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

Everyone was shocked and their expressions changed drastically.

The twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions changed drastically. Dijiang's spatial power became chaotic. Gonggong and Zhurong exchanged a glance, both seeing an undisguised fear and apprehension in each other's eyes.

Tongtian is one of the Three Pure Ones.

These twelve ancestral witches, claiming to be the true descendants of Pangu and born from the essence and blood of Pangu, have never taken the Three Pure Ones seriously.

So what if it's Pangu's primordial spirit? Pangu's essence and blood are the true orthodox source!

But now...

Tongtian's strength surged, and he stepped into the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from the legendary Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm!

Although the twelve Ancestral Witches possessed the cultivation of Great Luo Golden Immortals, it took the combined efforts of all twelve of them to fight against Hunyuan.

If he were to face Tongtian alone...

Dijiang dared not think any further.

He stared intently at the figure in black robes fluttering in the wind, at the chaotic sword light flowing in those eyes, and the pride of being a true descendant of Pangu in his heart was crumbling inch by inch.

Tongtian received this opportunity, and his cultivation level increased dramatically.

What do the twelve ancestral witches have to fight with?

What can one use to contend for the primordial destiny? What can one use to contend for the protagonist of heaven and earth? What can one use to contend for that elusive and ethereal holy position?

Gonggong breathed heavily, his voice hoarse and torn amidst the rising steam:

"Big brother..."

"Shut up."

Dijiang interrupted him with a low shout.

But wasn't his own heart also in turmoil?

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were both deathly pale.

The two supported each other, standing frozen on the mountaintop, their bodies surrounded by flickering solar flames, like candles in the wind.

They are primordial deities born from the sun, existing since the beginning of time.

They plotted for countless years, gathering all the demons, building their power, and intending to dominate the primordial world.

The blueprint for the Demon Court had already taken shape in their minds.

The Heavenly Emperor Wang Jun, also known as Donghuang Taiyi, commands all demons, rules the Heavenly Court, and lives as long as heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon!

But now...

Tongtian's strength increased dramatically.

The Three Pure Ones are of the same ilk. Laozi is inactive, and Yuanshi is arrogant. But if Tongtian wants to compete, how could they stand idly by?

With the combined power of the Three Pure Ones, plus Tongtian's peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal strength...

Di Jun shivered.

He suddenly realized that his meticulously planned demon court blueprint paled in comparison to that figure in black robes, to that towering figure in fluttering black robes...

It's just a piece of waste paper.

"Brother..."

Donghuang Taiyi spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and as if torn apart:

"Will the Heavenly Gate...become an obstacle for us?"

Di Jun did not answer.

He just stared intently at Tongtian, at the figure whose aura was rising steadily.

a long time.

He slowly shook his head.

"Won't."

Donghuang Taiyi was taken aback.

Di Jun's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented clarity:

"Reaching for the heavens will not be an obstacle."

"Because if he wants to be an obstacle, we..."

He paused, a hint of undisguised bitterness flashing in his eyes:

"They don't even qualify to be an obstacle."

Donghuang Taiyi shuddered.

He suddenly understood what his brother meant.

Obstacles?

That kind of contest only exists between equally matched individuals.

If the difference in strength is significant...

That is not an obstacle.

That is......

crush.

"Not to mention..."

Di Jun raised his eyes and looked at the figure in black robes who still stood with his hands behind his back:

"That senior's attitude."

"He imparted the Tongtian teachings to a single individual."

"What does this honor signify?"

Donghuang Taiyi remained silent.

He certainly knew what it meant.

This means that the senior valued Tongtian.

This means that Tongtian was different from others in that senior's eyes.

This means that if one day they clash with Tongtian...

Whose side will that senior take?

The answer is self-evident.

Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and whispered:

"From this day forward, Tongtian... must not be offended."

"Not only should you not offend them, you should also...do your best to be on good terms with them."

Donghuang Taiyi nodded emphatically.

But the bitterness in my heart was something I couldn't suppress.

They were originally primordial deities born from the sun, existing since the creation of heaven and earth. How revered they were! How proud they were!

But now...

But they have to depend on others and be mindful of their moods.

All of this was because of that figure in black robes.

It was all because of that wisp of chaotic light that entered Tongtian's brow.

Di Jun raised his eyes and looked at the figure in black robes, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

envious.

Hey.

In awe.

There was also a trace of... indescribable longing.

If that ray of light had entered his brow...

If the person that senior values ​​is Di Jun...

The one whose cultivation level has skyrocketed and who has ascended to the heavens in one step is none other than Di Jun!

Not reaching the heavens!

But he dared not think about it.

They dared not reveal even a hint of it.

Because that senior still stood with his hands behind his back.

His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to see through everything.

Including that extremely faint feeling in his heart...

unwilling.

Di Jun trembled and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

The mountaintop was deathly silent, like a tomb.

All eyes were fixed on the figure in the black robe fluttering in the wind.

Reaching the heavens.

The Tongtian of this moment is completely different from the Tongtian who stood with his hand on his sword and whose eyes were burning bright in the Zixiao Palace three thousand years ago.

His aura was deep and profound, his sword intent restrained as if a blade were hidden within a sheath.

But those eyes...

But it was brighter than ever before.

He slowly raised his hand.

The fingers are long and slender with distinct joints.

Within his palm, a wisp of chaotic sword light flowed silently, like a newborn infant, pure and tender, yet containing infinite possibilities.

"This is..."

Tongtian muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, yet trembling uncontrollably:

"Peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm..."

He suddenly turned around.

I looked toward that figure in the black robe.

I looked at the senior who stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm.

Just as Tongtian was about to express his gratitude, Kong Xuan waved his hand slightly.

Tongtian shuddered and came to Kong Xuan's side, his black robes fluttering and his eyes burning.

He was no longer the same Tongtian who stood with his hand on his sword, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

Then, he looked up.

His gaze swept over the dark mass of kneeling figures on the mountaintop.

The other two of the Three Pure Ones.

Di Jun Taiyi.

Nuwa and Fuxi.

Receiving and guiding the Bodhisattva.

Yuanzi of Hongyun Town.

Kunpeng.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches.

There were also dozens of powerful beings from the primordial era, each with varying degrees of strength.

At that moment, everyone was staring intently at him.

His eyes were full of longing.

There was also a hint of... barely concealed urgency.

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly:

"Want to break free from the shackles of Heaven's will?"

Everyone nodded in unison, as if pounding garlic.

Kong Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Laozi and Yuanshi:

"You want to too?"

Laozi shuddered, and the Daoist aura of non-action fluctuated violently.

Does he want to?

Of course he wants to!

Having obtained this opportunity, Tongtian stepped into the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

His father, the primordial spirit of Pangu, was the head of the Three Pure Ones. How could he be inferior to others?

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Because the gaze of that figure in black robes was far too calm.

He was so calm, as if he had seen through everything.

Including that trace of resentment, that trace of jealousy, that trace of...

eager.