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

Lao Tzu took a deep breath and bowed deeply:

"Please, senior...give me some guidance!"

Yuanshi followed closely behind, his Jade Purity Immortal Light subdued, his voice hoarse:

"I'd appreciate guidance from experienced colleagues!"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

Then, he looked at Di Jun Taiyi.

Di Jun trembled and immediately bowed his head:

"I'd appreciate guidance from experienced colleagues!"

Donghuang Taiyi knelt with difficulty, his voice hoarse:

"Please, senior... have mercy!"

Kong Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Nuwa and Fuxi.

Nuwa's delicate hands trembled slightly as she bowed her head deeply.

"I'd appreciate guidance from experienced colleagues!"

Fuxi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and bowed his head as well.

Kong Xuan looked toward Jieyin and Zhunti.

The two men prostrated themselves on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the rocks, and golden light swirled wildly around them.

"Please, senior... please, senior..."

His voice trembled, and he spoke incoherently.

Kong Xuan looked towards Hongyun Town Yuanzi.

Hongyun, tears streaming down his face, kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves fell down as he bowed deeply, the illusory image of the Earth Book disappearing behind him.

Kong Xuan looked towards the Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng folded its wings tightly, curled up like a quail, and bowed its head deeply.

Kong Xuan looked toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang led the group of ancestral witches, all of whom knelt on one knee, clasped their hands, and bowed their heads.

"Please, senior, save my Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

His voice was deep and thunderous, yet it carried an undisguised urgency.

Kong Xuan looked back at the dozens of figures behind him.

Everyone bowed their heads in unison.

"I'd appreciate guidance from experienced colleagues!"

"Please, senior, have mercy!"

"Please, senior, save me!"

The sounds rose and fell, echoing across the mountaintop.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly, and his black hair falling down.

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

then.

He slowly turned around.

"senior!"

Laozi suddenly raised his head, his Daoist aura of non-action fluctuating violently, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency:

"Where are you going, senior?!"

Kong Xuan did not turn around.

He simply said:

"I have already given Tongtian the method to unlock the shackles of Heaven's Dao."

The words fell.

His figure began to slowly fade away.

Like ink droplets falling into water, it vanishes silently.

"senior!!"

The Primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light surged, and he abruptly rose to his feet, only to force himself to kneel again, his voice hoarse and as if torn apart:

"Please wait, senior!!"

But the figure in the black robe continued to fade.

getting lighter.

It's getting increasingly blurry.

finally.

Like a wisp of smoke, blown away by the wind of Buzhou Mountain.

scattered.

The mountaintop was deathly silent, like a tomb.

Everyone stood frozen in place, their minds blank.

gone?

Senior...is he gone?

Di Jun staggered to his feet, then collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

He gazed at the empty void, at the place where no trace of life remained, his lips trembling, yet no sound came out.

Donghuang Taiyi gripped his brother's sleeve tightly, his knuckles already turning white.

Nuwa covered her lips with her delicate hand, and tears finally streamed down her face.

Fuxi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but his trembling fingertips betrayed the turbulent emotions he was experiencing.

Hongyun Patriarch collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself, but he didn't even know what he was saying.

Zhen Yuanzi's illusory image of the Earth Book suddenly unfolded and then suddenly retracted, his sleeves hanging down, his face as solemn as iron.

Jieyin and Zhunti prostrated themselves, their foreheads pressed against the rocks, golden light swirling wildly around them, yet they dared not raise their heads for a long time.

The Kunpeng's wings trembled violently as it huddled at the edge of the crowd, its gloom gone, leaving only boundless bewilderment and... a trace of regret.

The twelve ancestral witches all stood up, then stood frozen in place.

Di Jiang's spatial power was in complete disarray. He looked at the empty void with disbelief in his eyes.

Gonggong and Zhurong exchanged a glance, both seeing the same fear in each other's eyes.

The senior colleague has passed away.

However, the shackles of Heaven's will on them have not yet been removed.

So what should they do?

All eyes began to slowly turn.

As if being pulled by an invisible force.

finally.

They all fell to the same point.

It landed on that figure in black robes fluttering in the wind, his sword intent restrained.

Reaching the heavens.

At this moment, Tongtian still stands in the same spot where Kong Xuan had just stood.

He gazed at the empty void, at the direction in which the figure in black robes had disappeared.

He remained silent for a long time.

He recalled the wisp of chaotic light that had just entered his brow.

He recalled the unprecedented enlightenment he felt when that ray of light exploded deep within his soul.

I recall the feeling of relief and ease when those shackles of fate crumbled inch by inch.

He also recalled the words spoken by that figure in black robes before disappearing.

"I have already given Tongtian the method to unlock the shackles of Heaven's Dao."

Tongtian shuddered.

He suddenly understood.

The senior colleague has passed away.

It refers to all those atop this mountain who have not yet broken free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao...

It was handed over to him.

Lao Tzu was the first to regain his senses.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and slowly stood up.

As the Daoist principles of non-action flowed, he looked up at Tongtian, his gaze extremely complex.

Glad.

envious.

There's also a hint of... indescribable complexity.

"Third brother."

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Senior... did you really pass on the solution to him?"

Tongtian slowly turned around.

His gaze was calm as it fell upon Lao Tzu.

Those eyes were completely different from those of Tongtian, who stood with his hand on his sword and whose gaze was piercing, in the Zixiao Palace three thousand years ago.

More profound.

More reserved.

Even more...unfathomable.

"Yes."

The word was uttered calmly, without a ripple.

But to the ears of the crowd, it sounded like a thunderclap from the heavens!

Laozi shuddered, and the Daoist principle of non-action nearly collapsed.

Yuanshi suddenly looked up, his Jade Purity Immortal Light surging, staring intently at Tongtian:

"Third brother! Could you please tell us the solution?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath.

All eyes were fixed on Tongtian.

Waiting for his reply.

Tongtian remained silent.

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

He glanced at Lao Tzu's anxious face.

He glanced at Yuanshi's longing eyes.

He glanced at Di Jun's deathly pale face.

His gaze swept over Nuwa's tearful eyes.

It swept across Fuxi's trembling fingertips.

He glanced at Hongyun, who was in a sorry state, tears streaming down her face.

He glanced at Zhen Yuanzi's solemn expression.

It swept over the humble prostrations of Jieyin and Zhunti.

His gaze swept over the huddled figure of the Kunpeng.

His gaze swept over the stiff figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

There were also dozens of powerful beings from the primordial era, each with varying strengths, kneeling on the ground, their eyes filled with longing and pleading.

Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

Everyone placed their hopes on him alone.

Tongtian suddenly laughed.

His smile was bittersweet, yet it carried a hint of unprecedented relief.

He finally understood why his senior had instructed him individually.

It's not because I value it.

It's not because of favoritism.

Rather, it's because...

Only in this way can he truly understand what responsibility means.

What is responsibility?

What is the Tao?

"The shackles of Heaven's Way".

Tongtian spoke slowly, his voice calm yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"It can be solved."

"But the solution..."

He paused, his gaze hardening.

"Not me."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Lao Tzu frowned deeply:

"What do you mean by that, Third Brother?! Our senior has clearly already taught you the solution!"

The light of the Primordial Jade Purity Immortal flickered uncertainly, and its voice was urgent:

"Third brother! If you don't want to tell us, just say so! Why use such words to fob us off?!"