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

Yuanshi's face was ashen, the Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered erratically, and his aura was chaotic.

He wanted to refute, but when the words reached his lips, he found himself unable to refute them at all.

Because what Donghuang Taiyi said was also true.

He did say those things just now.

He was indeed weighing the options, considering them, and hesitating.

Seeing that the two were silent, Di Jun's smile grew even wider.

His gaze swept over Laozi, then over Yuanshi, and his voice was leisurely:

"Tsk tsk tsk, the true lineage of Pangu, the Three Pure Ones, the patriarchs of Taoism."

"How venerable, how majestic!"

But upon closer inspection today...

He paused, then chuckled softly:

"It's nothing special."

"If you can't even keep your own brothers, how can you talk about educating the masses? How can you talk about leading the Xuanmen sect?"

Lao Tzu trembled violently.

The Daoist principle of non-action is like a flickering candle in the wind, its light constantly changing.

He looked up at Di Jun, his eyes filled with anger, but beneath that anger lay a hint of...

His disheveled state was hard to conceal.

Because Di Jun's words were like daggers to the heart.

Every single sentence is true.

Yuanshi's face turned deathly pale, his Jade Purity Immortal Light completely receded, and his aura weakened as if he had suffered a severe blow.

He looked at Di Jun, at Donghuang Taiyi, and at all the gazes directed his way.

Among those gazes were mockery, sarcasm, schadenfreude, and...

A hint of indescribable complexity.

He understood the complexity.

Because those people had hesitated just now.

Those people had also weighed their options.

At this moment, however, Di Jun turned his attention to the Three Pure Ones, specifically to him and Laozi.

Those people were happy to watch the show, happy to mock, happy to...

Step on them.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Di Jun said no more.

He turned around, looked at the crowd, and said in a leisurely voice:

"Gentlemen, have you all seen what happened today clearly?"

"Having received the true teachings of our predecessors, Tongtian was our only hope for liberation."

But some people...

He paused, his smile widening.

"They completely extinguished that hope."

"If he can't even trust his own brothers, who else can he trust?"

"Once Tongtian leaves, he may never return."

"The shackles of Heaven's will that bind us..."

He sighed softly and shook his head, saying:

"I'm afraid we'll have to figure it out ourselves."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Yes, Tongtian is gone.

The one who could break the shackles is gone.

What to do about the shackles of Heaven on their bodies?

Countless gazes fell upon Laozi and Yuanshi.

In that gaze, there was resentment, blame, resentment, and also...

A hint of barely concealed schadenfreude.

After all, they are just outsiders.

While it's wrong to distrust those who have connections to the highest levels of authority, it's understandable.

But Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi are different.

They are Tongtian's elder brothers, his own flesh and blood, and his brothers who have been with him through countless years.

Even they didn't trust Tongtian, so how could Tongtian not feel disheartened?

Ultimately, Tongtian was forced to leave by them.

Lao Tzu stood frozen in place, his Daoist aura of non-action in disarray, his aged face filled with bitterness.

He looked at Di Jun, at Donghuang Taiyi, and at those gloating faces.

Suddenly I understood a principle.

This primordial world has never shown any mercy.

They only care about their own interests.

Just now they were angrily rebuking Tongtian and pressuring him.

In the blink of an eye, Di Jun was able to trample them underfoot and ridicule them mercilessly.

Those who had just been angrily rebuking Tongtian were now enjoying watching the show and taking a jab at him.

In this way, they can extricate themselves from the situation.

That way, they can appear innocent.

Then you can...

Continue to be a detached spectator.

Lao Tzu closed his eyes.

He suddenly felt very tired.

From the beginning of time until now, through countless years, he has never felt so tired.

It's not physical fatigue.

It's mental exhaustion.

"Brother..."

Yuanshi stepped forward, his voice hoarse.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes and looked at him.

Looking at his second brother, who was always proud and never bowed his head.

At this moment, his once proud face was now filled with embarrassment and regret.

"Let's go."

When Lao Tzu spoke, his voice was as aged as that of a frail old man:

"go back."

"go back?"

Yuan Shi was taken aback:

"But my third brother..."

"He went back to Kunlun."

Lao Tzu interrupted him, his gaze turning eastward, towards the place where the Three Pure Ones had lived in seclusion since the beginning of time:

"I understand my third brother."

"Although he is fierce and his swordsmanship is soaring, deep down he values ​​loyalty and righteousness the most."

"My departure just now was due to extreme heartbreak and a moment of anger."

"But once he calms down, he will definitely return to Kunlun."

"Because that's our home."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered slightly, and a complex emotion flashed across his cold and stern face:

"Eldest brother is right... But after what we did just now... does Third Brother still want to see us?"

Lao Tzu remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"I don't know."

"But we should always give it a try."

"We can't just stand by and watch our third brother become disloyal."

Yuanshi nodded emphatically:

"Elder brother is right!"

The two exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

His body shimmered with celestial light, which transformed into two streaks of light that sped eastward.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Everyone looked in the direction where the Three Pure Ones had left, their expressions varied.

Di Jun's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes flashing as if he were deep in thought.

Nuwa sighed softly and turned to leave.

Fuxi followed closely behind.

Hongyun Patriarch struggled to his feet, exchanged a glance with Zhen Yuanzi, and both saw a trace of relief in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, they were just outsiders.

Fortunately, they still have room for maneuver.

The twelve Ancestral Witches departed silently. Before leaving, Dijiang took a deep look in the direction of Kunlun.

Jieyin and Zhunti, supporting each other, staggered away.

Kunpeng huddled at the edge of the crowd, and only after everyone had dispersed did it quietly disappear into the chaos.

The summit of Mount Buzhou has fallen silent once more.

Only the winds of Buzhou Mountain still howl.

Kunlun Mountain.

Majestic and magnificent, stretching for millions of miles.

Amidst the swirling mist, exotic flowers and rare herbs abound, and cascading waterfalls flow freely.

The Sanqing Hall sits atop the main peak, ancient and magnificent, exuding a Taoist aura.

now.

The palace gates were tightly closed.

A figure in black robes sat cross-legged on the stone steps in front of the hall.

Reaching the heavens.

He gazed at the familiar sea of ​​clouds below the mountain, and at the temple where he and his two elder brothers had lived for countless years.

His gaze was calm, yet it carried an indescribable complexity.

came back.

They came back after all.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile here was created by the three of them.

Every inch of land bears their imprint.

Every wisp of celestial mist carries their memories.

Tongtian closed his eyes.

Images from countless years ago float into my mind.

At that time, they had just been born from the primordial spirit of Pangu, ignorant and unaware, relying on each other for survival.

The eldest brother always sat quietly to the side, watching him and his second brother play around. Occasionally, he would smile slightly, and as the Daoist aura flowed, the true meaning of the Great Dao would quietly emerge.

My second brother, Yuanshi, was not as arrogant and aloof as he is now. He would chase and play with me in the Kunlun Mountains and patiently explain things to me when I encountered obstacles in my enlightenment.

Together they comprehended the Great Dao, together they honed their foundations, and together they faced the primordial storms.

Endless years.

They were never separated.

But today...

Tongtian opened his eyes.

His gaze drifted down the mountain.

There, two streaks of light were rushing towards them.

Getting closer.

It's getting clearer and clearer.