects to the primordial land, to endless mountains, rivers, seas, cities, villages, and even some hidden paradises.

Yang Mei waved her sleeve.

The five streams of primordial purple energy transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the five spatial rifts!

"Go."

"When you encounter a virtuous person, you can attain saintly virtue and benefit all living beings."

"Encountering evil... is also a calamity, and Heaven... no, those who come after will deal with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gap in space quietly closed.

The five streams of primordial purple energy dispersed into the primordial wilderness, their whereabouts unknown.

It might fall into the hands of a reclusive cultivator, it might be accidentally devoured by mountain spirits, or it might be buried deep within the earth's veins, awaiting the start of the next great calamity...

Everything depends on chance.

After doing all this, Yang Mei felt as if an invisible burden had been lifted, and her aura became lighter.

He glanced one last time at the void crevice that had once imprisoned Hongjun and the Four Sages, now completely empty, then turned and took a step out.

The moment his form vanished, the emerald green bamboo staff gently touched him.

"Soothe".

The spatial patterns spread like ripples, completely erasing the last traces of this crevice.

From then on, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, there was no more Zixiao Palace, nor that stripped-away void.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

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