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

Laozi's expression changed slightly.

Of course he remembers.

Tongtian said he saw the future.

I witnessed the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

I saw the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

He saw his father holding the Taiji diagram and sealing the Tongtian Sword Gate.

They saw the Primordial Beginning holding the Pangu Banner and slicing through the Heavenly Sword.

Those words were etched into his heart like a brand.

Can......

"Third brother."

Lao Tzu took a deep breath:

"That's just one possibility for the future."

"It may not happen."

Tongtian laughed.

The smile was bittersweet, tinged with a hint of relief.

"Yes, it might not happen."

"But, have you ever thought about...?"

He paused, his gaze hardening.

"What if it really happens?"

Lao Tzu was speechless.

Tongtian continued:

"I know you are going to hear the sermon."

"I won't stop you."

"But you must remember..."

"That method of becoming a quasi-saint may not be a good thing."

Lao Tzu frowned:

"What do you mean by that, Third Brother?"

Tongtian shook his head:

"I can't say."

Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

"Just remember this: if one day you cultivate to the peak of Quasi-Saint, only to find your path blocked..."

"Don't regret it."

Lao Tzu's expression was solemn.

He gazed at Tongtian, at those calm, almost indifferent eyes.

A sense of unease suddenly welled up in my heart.

Third brother... what exactly does he know?

"Third brother."

Lao Tzu spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Are you really not going?"

Tongtian shook his head:

"I'm not going."

"When the Jie Sect was first established, its disciples needed my guidance."

"Besides..."

He paused, gazing into the depths of chaos:

"That Zixiao Palace is not meant for me."

Lao Tzu remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded:

"In that case, I will not force you."

"Third brother, take care."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Tzu turned around and disappeared into the chaos.

Tongtian stood still, watching the dissipating stream of light.

He remained motionless for a long time.

Behind them, a figure in a black robe quietly appeared.

Kong Xuan.

"Reluctant to part with it?"

He spoke, his voice calm.

Tongtian turned around and bowed deeply:

"senior."

"It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it."

"only......"

He paused, his gaze complex.

"I couldn't bear to watch my elder brother walk down a dead end."

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"You've already reminded him."

"It's his business if he doesn't believe it."

You can't save everyone.

Tongtian nodded:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan gazed into the depths of chaos, towards the direction of Zixiao Palace:

"The second sermon is about to begin."

"Hongjun's move was the culmination of three thousand years of planning."

"This time, he will pass on the method of severing the three corpses."

"Three thousand guests from the Purple Heaven Palace would treat it as a priceless treasure."

"They will compete, they will fight, they will train with all their might."

"Then......"

He paused:

"Make yourself into a useless person."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian felt a chill run down his spine.

"senior."

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Is there really no way to stop it?"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"It can't be stopped."

"Because that's what they want."

"They don't want what you offer them."

"They fought over what Hongjun gave them."

"This is the human heart."

Tongtian remained silent.

He knew that Kong Xuan was telling the truth.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, he gave them a chance.

Let them find the solution themselves.

But three thousand years have passed, and who has solved it?

nobody.

All they do is beg.

Beg Hongjun, beg him, beg anyone.

They will never ask for help from themselves.

"senior."

Tongtian raised his head:

"How should the disciples of the Jie Sect be taught?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Preach their true teachings."

"Let them understand their own minds and nature, know good and evil, and realize their true nature."

"Let them go their own way."

"Instead of following the path paved by others."

Tongtian nodded emphatically:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly, and his figure slowly faded away.

Dissipated into chaos.

Tongtian stood still in the same spot for a long time.

After a long while, he turned around and looked towards Jin'ao Island.

On the island, thousands of disciples are practicing.

Those auras, though not strong, were pure.

Those eyes, though young, were resolute.

This is his disciple.

This is the future of the Jie Sect.

Tongtian's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile.

enough.

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates were wide open.

Three thousand guests from the Purple Heaven Palace arrived one after another.

This time, there was no fighting or commotion.

Everyone stood with their heads bowed, their faces respectful.

Because they know that preaching today is no small matter.

The method of quasi-saints.

The Way to Sever the Three Corpses.

That is the key to a higher realm.

Di Jun stood at the front of the crowd, his body surrounded by the true fire of the sun, his eyes filled with longing.

Donghuang Taiyi stood beside him, his injuries not yet healed, but his eyes were equally blazing.

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

Although the face of the Red Cloud Ancestor, riding on a red cloud, was still deathly pale, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves hung down, and the illusory image of the Earth Script floated and sank, as heavy as a mountain.

The Kunpeng's wings were slightly folded, and the cracks on its black feathers remained, but in its eyes there was only longing.

Jieyin and Zhunti supported each other, their bodies shimmering with golden light. Though still disheveled, their eyes held the strength of drowning people grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood to one side, twelve streams of blood energy soaring into the sky, yet within those blood energy lay a trace of undisguised urgency.

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi stood side by side, radiating divine light, their expressions solemn.

Three thousand guests from the Purple Heaven have gathered here.

wait.

Waiting for the appearance of the Dao Ancestor.

Waiting for the quasi-saintly method.

Amidst the swirling purple mist, a figure in a purple robe quietly emerged.

Hongjun.

He sat cross-legged on the cloud platform, his purple robe flowing down, exuding a Taoist aura.

His gaze swept over the crowd, calm as still water:

"They're all here."

The three words, when uttered, sounded like the voice of the Great Dao.

Everyone bowed their heads in unison:

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Hongjun nodded slightly:

Get up.

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads.

Hongjun gazed at them, at those faces filled with longing.

A very faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Today's sermon will last for three thousand years."

"He expounded on the methods of the sages and described the way to eliminate the three corpses."

"Those who are destined to receive it will obtain it; those who are not destined... should not force it."

The words fell.

Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

His body was enveloped in a surge of purple energy, and the Daoist principles of Heaven surged forth from within him like a bursting river.

It transformed into countless fine purple-gold runes, flowing and evolving in the void.

Those runes were more mysterious and profound than when he first preached.

It was as if each rune contained the secret to a higher realm.

The crowd devoured the food with ravenous hunger.

Di Jun's body was enveloped in a surge of true solar fire, and his aura rose steadily.

A trace of color finally returned to Donghuang Taiyi's pale face.

The illusory image of Nuwa's landscape painting became increasingly solid, and the flow of creation energy continued uninterrupted.

Fuxi's Bagua disc spun rapidly, and the secrets of heaven became increasingly clear.

The red cloud ridden by the Old Ancestor of Red Clouds showed faint signs of recovery.

The illusory image of Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book was as heavy as a mountain, and its aura became increasingly profound.

The cracks on the wings of the Kunpeng began to slowly heal.

Jieyin and Zhunti were surrounded by golden light. The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with ecstasy.

The twelve ancestral witches' blood and energy surged like boiling water, their aura rising steadily.

As Lao Tzu's philosophy of non-action flowed, the celestial light around him became increasingly pure.

The primordial Jade Purity radiance surged, displaying its full majesty.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, the Daoist aura surged like a tide.

Everyone was immersed in the profound mystery of the Quasi-Saint's Method.