In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

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"How dare you—!!!"

The voice boomed from the depths of Kong Xuan's dantian, deep and majestic, like a thunderclap in the long night of antiquity, rippling outwards and impacting the surrounding wilderness.

The golden giant hand of Zhunti, which was condensed with countless rays of Brahma light, suddenly stopped the moment it touched that oppressive aura.

The next second, the giant golden hand vanished abruptly with that low shout.

Behind Kong Xuan, a figure slowly emerged from the void.

He wore a long black robe with wide sleeves that draped down, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, untouched by a speck of dust.

There was no dazzling light around him, nor any overwhelming magical power that could make one's heart tremble.

However, as soon as this figure appeared, the world inexplicably fell silent.

The howling winds ceased, the surging sea of ​​clouds calmed down, and even the battlefield remnants that had torn the void closed up like a mirror the moment this figure appeared.

It was as if the world itself, upon seeing this figure, instinctively pressed the freeze button.

"this……"

Zhunti felt as if someone had grabbed him by the throat; the following sarcastic remark was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it no matter what.

His gaze was fixed on the dark figure behind Kong Xuan.

He recognized that face.

I will never forget this in my lifetime.

"Heaven... Heavenly Mystery!"

Zhunti's voice trembled like never before, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted to pinpoints, filled with disbelief and horror.

He felt his heart skip three beats in that instant.

The guide standing to the side turned deathly pale.

His body drifted backward half a step uncontrollably.

step.

That was his instinctive withdrawal.

Zhunti and Jieyin simultaneously saw the figure's face clearly, and the last shred of hope in their hearts completely collapsed.

It is Tianxuan.

It is indeed Tianxuan.

This name might be unfamiliar to the people of the primordial world, and even before the third lecture at Zixiao Palace, the brothers had never heard of it. But after the third lecture, none of the three thousand mortals would be unaware of this name, and none would forget this face.

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That was the terrifying being whom his teacher, Hongjun, the first sage of the prehistoric world, addressed as "fellow Daoist"!

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, and simultaneously saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

regret.

Before they made their move, they knew that Kong Xuan had connections with the Wu tribe. Although they were wary, it was not enough to make the brothers back down.

But they never expected that Kong Xuan was not only related to the Wu Clan, but also had such a deep connection with Tianxuan.

Moreover, they left a backup plan for Kong Xuan.

Zhunti felt his mouth dry and his body was chilled. For the first time in his life, he experienced a real and bone-chilling fear.

"Senior brother..." Zhunti's voice was unusually hoarse. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

Jieyin did not respond; his gaze remained fixed on the dark figure, his expression a mixture of shock and bitterness.

The two stood facing each other, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

On the other side, the moment Kong Xuan saw the illusory figure of Tianxuan appear, his primordial aura, which had been at its limit, suddenly stabilized.

He turned around and looked at the familiar figure in black behind him. On that pale, wounded face, an extremely complex emotion quietly emerged at this moment.

Surprise, excitement, and a vague sense of grievance.

Kong Xuan's phoenix eyes, though bloodshot but still bright, involuntarily reddened slightly upon seeing this familiar figure, a surge of emotion welling up within her.

"teacher……"

The voice was not loud, and even had a barely perceptible hoarseness.

But the ethereal figure of Tianxuan did not turn around to look at him, nor did it give him any response. It slowly raised its right hand and casually pointed forward.

One finger.

That single finger strike contained no dazzling light, no earth-shattering roar, and not even the slightest trace of magical power was leaked.

However, at the very moment that finger was pointed out, Zhunti felt a loud bang in his mind.

"not good!"

Zhunti was terrified. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. All the magical treasures around him were activated, shining with golden light, and merged into one, forming an indestructible defense in front of his chest.

Without hesitation, the lotus platform of the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit suddenly bloomed, and ten thousand rays of golden light of merit condensed into rings of light, layer upon layer, completely enveloping his entire body. At the same time, six pure bamboos stood by his side, using the power of purity to resist the soul impact contained in that finger force.

The two quasi-saints used every trick in the book.

Just to block that finger.

"Bang--!!!"

The roar finally came, but it did not come from the void; it came from Zhunti and Jieyin themselves.

The moment Tianxuan pointed his finger, Zhunti's carefully arranged magical defenses were as if gently brushed by an invisible hand. The seven spiritual treasures, which were considered top-tier in the primordial world, thudded before that finger, and the seven golden lights dimmed one after another.

The layers of light surrounding the golden lotus of merit, which guided the recipient, shattered one after another in a very short time, like thin paper, under the lingering effect of that single finger.

The power of that finger penetrated all defenses and entered the bodies of the two without hesitation.

"puff--!"

Zhunti and Jieyin coughed up a mouthful of blood almost simultaneously.

The blood turned into tiny golden specks of light in the cold wind, drifting away with the breeze.

He clutched his chest, retreating hundreds of miles before finally regaining his footing. His face was ashen, and the two men exchanged a glance. Only one thought occupied their minds.

"escape!"

They then transformed into two golden beams, bursting forth at a speed several times faster than when they were chasing Kong Xuan, and fled in a sorry state toward the western horizon.

……

The sky returned to silence.

The dark, illusory figure shattered suddenly before Kong Xuan's eyes, like fragile glass.

Countless points of light emerged from the point where the phantom collapsed, like stars falling from the sky, slowly dissipating in the silent world.

Kong Xuan remained suspended in place, gazing at the empty void, motionless for a long time.

……

at the same time.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

In the very center of the main hall, Tianxuan sat cross-legged, with the Pangu Banner floating in front of him. His hands formed a mudra, and the Daoist aura around him flowed naturally, creating a subtle resonance with the Pangu Banner.

However, at this very moment—

Tianxuan suddenly opened his eyes!

A sharp light flashed in those deep, abyss-like eyes, and a look of solemnity appeared.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"The phantom of fate... has been triggered."

Tianxuan's voice was extremely soft, yet it carried an undeniable chill.

The phantom of fate that he left on Kong Xuan was a protective technique he condensed with the power of fate. It would never be triggered unless Kong Xuan was in mortal danger.

And now...

Tianxuan's eyes flashed as he quickly glanced at the twelve Ancestral Witches who were still in seclusion refining spiritual treasures. Then, his figure flickered and he disappeared silently from the Pangu Palace.

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