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

Above the nine heavens.

Kong Xuan remained suspended in place, staring blankly at the void.

His injuries were extremely severe, his meridians were broken, his vital essence was damaged, and his breath was weak.

In the battle just now, he burned his life essence and fought with his life on the line. He was also severely injured by the combined efforts of Jieyin and Zhunti. It was only by his own strength that he was able to keep from falling.

Suddenly, a familiar presence came from behind.

Kong Xuan froze and abruptly turned his head away.

The void rippled slightly, and a figure in black emerged from the ripples, his long robes fluttering, exuding composure.

It is not a phantom, but a real entity.

"Teacher...?!"

Kong Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with shock.

Tianxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on Kong Xuan, taking in all the injuries on his body, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What happened?"

The voice was calm, yet an invisible pressure emanated from it.

Kong Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and shame, and recounted the whole story in detail.

From his travels through the primordial world, to his arrival at the valley where the Five Elements Pearls were nurtured, to his pursuit by Zhunti and Jieyin, he was forced to flee all the way...

Finally, Kong Xuan lowered his head, his voice heavy: "This disciple is incompetent, causing Master so much trouble."

After listening quietly, Tianxuan's eyes gradually darkened.

Zhunti.

To guide or lead.

These two names passed through his mind.

He naturally knew about the two Westerners. Others couldn't have done those things, but seeing them do them didn't surprise Tianxuan at all.

Although he despised their behavior, he would not deliberately target them because of it. However, they dared to do such a thing to his disciple.

Tianxuan didn't say much, but raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Kong Xuan's brow.

In an instant, the power of the five elements within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to be summoned by some force, and surged wildly toward Kong Xuan.

The five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—condensed into a visible stream of five-colored light, continuously flowing into Kong Xuan's body.

Kong Xuan felt a warm, gentle power flowing through his body. The broken meridians were healing at a visible speed, and his damaged essence was gradually stabilizing.

After a moment, Tianxuan withdrew his finger and said calmly, "The external injuries are no longer a major concern, but your burned essence blood will require a long time to recover."

Kong Xuan felt a warm current welling up in his heart as he felt his meridians healing. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Tianxuan nodded slightly, then asked, "Do you wish to continue your travels, or return to Buzhou Mountain?"

Kong Xuan remained silent for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before finally speaking slowly: "This disciple... wishes to return to Buzhou Mountain."

He paused, then continued, "Just now, in the face of life and death, I gained new insights into the Five Elements Laws and wish to return to the mountain to cultivate and comprehend them in seclusion."

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan immediately raised his hand and waved it, enveloping Kong Xuan in a beam of light.

The next moment, both figures vanished from their original positions.

……

The West, Mount Ling.

Two golden beams streaked across the horizon in a disheveled manner, carrying an undisguised sense of panic, and fell straight into the summit of Mount Ling.

The figures of Zhunti and Jieyin appeared in the main hall, and the two of them almost simultaneously slumped down on their respective prayer mats.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Zhunti lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling hands, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the deep-seated fear.

That finger.

It was merely a phantom, merely a finger.

He and his senior brother joined forces, giving their all and using every trick in the book, but they couldn't even withstand the aftershocks of that single finger strike.

"Senior brother..."

Zhunti raised his head and looked at Jieyin opposite him, his voice dry as if sandpaper was being rubbed.

There was no response from the guide.

He simply sat there quietly, his eyes slightly closed, his face as pale as paper. A trace of dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and the dull pain in his chest persisted; though not fatal, it certainly wouldn't heal quickly.

a long time.

Jieyin slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes, which had always been filled with compassion, were now filled with a deep solemnity.

"Junior brother, we were wrong."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a weight he had never felt before.

"Completely wrong."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti trembled, then nodded bitterly.

"Today's events are the result of my greed." Zhunti's voice was somewhat strained. He raised his head, looking at the dome of the main hall, his eyes filled with regret. "If I hadn't insisted on pursuing Kong Xuan, I wouldn't be in this predicament."

After a moment of silence, Jieyin sighed softly, "Today's events have placed us both in the eye of the storm. Once Kong Xuan returns, neither the Witch Clan nor Tianxuan will let us off easily."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's expression changed slightly: "Senior Brother, what should we do next?"

After a long silence, Jieyin finally spoke slowly: "Leave Mount Ling."

Zhunti was taken aback: "What?"

"Leave Mount Ling." Jieyin repeated, his tone calm yet firm. "Mount Ling is a place we've cultivated for many years. If one day Tianxuan or the Witch Clan truly seeks trouble with us, Mount Ling will be the most conspicuous target. Rather than waiting to be killed, it's better to leave proactively, find a secluded place, and cultivate diligently. We can return to Mount Ling when we achieve sainthood."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti fell into deep thought.

He knew his senior brother was right.

Both of them are now seriously injured and need time to recover.

Staying on Ling Mountain is tantamount to sitting and waiting for death.

It would be better to take this opportunity to flee far away, find a secluded place unknown to anyone, and concentrate on comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi.

When the day of sainthood arrives, everything will be different.

"good."

Zhunti thought for a moment, then nodded: "Then, Senior Brother, let's set off immediately."

Jieyin nodded slightly, then waved his sleeve, and a golden light flew out from his sleeve, unfolding in the air and transforming into a golden storage bag.

The storage bag contained various rare and precious materials, elixirs, and rare books and magical artifacts that he had collected in the West over the years.

It was his accumulated wealth over many years.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti also waved his sleeve and took all the treasures he had accumulated over the years into his pocket.

"Junior brother, let's go."

The guiding voice came from behind.

Zhunti took a deep breath and took one last look at the sacred mountain he had cultivated for many years, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Then, he turned around and, together with Jieyin, transformed into two streaks of light, disappearing into the western horizon.

On Mount Ling, only empty palaces remain, appearing exceptionally desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

…………

Two golden beams of light traversed the primordial land, avoiding all possible forces and specifically choosing remote, desolate, and uninhabited places.

After flying for an unknown period of time, the two golden beams finally stopped at the edge of a boundary between chaos and order.

This is the edge of the primordial wilderness.

Beyond that lies the endless chaotic void.

In this edge region, there are countless fragmented star fields of all sizes, remnants left over from the creation of the world, desolate and lifeless, almost untouched by any living beings.

"This is it."

The voice that guided them was calm and resolute.

He pointed to a huge landmass floating in the void ahead. The landmass was barren and lifeless, but it also meant absolute secrecy and security.

Zhunti nodded without saying anything more.

Two figures landed simultaneously on that barren landmass.

They found a relatively flat valley and sat facing each other.

Jieyin spoke slowly, "Junior brother, from this day forward, we will both enter seclusion here." There was a hint of solemnity in Jieyin's voice. "We will not emerge from seclusion until we achieve sainthood."

Zhunti took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I will not leave seclusion until I become a saint!"