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

On the high platform.

Hongjun spoke golden lotuses, each word transforming into purple-gold runes that intertwined and evolved in the void.

But deep within his eyes, a very faint glint flashed...

Mocking.

Let's fix it.

Keep fixing it.

When your three corpses are completely severed and your foundation for cultivation is completely destroyed.

When the road ahead is blocked.

Then you will know who your only master is.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

A figure in a black robe stood in the void.

Kong Xuan.

He gazed in the direction of Zixiao Palace, at the swirling purple mist, and at the three thousand figures frantically devouring the Dao essence of Heaven.

His gaze was calm, like a deep pool in an ancient well.

Behind him, the void rippled slightly.

A figure in black robes quietly appeared.

Reaching the heavens.

"senior."

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"They...are really practicing the method of severing the three corpses."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"I know."

Tongtian gazed in the direction of Zixiao Palace, watching the figures whose auras were steadily rising.

Looking at Lao Tzu, looking at Yuan Shi, looking at those familiar faces.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"senior."

He spoke:

"Is there any hope for them?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"have."

"When they reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, they found that their path forward was cut off."

"At that time, if they could awaken and sever the Dao wounds left by the method of severing the three corpses."

"Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope."

Tongtian's eyes lit up:

"How to kill?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Use you to preach their doctrine."

"Use the methods of the Jie Sect."

"Seize a glimmer of hope."

Tongtian shuddered.

He suddenly understood.

Confucius promoted his method and encouraged him to establish the Jie Sect.

It wasn't to save those three thousand Purple Cloud Guests.

Rather, it was to leave a way out for those who had nowhere else to turn.

When they realize it.

When they are in despair.

The Jie Sect was their last hope.

"senior......"

Tongtian bowed deeply:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Let's go back."

"Teach your disciples well."

"Three thousand years later, the sermons at Zixiao Palace will come to an end."

"Many people will come to Jin'ao Island."

"At that time, the Jie Sect was the true Jie Sect."

Tongtian nodded emphatically:

"Your disciple will remember this."

The words fell.

He turned and disappeared into the chaos.

Kong Xuan stood still, gazing in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Gazing at the swirling purple mist, and at the three thousand figures desperately devouring it.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Hongjun..."

He whispered, his voice barely audible:

"You set up your own plan."

I will pave my own road.

"Three thousand years from now, let's see who has the last laugh."

The words fell.

As his black robe fluttered, his figure slowly faded away.

Dissipated into the depths of chaos.

......

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Purple mist wafted like a tide, and the Daoist aura surged like waves.

Hongjun spoke golden lotuses, each word transforming into purple-gold runes that intertwined and evolved in the void.

The runes were more mysterious and profound than when he first preached, each one seemingly containing the secret to a higher realm.

The method of quasi-saints.

The Way to Sever the Three Corpses.

The three thousand Purple Cloud guests were as hungry as if they were thirsty, frantically devouring the cascading Heavenly Dao essence.

Di Jun sat cross-legged on a futon, his body ablaze with the True Fire of the Sun, within which three illusory figures were faintly coalescing.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, following the method taught by Hongjun, immersing himself in the three illusory figures.

Slay the good corpse.

Slay the evil corpse.

Sever the obsession within.

The complete severing of the three corpses marks the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Emperor Jun was overjoyed. This method was too profound. He only needed to entrust it to a spiritual treasure to sever the three corpses. There was no need to go through the endless years of arduous cultivation.

He possesses the Hetu and Luoshu, innate spiritual treasures, sufficient to contain a benevolent corpse.

In just three thousand years, one can step into the realm of Quasi-Saint!

Although Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell was destroyed, he still possessed other spiritual treasures. At this moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated, his demonic energy surging around him, faintly showing signs of severing his own corpse.

Nuwa sat cross-legged on a futon, with the phantom image of the Mountain and River Map slowly swirling behind her.

Following the method taught by Hongjun, she immersed her mind in the picture, sensing the benevolent corpse that was about to be severed.

Fuxi spun the Bagua compass in his hand rapidly, and the secrets of heaven became increasingly clear. He frowned slightly, as if he had gained some understanding, yet also seemed puzzled.

Ancestor Hongyun rode on a red cloud, his body surrounded by celestial light.

He was the weakest in cultivation, but at this moment he was doing his best to try to seize that slight opportunity to sever the corpse.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves hung down, and the illusory image of the earth script was as heavy as a mountain.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his aura becoming increasingly deep and focused.

The Kunpeng's wings folded slightly, and the cracks on its black feathers were slowly healing.

Following the method taught by Hongjun, he focused his mind into his body, sensing the three illusory figures.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances, their eyes filled with wild joy. Golden light shone brightly around them, faintly indicating the imminent annihilation of their corpses.

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood to one side. Although they were not members of the Xuanmen sect, they were desperately absorbing the cascading Daoist essence.

Their physical bodies are incredibly strong, but their cultivation has been stagnant at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level for a long time. If they could obtain the method of Quasi-Saint, they could advance to the next level!

Everyone was practicing frantically.

Everyone was desperately devouring it.

Only Lao Tzu.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, his body exuding a Daoist aura of non-action, yet within that aura lay an undeniable disorder.

His heart was filled with turmoil.

Because Tongtian's words were now echoing in his ears.

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

"If one day you cultivate to the peak of Quasi-Saint, only to find that the path ahead is blocked, do not regret it."

Laozi opened his eyes and looked at the purple-robed figure on the high platform.

Hongjun continued to speak golden lotuses, his face as calm as a deep, ancient well.

Lao Tzu looked around again, at the figures who were desperately cultivating.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, Nuwa, Fuxi, Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, Zhunti, the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

Everyone was frantically absorbing the essence of the Heavenly Dao.

Everyone was trying to dismember the corpse.

A chill ran through Lao Tzu's heart.

He recalled the calm, almost indifferent eyes of Tongtian atop Mount Buzhou.

He recalled what Tongtian had said.

The shackles of Heaven's Way.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

There's also the scene in the future where he holds a Tai Chi diagram and seals off the Tongtian Sword Gate.

Those words were etched into his heart like a brand.

But three thousand years have passed, and he still believes that it was just one side of the story told by Tongtian.

He thought that Tongtian was misled by Kong Xuan, which was why he said those things.

He thought that as long as he came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao and practiced the methods of a Quasi-Saint, he could attain the Great Dao.

But at this moment...

Laozi looked at the method of severing the corpse transmitted by Hongjun.

Entrusting the spiritual treasure, the three corpses are severed.

Is this method really okay?

He was pondering.

suddenly.

"Buzz..."

A vast aura suddenly erupted from his side!

Lao Tzu suddenly turned his head.

Yuanshi was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his body radiating a surge of Jade Purity Immortal Light!

Within that celestial light, a figure exactly like Yuanshi was slowly coalescing!

Good corpse!

The Primordial One entrusted the power to the Pangu Banner, and at this very moment, the benevolent corpse was severed!

Lao Tzu's pupils suddenly contracted!

The phantom of the benevolent corpse became increasingly solid, complementing the original primordial body and radiating an extremely pure Daoist aura.

Yuanshi opened his eyes.

Within his eyes, the Jade Pure Immortal Light flowed, and his aura rose steadily!

Peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm...

break!

Early stage of Quasi-Saint!