Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

The barrier of the Nine Provinces emitted divine light, and the fortune on it surged and almost solidified, as if representing a great change taking place in the human race.

The void trembled constantly, and strange phenomena appeared almost every so often, all of which were scenes of extraordinary beings appearing in the world.

The sages of Huoyun Cave also descended to the mortal realm to pass on their teachings to the human race.

Fuxi was skilled in music and the Eight Trigrams. He took Chang Hong, a member of the human race, to teach him the five notes of the pentatonic scale (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu). He also had Ji Chang reincarnate to pass on the innate and acquired Eight Trigrams.

Shennong wrote the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica," and Huangdi wrote the "Huangdi's Inner Classic." The two joined forces to find talented people and beautiful jade among the human race and established the medical school. Shennong also established the agricultural school separately.

As time passed, the Zhou Dynasty eventually lost its ability to control the various states, and various schools of thought spread throughout the land. Great sages were treated as honored guests by the rulers of the various states.

Inside the Longde Palace, Haotian Yaochi, gazing at the scenes of various regions across the Nine Provinces reflected in the water mirror, put down his teacup and stared at one of the figures.

As ripples spread across the water, the green-robed Taoist's face shifted repeatedly. Yaochi blinked: "Senior Brother Tongtian, why did he go to the Nine Provinces?"

"His true form entered, not a reincarnation." Haotian's eyes narrowed slightly. "What does he intend to do?"

The two looked towards Tongtian and found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The peaks surrounded the area, forming a basin in the mountains. The peaks of Jianxiu, Taoyuan, and Longwang were layered like dragons coiling around each other. The main peak was not high, but the cliffs were steep.

The mountain is shrouded in mist year-round. At dawn, a thin fog blankets the valleys, and at dusk, rosy clouds cover the peaks. From a distance, it appears as if floating in a dreamlike state, with the three characters "Yunmeng Mountain" inscribed above it.

"Could it be that Senior Brother guessed wrong?" Yaochi murmured to herself.

"No, look at his furtive manner; he clearly doesn't dare to reveal his identity." Haotian sneered. Tongtian had already begun to change his form, transforming into an old man with white hair and beard, slowly setting up a restriction on Yunmeng Mountain. As long as a destined person came here, he would be able to sense it.

"I'll keep an eye on him and see what he's up to!" Haotian frowned, watching Tongtian leave and stride towards the human race.

Years later, both of them were somewhat surprised. Tongtian was indeed spreading his ideas properly. Although he did not have a clear direction, he was, after all, a sage, with a commanding view and a deep understanding of the doctrines of the human race.

But he never met Laozi Yuanshi!

"He's deliberately avoiding his two senior brothers!" Haotian said with a smile, stroking his chin.

Yaochi's gaze suddenly paused as she saw Tongtian encounter a young man whose edifying aura was exceptionally evident, as if simply getting close to him could inspire wisdom and enlightenment.

"Kong Xuan's reincarnation, Confucius." Yaochi straightened up, watching the two discuss doctrines. "Senior brother, should we stop them?"

She still remembered that a hundred years ago at Longde Palace, when Kong Xuan jokingly challenged Senior Brother Taiqing to the position of leader of the Human Sect, Tongtian almost drew his sword.

"No, he's not that stupid." Although Haotian's expression was solemn, he still shook his head.

Kong Xuan is his first disciple, and this reincarnation is of great importance to Kong Xuan. Whether he can go further in the path of Hunyuan depends on the outcome of this reincarnation.

If Tongtian dares to ruin Kong Xuan's Dao fruition, even if Laozi and Yuanshi plead for him, it will be of no use.

It can be seen that after Tongtian uttered the four words "education for all," Confucius's eyes visibly lit up.

"How dare you!" Yaochi roared. Kong Xuan was her master's disciple, but she had also given him much guidance. How could Tongtian have such ill intentions!

"Education for all, does he want Kong Xuan's Confucianism to become like the Jie Sect of the past, with all the immortals coming to pay homage?" Yao Chi's brows flashed with a sharp light. "He knows better than anyone what happened to the Jie Sect, yet he still dares to harm Kong Xuan."

"No, no!" Haotian waved his hand. "Junior sister, don't bring this idea into the immortal path. Senior brother Tongtian is like this, but the Jie Sect was able to become the number one sect in the prehistoric world, so its doctrines are not without merit."

Haotian's eyes gleamed. "The principle of 'education for all' was the root cause of the destruction of the Jie Sect, but for the beings of the prehistoric world, it did indeed provide them with a glimmer of hope."

"The Jie Sect's fate was the result of its lack of strict discipline, but what if it had been properly controlled?"

Yaochi seemed to understand something, then her face showed a look of sudden realization: "Master teaches in Zixiao Palace. Anyone with a destiny can go, but the conditions for being destined are extremely strict. Even entering the Chaos Realm is not enough. Only those who can safely enter Zixiao Palace are considered destined."

"Afterwards, the sages established their religions. Although Senior Brother Taiqing taught the human race, he was extremely strict in accepting disciples. Senior Brother Yuanshi, on the other hand, was someone who needed great fortune, and his disciples were all innate beings."

"Only Senior Brother Tongtian faces all living beings in the primordial world. Even human immortals and humans who have not yet attained immortality can be accepted as disciples as long as they can hear him preach."

"If he were to truly discipline them strictly, even if all the immortals of the Jie Sect came to pay homage, what would ultimately be gathered would be merit and fortune."

Haotian nodded: "A doctrine that can lead to sainthood and be recognized by the Heavenly Dao is naturally not entirely useless."

"The human social hierarchy has become rigid. Perhaps each dynasty was great when it was first established, but now knowledge is only in the hands of a few."

"If Confucius had kept this idea in mind, he could have truly carried forward Confucianism and changed the fate of people at the bottom of society."

"Education should be provided to all without discrimination." Haotian pondered these words, "This will surely become a symbol of the great revival of Confucianism in the future."

Yaochi watched Tongtian's departing figure and said, "He has received the grace of guidance. In the future, when Confucianism flourishes, he will naturally receive a share of its fortune."

Next, the two watched as Tongtian, like a "street hustler," kept meeting with people who showed talent, offering them insights in his conversations.

In the end, he found a middle-aged man among the humans and passed on what he had learned there, fusing the ideas of various schools of thought, which the man known as Shi Jiao named the "Eclectic School!"

"He really doesn't intend to leave his name behind!" Yaochi's eyes flashed with surprise.

Haotian once again maliciously speculated: "They must have dealt with me too severely by my two senior brothers, Taiqing and Yuanshi, so they didn't dare to leave any trace."

They saw Tongtian discussing doctrines with Guangchengzi and Chijingzi, but they never met Yuanshi.

Seeing Tongtian return to Yunmeng Mountain, he taught each of his disciples a different method, without even using books, relying entirely on oral instruction. It seems he really didn't want to leave any reputation behind.

"Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Gai Nie, and Wei Zhuang—the art of diplomacy and strategy. He really knows how to hide his identity!" Haotian murmured. So it was Guiguzi.

The first generation taught doctrines, the middle two passed down the military lineage, and the last generation left behind the swordsmanship tradition, all without revealing their identities. No wonder Guiguzi never showed himself in public.

Yaochi's beautiful eyes flickered slightly: "I really don't know what my two senior brothers did to frighten Senior Brother Tongtian like this."

The so-called strategists were indeed remarkable; their doctrines, established by some immortals and gods in the three thousand worlds, held great potential, but now they can only be buried.

"He didn't leave his name either, only the records of Heaven, so he didn't get much fortune."

"This is his own choice." Haotian glanced at him indifferently and then looked away, watching Kong Xuan and Tongtian bid farewell and begin their travels among the human race.

We should continuously learn from others' strengths and make up for our shortcomings in understanding Confucianism.

Decades later, the Kongtong Seal flew out from the Haotian Qingyun, nine dragons roared, the human race's fortune began to fluctuate, and oaths were sworn throughout the Nine Provinces.