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

At the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Kong Xuan's figure slowly emerged, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, silently.

His dark robes hung down, and his black hair fluttered gently.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

Mount Buzhou remains majestic, and the oppressive aura of Pangu remains vast, unchanged from when he first arrived here three thousand years ago.

But Kong Xuan knew that everything had changed.

Those words spoken in Zixiao Palace were like a pebble thrown into the seemingly calm but actually turbulent abyss of the primordial world, which was bound to stir up a monstrous wave.

Those three thousand seeds of Dao are probably taking root and sprouting in the hearts of countless people right now, growing wildly into a thicket of thorns.

Some people will live in constant fear.

Some might angrily sever their Dao foundation, preferring to perish like jade.

Some people... will come looking for him.

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly, revealing a very faint arc.

He slowly sat down cross-legged.

Beneath his feet, a twelve-petaled chaotic lotus platform silently bloomed, supporting the figure in black robes.

Close your eyes.

Wait patiently.

The winds of Buzhou Mountain have never ceased since the beginning of time, and they still howl past, causing Kong Xuan's black robe to flutter gently.

But he didn't move.

Like a mountain.

Like an abyss.

Like the eternal, unchanging chaos.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Amidst the surging chaotic currents, figures emerged from within, looking disheveled.

The Three Pure Ones are the foremost.

Lao Tzu's expression was solemn, and the Daoist aura of non-action around him was chaotic and disordered. The pine-wood staff that had been with him for tens of thousands of years had long since turned to dust. Now he walked empty-handed, but his steps were still steady.

The light of the Primordial Jade Purity Immortal flickered, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, doubt, and apprehension.

Tongtian walked with his hand on his sword, his face pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

Three thousand years.

He waited for three thousand years, and finally that person spoke.

Although his words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, shattering his Dao heart, which he had cultivated for three thousand years, into pieces.

But it was that thunderclap that cleaved through the fog before his eyes.

The shackles of Heaven's Way.

He was a being who had reached the heavens, a manifestation of the primordial spirit of Pangu, and over three thousand years, he personally tied a chain to his own Dao foundation.

ridiculous.

sad.

But... it's not all bad.

Tongtian suddenly laughed.

Because he knew that if the man could see through the shackles, he must know how to untie them.

Even... if that person were willing to offer guidance, these shackles might just become a whetstone, polishing this rough gem of mine into something even sharper!

Upon realizing this, Tongtian suddenly raised his head:

"Eldest brother, second brother!"

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi stopped at the same time and looked back at him.

His piercing gaze was like a sword.

"Which direction did that person go when they left?"

Lao Tzu's gaze sharpened slightly, and then he understood.

As the Daoist principles of non-action flowed through him, he slowly raised his eyes and gazed towards a certain direction deep within the chaos:

"Mount Buzhou".

The three words were uttered, and all three were startled.

Buzhou Mountain.

The spine of the primordial wilderness, the pillar of heaven and earth.

What was that person doing there?

And others.

Or...should we wait for them?

"Walk!"

Tongtian let out a low shout, and his sword intent erupted, transforming into a scarlet stream of light that pierced through the chaos, rushing towards Buzhou Mountain!

Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute look in each other's eyes.

No hesitation.

Two streaks of light followed closely behind, tearing through the chaos and disappearing into the void.

The Three Pure Ones have just left.

Outside Zixiao Palace, another figure staggered out.

Di Jun.

He supported the still-healing Donghuang Taiyi, his face ashen, but his eyes were fixed on the direction where the Three Pure Ones had disappeared.

Buzhou Mountain.

He heard it.

The phrase "Mount Buzhou" from the Three Pure Ones was etched into his heart like a brand.

That figure in black robes... went to Buzhou Mountain.

"Brother..."

Donghuang Taiyi spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse:

"Shall we go too?"

Di Jun remained silent.

go with?

Of course I'll go.

That person's cultivation level was unprecedented, having shattered the Chaos Bell with a single glance.

That person saw through the shackles of Heaven's Way at a glance; his venomous gaze made even a saint tremble.

If I could receive even half a word of guidance from that person, it would be better than ten thousand years of arduous cultivation!

Can......

Di Jun looked at Taiyi's pale face and his extremely weak aura.

The Taiyi Life Treasure was destroyed, and the foundation of the Dao was damaged.

If they were to take him along, given that person's cold and aloof nature, he probably wouldn't even glance at them.

If I go alone...

Di Jun gritted his teeth.

"Taiyi."

His voice was deep:

"You should return to the Sun Star to recuperate."

"I'll go."

"If the opportunity arises..."

He paused:

I will never let you down.

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Jun released his hand from Taiyi's, and the True Fire of the Sun erupted from his body, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light that sped toward Buzhou Mountain!

Donghuang Taiyi opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh.

He turned around and staggered into the chaos.

The west.

Jieyin and Zhunti, supporting each other, stumbled and staggered as they escaped from Zixiao Palace.

The two men were deathly pale, their Daoist auras were in complete disarray, and they were in a terrible state.

But when they looked up and saw the direction where the Three Pure Ones had disappeared, and saw Di Jun following closely behind, transformed into a stream of crimson-gold light...

The two exchanged a glance.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhunti's eyes:

"Senior brother!"

"Mount Buzhou!"

Jieyin took a deep breath, and the withered dough twitched slightly.

He naturally knew what Zhunti was thinking.

That person can see through the shackles of Heaven's will, and must know how to untie them.

If only I could get guidance from that person...

No, there's no need for guidance.

Even just a glimpse from afar, catching a trace of the aura emanating from that person, would be enough for them to benefit for a lifetime!

"Walk!"

With a low shout, Jieyin's body burst into golden light, and dragging Zhunti along, they stumbled and rushed towards Buzhou Mountain!

Outside the Zixiao Palace, more and more figures appeared.

Nuwa and Fuxi emerged side by side, exchanging a glance and both seeing the same resolute determination in each other's eyes.

Buzhou Mountain.

That person went to Buzhou Mountain.

Needless to say.

The phantom of the Mountain and River Map unfolded beneath Nuwa's feet, while fragments of the Bagua Plate spun rapidly in Fuxi's palm. Two figures transformed into streams of light and followed closely behind.

Hongyun Patriarch staggered out, his face pale and blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

He looked in the direction where the streaks of light disappeared, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

go with?

Should we not go?

His cultivation level was only at the Great Luo level, making him nothing more than an ant in front of top beings like the Three Pure Ones and Emperor Jun.

If we go there rashly, we might be crushed to death by those powerful beings before we even see anyone.

But if not...

He gritted his teeth.

When opportunity knocks, how can we back down out of fear?!

The reason why Ancestor Hongyun has survived to this day has never been because of cowardice!

"go!"

Hongyun let out a low shout, mounted the broken red cloud, and wobbled as it flew towards Buzhou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi stood amidst the chaos, his sleeves fluttering, the illusory image of the Earth Book slowly swirling behind him.

He gazed in the direction where the streaks of light disappeared, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Go away?

Of course I'll go.

That person said that the Heavenly Way is a shackle, but Zhen Yuanzi has lived for countless years, how could he not see the clues?

But the problem is... what good will it do to go?

Will that person see him?

Will you give him some pointers?

If he only glances at the person from afar and the person turns away, what can he do?