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

Zhen Yuanzi remained silent for a long time.

finally.

He sighed softly and took a step forward.

The illusory image of the Earth Book suddenly unfolded, carrying him slowly towards Mount Buzhou.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

Kunpeng huddled at the edge of chaos, its eyes filled with malice as it stared intently at the streaks of light.

He saw the Three Pure Ones.

I saw Di Jun.

I saw Nuwa and Fuxi.

I saw the guidance of the Bodhisattva Cundi.

They even saw Hongyun, that ignorant ant.

They all went to Buzhou Mountain.

Everyone should go find that person.

A struggle flashed in Kunpeng's eyes.

He has always been a loner and has never attached himself to any power.

But this time...

He suddenly remembered the figure in black robes in Zixiao Palace, and the eyes that had pierced the Chaos Bell in a single glance.

Wherever his gaze fell, all living beings were but ants.

Including his Kunpeng.

If we don't go...

Will I ever have the chance to see such beings again in this lifetime?

Kunpeng gritted his teeth.

With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a black streak of light and disappeared into the chaos.

Outside Mount Buzhou.

The chaotic air currents surged and boiled.

Twelve figures, brimming with blood-red energy, burst forth from within.

Dijiang was the leader, and the spatial power around him was in complete disarray.

Gonggong and Zhurong followed closely behind, one steaming with water vapor, the other blazing with fierce flames.

All twelve Ancestral Witches have arrived!

"Big brother!"

Gonggong roared, his eyes filled with barely suppressed agitation:

"Is that person really on Buzhou Mountain?"

Dijiang did not answer.

He just stared intently at the direction of Buzhou Mountain, at the increasingly clear and majestic mountain silhouette.

That person... really is there.

He could sense it.

It was a throbbing sensation deep within one's blood, like an ant gazing at the sky, or a mayfly peering into the vast ocean.

"go."

Di Jiang spoke, his voice deep and thunderous:

"But remember."

"Do not act rashly, do not be presumptuous."

"If that person is willing to offer even half a word of guidance, it would be our good fortune."

"If you are unwilling..."

He paused:

Turn around and leave; do not linger.

All the ancestral witches nodded in unison.

Twelve streams of blood energy shot into the sky and hurtled towards Mount Buzhou.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his eyes closed as deep as an abyss.

suddenly.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

coming.

First.

In the east, chaotic energy suddenly exploded.

A crimson sword light, like a rainbow from the sky, pierced through the void and sped toward the summit of Mount Buzhou!

Amidst the sword light, a figure in black robes stood tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his aura sharp as a drawn blade!

Reaching the heavens!

He arrived first.

Kong Xuan remained with his eyes closed, motionless.

The light of the Heaven-Reaching Sword receded and landed on the mountaintop, ten feet away from Kong Xuan.

He stared at the figure in black robes, his hand on his sword bulging with veins.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

It was no more than ten zhang.

But these ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) were like an insurmountable chasm.

He dared not take another step closer.

He took a deep breath and bowed deeply.

"Tongtian, I request an audience with you, senior!"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

The towering peak stood frozen in place.

The mountain wind howled, making his black robe flutter wildly.

a long time.

Kong Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm as it fell upon Tongtian:

"You're the first one."

Tongtian shuddered.

It wasn't a scolding, a driving away, or even ignoring.

It was just an extremely plain statement.

But it was precisely this ordinariness that caused the string in Tongtian's heart, which had been taut for 30,000 years, to suddenly loosen by a fraction.

His hand on the sword trembled slightly, and his voice became a little hoarse:

"This junior... this disciple dares to ask, senior...?"

"That shackle of fate..."

Is there a way to solve this?

Kong Xuan looked at him.

a long time.

"have."

Spit out a word.

Tongtian's pupils suddenly contracted!

His body trembled violently, and he almost fell to his knees!

Have!

really have!

The senior colleague said yes!

"Please, senior..."

Tongtian's voice trembled:

"I'd appreciate guidance from experienced colleagues!"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He simply raised his eyes and gazed into the depths of chaos.

There, figures with different auras were rushing towards them.

The other two of the Three Pure Ones.

Di Jun.

Nuwa and Fuxi.

Receiving and guiding the Bodhisattva.

Yuanzi of Hongyun Town.

Kunpeng.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches.

There were even some powerful beings from the primordial era whose names he didn't know, but whom he had seen once in the Zixiao Palace.

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly.

They arrived... all in perfect order.

He slowly got up.

His dark robe fluttered lightly, and his black hair fell down.

His gaze swept over the approaching figures, finally settling on Tongtian:

"Want to break free of your shackles?"

Tongtian nodded emphatically:

"think!"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Then we'll wait."

"Wait until they all arrive."

"Wait until everyone stands where you stand today."

"Then......"

He paused:

"We'll see."

Tongtian shuddered.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the streaks of light rushing towards him from the depths of the chaos.

The other two of the Three Pure Ones.

Di Jun.

Nuwa and Fuxi.

Receiving and guiding the Bodhisattva.

Yuanzi of Hongyun Town.

Kunpeng.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches.

And... more.

He suddenly understood.

The senior wasn't waiting for him alone.

The senior is waiting for everyone.

All those bound by the shackles of Heaven's will gather here.

Then......

Let's solve it all at once!

Tongtian took a deep breath, and his hand, which had been resting on his sword, slowly fell to his sides.

He said no more, took three steps back, and stood beside Kong Xuan.

Wait patiently.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, chaotic currents surged like a tide.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly.

Tongtian stood solemnly to one side, his gaze sharp as a sword.

In the distance, streaks of light sped towards us.

Getting closer.

......

At the summit of Mount Buzhou.

The chaotic energy surged like a tide, and streaks of light rushed in from all directions.

Tongtian stood beside Kong Xuan, his hand on his sword tightening slightly.

He saw it.

The eldest brother, Laozi, and the second brother, Yuanshi, have already reached the foot of the mountain.

Emperor Jun was surrounded by blazing solar fire, following closely behind.

Nuwa and Fuxi walk side by side, their images intertwined with the phantom of the Mountain and River Map and the Eight Trigrams Plate.

Jieyin and Zhunti supported each other, stumbling and falling.

Hongyun rode on a broken red cloud, his face pale but his eyes burning.

Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves fluttered, and the illusory image of the Earth Script was as heavy as a mountain.

The Kunpeng slightly folded its wings, its eyes filled with a sinister yet undisguised anticipation.

The twelve ancestral witches, their blood and energy surging to the heavens, arrived with a thunderous roar from another direction.

Further back, there were dozens of figures with varying degrees of aura strength, all of whom were people from Zixiao Palace listening to the Dao.

Tongtian took a deep breath.

It's all here.

Of the three thousand worldly travelers, more than half had arrived.

Kong Xuan remained standing with his hands behind his back.

His gaze was calm as he swept over the figures that had descended to the mountaintop.

No one dared to approach within ten feet of him.

The Three Pure Ones stand at the very front.

Lao Tzu bowed deeply, his voice low and resonant, as the Daoist principles of non-action flowed through him:

"I greet you, senior."

Yuanshi followed closely behind, his Jade Purity Immortal Light receding as he bowed.

"Yuanshi greets Senior."

Tongtian stood beside Kong Xuan, and at this moment he also turned around and nodded slightly to his two elder brothers.

Di Jun stepped forward, the True Fire of the Sun subtly receding, and bowed:

"Di Jun greets Senior."

Nuwa and Fuxi bowed side by side:

"Nuwa and Fuxi greet their seniors."

Jieyin and Zhunti, supporting each other, knelt on the ground:

"Jieyin and Zhunti greet their seniors!"

Hongyun staggered and knelt down:

"Hongyun greets Senior!"

Zhen Yuanzi gathered his sleeves and bowed deeply:

"Zhen Yuanzi greets Senior."

Kunpeng hesitated for a moment, then finally swooped down:

"Kunpeng greets senior."

The twelve ancestral witches arrived together.

Led by Dijiang, all the ancestral witches clasped their fists in unison, their blood surging, their voices deep and thunderous:

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches greet their senior!"

Behind them, dozens of figures knelt down in unison:

"We pay our respects to our senior!"

At the mountaintop, a dark mass of people knelt down.

Only Kong Xuan stood alone.

His dark robe fluttered lightly, and his black hair fell down.