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

At the summit of Mount Buzhou.

The chaotic energy surged like a tide, yet it quietly froze three zhang away from the figure in black robes, as if even the raging energy that had existed since the beginning of time dared not disturb the still figure.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back.

His gaze was calm as he swept over the dark mass of kneeling figures on the mountaintop.

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Nuwa, Fuxi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

There are also many more powerful beings from the primordial era whose names are unknown, but who have heard the teachings of the Dao in the Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, they all lowered their heads and looked down, not daring to look directly at each other.

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

"They're here."

The two words were uttered calmly without any ripples.

But it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in everyone's hearts!

Laozi shuddered, and the Daoist principle of non-action was almost disrupted.

The light of the Primordial Jade Purity Immortal flickered uncertainly, and he lowered his head even further.

The true fire of the sun surrounding Di Jun was extinguished instantly, and he knelt on the ground.

Nuwa's delicate hand trembled slightly, and the illusory image of the Mountain and River Map quietly dissipated.

The fragments of the Bagua compass between Fuxi's fingers stopped spinning, and he dared not make any further deductions.

Jieyin and Zhunti prostrated themselves, their foreheads pressed against the rocks.

Hongyun's face turned deathly pale, and she even held her breath.

Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves drooped down, and the illusory image of the Earth Book sank behind him, not daring to reveal even a trace of it.

The Kunpeng folded its wings tightly, curling up like a quail.

The twelve ancestral witches' blood energy surged, but they suppressed it fiercely, daring not to let it leak out.

Everyone bowed in unison!

"Greetings, senior!"

The voices were unified, filled with an uncontrollable tremor and awe.

No one dared to look up.

No one dared to utter a sound.

No one dared to breathe even a fraction of a second longer.

The mountaintop was deathly silent, like a tomb.

Only the wind from Mount Buzhou continued to howl, causing everyone's robes to flutter loudly.

Kong Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over all the figures with their heads bowed.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Did you come here because of the shackles of Heaven's will?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Lao Tzu suddenly raised his head, his eyes surging with a powerful, unwavering Daoist aura:

"Your senior is wise!"

Yuanshi followed closely behind, his voice tinged with urgency:

"That's exactly why I came!"

Di Jun knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse:

"We listened to the Dao in Zixiao Palace for three thousand years, thinking we had obtained the opportunity to become saints, but unexpectedly..."

He paused, a flicker of barely concealed fear crossing his eyes:

"But little did I expect that it was actually a shackle of Heaven's will!"

"If one day, the selfish desires of Heaven awaken, wouldn't we be..."

He couldn't continue.

But everyone knew what he wanted to say.

Offerings.

The first batch of offerings.

Kong Xuan's words are etched into everyone's heart like a brand.

Three thousand years of arduous cultivation, three thousand years of enlightenment, three thousand years of precious opportunities to achieve sainthood…

It was actually the seed sown by the selfish desires of Heaven.

It's a chain.

It is a shackle.

It binds them to the Heavenly Dao, so they can be harvested at will in the future...

Offerings!

Nuwa raised her eyes, her gaze filled with fear and pleading:

"Senior, what should we do?"

The fragments of the Bagua compass in Fuxi's hand trembled violently, and his voice became hoarse.

"This three-thousand-year-old foundation of cultivation, must it really be severed?"

Hongyun knelt on the ground, her voice trembling:

"Senior, help me!"

Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath and forcibly calmed his mind:

"I'm seeking guidance from experienced individuals!"

Jieyin and Zhunti prostrated themselves, their voices filled with sorrow:

"Please, senior, have mercy!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches clasped their fists in unison, and Dijiang's voice was deep and thunderous:

"Although we are not members of the Xuanmen sect, the shackles of the Heavenly Dao have likely already permeated the very foundation of the primordial world!"

"Please, senior, save my primordial world!"

So everyone bowed their heads!

Therefore, their gazes were fixed on that figure in black robes!

His eyes were filled with pleading, fear, expectation, and a hint of...

An undisguised desire.

Kong Xuan's gaze remained calm.

My gaze swept over those faces, some aged, some dignified, some sorrowful, and some terrified.

A thought arises.

A thought of death.

Kong Xuan slowly opened his mouth:

"The shackles of Heaven can be broken."

The six words were uttered.

Like a spring breeze and gentle rain, like a long-awaited rain after a drought!

Everyone was terrified!

Lao Tzu's beard and hair trembled, and the Daoist principle of non-action nearly collapsed:

"S-Senior, is what you say true?!"

The primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light surged, and his face flushed:

"Solvable?! Really solvable?!"

Di Jun suddenly stood up, then forced himself to kneel again, his voice trembling:

"Please, senior...please, senior, grant me the method!"

Nuwa covered her lips with her delicate hand, tears glistening in her eyes.

The fragments of the Bagua compass between Fuxi's fingers fell to the ground with a thud, but he was completely unaware of it.

Hongyun, tears streaming down his face, kowtowed repeatedly.

The illusory image of Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book suddenly unfolded, then quietly retracted, bowing deeply.

Jieyin and Zhunti embraced their heads and wept bitterly, muttering incantations.

The Kunpeng's wings trembled violently, and the sinister look in its eyes vanished, leaving only boundless longing.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all knelt on one knee, Dijiang's voice hoarse:

"Please, senior, save my primordial world!"

Everyone bowed their heads in unison!

All eyes were on the figure in the black robe!

His eyes were filled with an unprecedented burning passion and anticipation!

Kong Xuan remained silent.

He slowly raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light quietly condensed at his fingertips.

Its radiance is warm and gentle, like the rising sun.

Yet it contains supreme truth that transcends the three thousand Great Daos!

Everyone's pupils constricted!

That is......

What is that?!

Why is it more ancient, more vast, and more... than the Dao of Heaven?

Approaching the origin?!

Kong Xuan bowed his fingers.

A gentle flick.

"Buzz!"

That chaotic light transformed into a wisp of extremely fine and faint light, drifting out from his fingertips.

Like willow catkins in the wind, like ripples on water.

Slowly drifting towards...

Reaching the heavens!

Tongtian trembled violently!

He stared intently at the chaotic stream of light drifting towards him, his hand on his sword bulging with veins, and his breath caught in his throat!

senior......

Senior, what is this...?

"Third brother!"

Laozi let out a low shout, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency and worry!

What is contained in that ray of light?

Was it a stroke of luck?

still......

he does not know.

But he knew that the stream of light was a gift from his predecessor to Tongtian!

The primordial jade-pure immortal light surged, and he stared intently at that ray of light, a complex and indescribable look flashing in his eyes.

Di Jun knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with envy and longing.

Nuwa clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Fuxi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Hongyun, tears streaming down his face, kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves drooped down, and the illusory image of the Earth Script quietly shifted.

Jieyin and Zhunti prostrated themselves, not daring to raise their heads.

Kunpeng slightly folded its wings, its eyes filled with a sinister glint and an undisguised jealousy.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all raised their heads, staring intently at that streak of light!

That ray of light was too close!

So close it feels like you could touch it!

So close that you could catch it with just a reach!

But no one dared to move.

No one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

Because that was a gift from our predecessors that granted us access to the heavens!

And the senior...

He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly observing everything.

That wisp of chaotic light slowly drifted to the space between Tongtian's eyebrows.

A light touch.

It was submerged within it.

"Buzz!"

Tongtian's body trembled violently!

Chaotic light suddenly erupted from his eyes!

He seemed to be frozen in place, standing motionless!

His sword intent surged wildly around him!

But within that sword's cry lay something unprecedented...

Enlightenment!

Everyone's pupils constricted!

They saw it!

I saw the sword intent originating deep within Tongtian's body, which was originally closely connected to the Dao of Heaven...

Fine, almost invisible purplish-gold chain phantoms!

It's quietly emerging!

then.

Under the wash of that wisp of chaotic light...

It crumbled to pieces!

"That is..."

Lao Tzu suddenly stood up, and the Daoist principle of non-action was completely disrupted!

"The shackles of Heaven's Way!"

The primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light surged, and his voice became hoarse:

"The shackles of Heaven's Dao on my third brother... are crumbling!"