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

Di Jun felt a chill rise from his spine and rush straight to the top of his head!

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Donghuang Taiyi stepped forward, blocking Dijun's path, and stared intently at Kong Xuan:

"Kong Xuan! Don't be so arrogant!"

"We are now all quasi-saints, why would we be afraid of you?!"

Kong Xuan looked at him.

His gaze remained calm.

"Early stage of Quasi-Saint?"

He murmured something, a faint smile curving his lips.

"Do you know what it means to dismember a corpse?"

Donghuang Taiyi was taken aback.

Kong Xuan continued:

"The method of severing the corpse involves entrusting it to a spiritual treasure to sever the three corpses."

"To slay the good corpse is to slay the good thoughts."

"To slay the evil corpse is to slay the evil thoughts."

"To sever the corpse of obsession is to sever the obsession itself."

"To sever all three corpses is the peak of Quasi-Saint."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"But do you know..."

"What's left after you've cut off all good intentions?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Di Jun frowned deeply:

"What's left? Naturally, it's a clear and bright Dao mind, and progress in cultivation!"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"wrong."

"After cutting off good intentions, what remains is a void of good intentions."

"What will fill that gap?"

Di Jun's expression changed slightly.

Donghuang Taiyi's demonic aura surged, and he roared:

"Kong Xuan! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Our cultivation has increased dramatically, and our foundations are now solid. What gaps are there in our cultivation?!"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Alright then."

"I'm asking you..."

"You have severed your good body, but do you still remember what good is?"

Donghuang Taiyi shuddered.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Because he suddenly realized...

His understanding of "goodness" became blurred.

It's not that I don't remember at all.

It's that kind of kindness that comes from the heart, naturally and spontaneously...

Gone.

All that remains is the understanding of the word "goodness".

It's just an empty concept.

Kong Xuan then looked at Di Jun:

"And you?"

"If an ordinary person were in distress right now, would you lend a helping hand?"

Di Jun opened his mouth.

Will he?

he does not know.

In the past, he might have...

Because that is good.

But now...

Good intentions have been extinguished.

What difference does it make whether or not to save them?

Kong Xuan looked at Nuwa again:

"Nuwa, you have always been kind-hearted."

"Now that good intentions have been extinguished, do you still know what compassion is?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's expression changed drastically, and her delicate hands trembled slightly.

She can't remember.

What is compassion?

She doesn't remember that tenderness that came from the bottom of her heart.

All that remains is an empty understanding.

Kong Xuan's gaze swept over the crowd:

"You have severed your good intentions and gained cultivation."

"But what did you use to exchange for that cultivation level?"

"It was earned at the cost of your conscience."

"It was earned in exchange for your kindness."

"It was exchanged for what makes you 'you'."

The three thousand guests from the Purple Heaven Pavilion all changed their expressions!

Some people looked down at their hands, at the aura of a quasi-saint in the early stage, their eyes filled with confusion.

Some people try to recall the past, only to find that those memories related to "goodness" are slowly fading.

Some people try to perceive their true nature, only to find that something is missing from that true nature.

Empty and desolate.

"A dead end is a dead end; no matter how much you explain, you'll still be fooled. That's just stupid!"

Di Jun staggered backward, his face deathly pale.

"No...it's impossible..."

"My cultivation level has clearly increased dramatically..."

"How could this be... how could this happen?!"

Donghuang Taiyi gripped his elder brother's sleeve tightly, his knuckles already white:

"Brother! I...I don't remember...I don't remember what good intentions are..."

"All I remember is... all I remember is that I want revenge..."

"Whether revenge is right or wrong... I... I don't know anymore..."

Nuwa lowered her eyes, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She looked at Fuxi, at the elder brother with whom she depended for survival.

"Brother... I seem to have become... a different person..."

Fuxi remained silent.

He sensed it too.

The severed good intentions take away more than just goodness.

And those memories associated with kindness, those emotions connected with kindness.

Although it still exists, it is covered in dust.

Hongyun Patriarch sat slumped in the chaos, staring at his hands with a blank look in his eyes.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves fell down, and the illusory image of the Earth Book dimmed a bit.

He gazed at the red clouds, at his old friend with whom he had known for countless years.

Suddenly, I felt that familiar face had become somewhat unfamiliar.

The Kunpeng huddled at the edge of the crowd, shivering.

He was always sinister, but he had also had a moment of kindness.

Now, not a trace remains.

All that remains is gloom.

Jieyin and Zhunti supported each other, their faces pale.

The two looked at each other and saw the same fear in each other's eyes.

They were fellow disciples, relying on each other for countless years.

But now, that warmth of mutual dependence...

It seems to have faded.

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood frozen in place, their blood surging, yet no one spoke for a long time.

Dijiang looked at Gonggong, at Zhurong, and at his brothers who had shared life and death with him.

A sense of unease suddenly welled up in my heart.

Is that camaraderie of fighting side by side still there?

he does not know.

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi stood side by side.

Lao Tzu's body was filled with a violent fluctuation of the Daoist aura of non-action, and his aged face was full of shock.

He looked towards Yuanshi, towards his second brother who had been with him for countless years.

"Second brother..."

He spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Do you...do you still remember the days when we looked after our third brother together on Mount Kunlun?"

Yuanshi looked at him.

a long time.

Nod slowly:

"Remember."

"But...those memories seem shrouded in mist."

"It's not so real anymore."

Lao Tzu was jolted.

He staggered backward and collapsed into the chaos.

Looking at Yuanshi's familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Gazing at the aura of a Quasi-Saint in the early stage, and the figure shimmering with Jade Purity Immortal Light.

Suddenly, I remembered what Tongtian had said.

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

"If one day you cultivate to the level of a Quasi-Saint, you will understand."

Now he understood.

The cultivation gained by slaying corpses must be exchanged for one's true heart.

Sever one corpse, and a piece is missing.

Once the three corpses are severed, nothing will remain.

Lao Tzu closed his eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

regret.

Endless regret.

If only I had listened to my third brother earlier...

If only I had believed Kong Xuan's words earlier...

If one does not enter the Purple Cloud Palace and cultivate this method of severing corpses...

Why did it come to this?!

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

The three thousand early-stage Quasi-Saints stood frozen in place.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were blank.

They looked at their hands, at the nascent life force.

Looking at the heart with a missing piece.

Suddenly I realized something.

They have been building it for three thousand years.

He cultivated to the level of a quasi-saint.

But I've repaired myself, leaving a piece missing.