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

Jin'ao Island.

The main hall of the Jie Sect.

Tongtian sat cross-legged on the futon, his body radiating sword intent, having entered a meditative state.

He has lived like this for three thousand years.

Solidify the foundation of the Dao, hone the sword intent, and teach disciples.

The name of the Jie Sect gradually spread further and further away.

Those who have nowhere else to turn, those forgotten by the primordial world, those who yearn for the Way but have nowhere to turn...

They came one after another.

There are already eight thousand disciples on Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian opened his eyes.

His gaze pierced through the palace walls, looking into the depths of chaos.

There, in the direction of Zixiao Palace, purple mist swirls like a tide, and Daoist energy surges like waves.

It's been three thousand years.

The second sermon is now over.

He slowly rose to his feet, his black robe billowing in the breeze.

One step forward, and you stand outside Jin'ao Island.

Behind them, eight thousand disciples bowed their heads in unison:

"Welcome, Master!"

Tongtian did not turn back.

He simply gazed into the depths of chaos, at the place where purple energy surged.

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

Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates slowly opened.

Three thousand guests from the Purple Heaven Palace filed out of the gate.

The leader was Di Jun.

His body was surrounded by blazing solar fire, and his aura was several times stronger than it had been three thousand years ago!

Within the flames, a phantom figure flickered in and out of sight...

The first beheading of the benevolent corpse!

Early stage of Quasi-Saint!

Donghuang Taiyi followed closely behind, his demonic energy surging. Although the Chaos Bell was destroyed, his three thousand years of arduous cultivation had allowed him to sever his benevolent body and step into the Quasi-Saint realm!

Nuwa and Fuxi emerged side by side.

Behind Nuwa, the phantom image of the Mountain and River Map swirled, with a phantom image appearing and disappearing.

Fuxi's Bagua disc spun rapidly, his aura solidified, and he too severed the good corpse.

Ancestor Hongyun rode on a red cloud, his face rosy and his aura pure, showing no trace of dishevelment.

Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves fluttered, the illusory image of the Earth Book was as heavy as a mountain, the good corpse had just been severed, and his aura was deep and stagnant.

With a flap of its wings, the Kunpeng's black feathers blotted out the sky, and a phantom image floated on its wings.

Jieyin and Zhunti supported each other, their bodies radiating golden light, within which was also a phantom.

The twelve ancestral witches' blood energy surged to the heavens. Although they had not severed their corpses, there were faint signs of a breakthrough within that blood energy.

Lao Tzu walked side by side with Yuan Shi.

Lao Tzu's body was enveloped in the flowing energy of non-action, and the illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram floated behind him; the good corpse had been severed.

The primordial Jade Purity Immortal Light surged, and the illusory image of the Pangu Banner swirled, its aura becoming even more solid than it had been three thousand years ago.

The three thousand Purple Cloud Guests have all severed their good corpses!

They have all entered the early stage of Quasi-Saint!

Di Jun laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"Early stage of Quasi-Saint! This is the early stage of Quasi-Saint!"

"Three thousand years! No more than three thousand years!"

"What shackles of Heaven? What dead end?"

"That Kong Xuan is indeed spreading heretical rumors and misleading the public!"

Donghuang Taiyi's eyes were icy cold:

"How laughable that Tongtian actually believed Kong Xuan's words and created this Jie Sect to seize a sliver of hope!"

"Now we have all reached the Quasi-Saint level, yet he is still on Golden Turtle Island, guarding that swarm of ants!"

Nuwa frowned slightly:

"Taiyi, be careful what you say."

"Senior Brother Tongtian...after all, he once sat with us in the Purple Cloud Palace."

Donghuang Taiyi sneered:

"Sharing the Purple Clouds?"

"If he still cherishes the bonds of camaraderie among fellow disciples, he should come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao!"

"But has he come?"

Nuwa remained silent.

Fuxi sighed softly:

"Never mind, everyone has their own ambitions."

"Since Tongtian has chosen that path, let him go."

Ancestor Hongyun stepped forward:

"Gentlemen, we have now all entered the Quasi-Saint realm, and the path ahead is clear..."

"What should we do next?"

The group exchanged glances and fell silent.

Yes, so what should we do next?

The early stage of Quasi-Saint is just the beginning.

There are also mid-stage, late-stage, and peak Quasi-Saint levels to come.

Next comes the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Di Jun said in a deep voice:

"The Dao Ancestor said that only by severing the three corpses can one achieve the perfection of Quasi-Saint."

"We are now only slaying the good corpses; there are still evil corpses and obsessive corpses to be slain."

"If you want to go further, you still need to practice diligently."

Donghuang Taiyi nodded:

"Exactly."

"Three thousand years later, the Dao Ancestor will give a third sermon."

"At that time, either the method of severing the remaining two corpses will be passed on, or the method of Hunyuan Daluo will be passed on."

Nuwa gazed into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace, her eyes filled with complex emotions:

"The Dao Ancestor... will he truly pass on his teachings?"

The Bagua disc in Fuxi's hand spun rapidly:

"The celestial secrets are deduced... a state of utter chaos."

"But since the Dao Ancestor has said so, it must be true."

The face of the Old Ancestor Hongyun was flushed:

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"We'll come back in three thousand years!"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slowly:

"That makes sense."

"Now that we have reached the Quasi-Saint level, we only need to wait three thousand years before we can advance to the next level."

Kunpeng spreads its wings:

"Then let's go back!"

"Return to Zixiao Palace three thousand years later!"

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance and nodded in unison:

"good!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches' blood energy surged, and Dijiang said in a deep voice:

"Walk!"

The group was about to set off.

suddenly.

A calm voice echoed from the depths of chaos:

"You...do you really believe that the method of dismembering corpses is the right path?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically!

Suddenly turned around!

Amidst the churning of the chaotic sea, a figure in a black robe slowly emerged.

Kong Xuan.

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

His gaze was calm as he looked at the three thousand figures whose auras were just beginning to take shape.

Looking at those beings in the early stages of Quasi-Sainthood.

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

There's also Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi.

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted!

The true fire of the sun around him suddenly surged, the phantom of the benevolent corpse appeared, and the pressure of the early quasi-saint was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on Kong Xuan!

"Kong Xuan!"

"You dare to come here?!"

Donghuang Taiyi stepped forward, his demonic energy surging like a tide. The shame of the destroyed Chaos Bell was now transformed into a boundless killing intent!

"You destroyed my prized possession back then, today I will avenge that!"

Nuwa frowned, her gaze towards Kong Xuan carrying an indescribable complexity.

Fuxi spun the Bagua disc in his hand rapidly, deducing the reality or illusion of the figure before him.

What can be deduced is still a state of chaos.

Hongyun Patriarch's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves fell down, and the illusory image of the Earth Book was as heavy as a mountain, yet within that mountain, there was a faint, imperceptible tremor.

The Kunpeng's wings were slightly folded, and its eyes flashed with a sinister light, as if it were thinking about something.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, then retreated in unison, disappearing into the crowd.

The twelve Ancestral Witches' blood energy surged, and the spatial power around Dijiang was in complete chaos. He said in a deep voice:

"Kong Xuan! What are you doing here?!"

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi stood side by side, gazing at the figure in black robes, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

Kong Xuan.

The one who shattered the Chaos Bell with a single glance.

That person whose teachings reached the heavens.

The person who spoke of the shackles of fate and the dead end.

Now, he's back again.

After everyone has reached the Quasi-Saint level.

Just when everyone thought the road ahead was clear.

he came.

Kong Xuan's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Di Jun.

"You want revenge?"

He spoke, his voice as calm as still water.

Di Jun trembled.

That gaze... it was so familiar.

Three thousand years ago, atop Mount Buzhou, it was this very gaze that, in a single glance, shattered the Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi.

At that moment, that gaze fell upon him once again.