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

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

The three thousand Quasi-Saints stood frozen in place, their faces pale and their eyes blank.

Kong Xuan's gaze swept over those pale faces.

The gaze swept over Di Jun's fear, Tai Yi's ferocity, Nuwa's tears, and Fu Xi's silence.

The gaze swept over Hongyun's limp body, Zhen Yuanzi's solemn expression, Kunpeng's huddled posture, and Jieyin and Zhunti's trembling.

It swept over the stiffness of the twelve ancestral witches.

Sweep over Lao Tzu and the Primordial Beginning.

Finally, he looked into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

I looked toward the purple-robed figure sitting cross-legged on the cloud platform.

Hongjun kept his eyes closed, his face calm, as if he didn't care about anything in the outside world.

But Kong Xuan knew that he was listening.

He is waiting.

Wait for these people to turn back.

Or, wait until these people are fully involved.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd:

"You think that's all?"

Di Jun trembled.

He looked up at Kong Xuan, his eyes filled with fear:

"Is...not enough?"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"Slaying the good corpse is only the first step."

"Next, there will be evil corpses and obsessive corpses."

"Only by severing all three corpses can one reach the peak of Quasi-Sainthood."

"By then..."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"You don't even remember who you are."

"Family ties, friendships, teacher-student relationships, camaraderie among fellow students..."

"Slay all."

"All that's left is an empty cultivation level and a walking corpse."

Di Jun's face was ashen.

He recalled the emptiness he had felt just moments before.

That simply means severing good intentions.

If we can sever evil thoughts and obsessions once more...

What will he become?

He dared not think.

Donghuang Taiyi staggered forward, his voice hoarse:

"Kong Xuan! Don't spread alarmist rumors!"

"How could the methods passed down by the Dao Ancestor be false?!"

"It must be you...it must be you who's jealous of our progress in cultivation and deliberately came here to sow discord!"

Kong Xuan looked at him.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

"envy?"

"When your Chaos Bell was destroyed, you were merely a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"If I wanted to kill you, a single glance would suffice."

Why be jealous?

Donghuang Taiyi paused in his speech.

Kong Xuan continued:

"I've come here only to tell you the truth."

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Whether you repair it or not is up to you.

"You chose this path yourselves."

"You must bear the consequences yourself."

The words fell.

He turned around.

With a slight flutter of his black robe, he prepared to depart.

"Please wait, senior!"

An aged voice rang out from the crowd.

Lao Tzu.

He staggered forward and bowed deeply:

"Senior! May I ask... is there any way to remedy this?"

Kong Xuan paused in his steps.

There was no turning back.

"A remedy?"

Lao Tzu said urgently:

"Yes! Although we have already severed the good corpse, if we awaken in time, is it possible to undo the damage?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"A cut-off good intention is like water spilled out."

"It can't be taken back."

Lao Tzu trembled violently.

His face was ashen white.

Kong Xuan continued:

"but......"

"If you can rediscover your true nature and rekindle your good intentions."

"That gap can perhaps be filled."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Lao Tzu's eyes:

"How can I retrieve it?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"You'll have to ask yourselves that."

"Go back to where good intentions come from."

"Some come from kinship, some from compassion, and some from protection."

"What you have severed is the very source."

"To find it again, we must return to the origin."

Lao Tzu was stunned.

Where does it originate?

Where does his origin lie?

In Kunlun?

Is it in Pangu's primordial spirit?

Or is it... that third brother who broke my heart?

he does not know.

Kong Xuan said no more.

With one step, it plunged into the depths of chaos.

The figure slowly disappeared.

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace, deathly silence returned.

The three thousand quasi-saints stood frozen in place.

Gazing in the direction where the figure in black robes disappeared.

No one spoke for a long time.

Di Jun was the first to break the silence.

He looked at Lao Tzu, his gaze complex:

"Brother Dao... can we trust Kong Xuan's words?"

Lao Tzu did not answer.

He simply gazed into the depths of chaos, at the disappearing figure.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"I have no idea."

"But I know..."

"My third brother believes him."

"My third brother founded the Jie Sect in accordance with his wishes."

Di Jun frowned deeply:

"Tongtian? He's only at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm; how can he compare to us Quasi-Saints?"

"How credible is his word?"

Lao Tzu looked at him:

"And what about you?"

"You are currently in the early stage of Quasi-Saint; do you dare to fight him?"

Di Jun paused for a moment.

Of course he wouldn't dare.

Although Tongtian had not severed his corpse, he was still at the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

It's the main road that takes a different route.

It is completely different from the path of slaying corpses.

It remains to be seen which is stronger or weaker.

Nuwa stepped forward, her voice soft:

"Gentlemen, regardless of whether what Kong Xuan said is true or false..."

"We are now indeed sensing something is amiss."

"That vacancy is real."

"Those fading memories are real too."

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, that vacancy is real.

Those hazy memories are also real.

You can't fool yourself.

The Bagua disc in Fuxi's hand spun rapidly:

"The celestial deductions... remain in chaos."

"But a sliver is faintly visible."

Everyone looked at him.

Fuxi said in a deep voice:

Jin'ao Island.

"The Intercepting Sect".

"Reaching the Heavens".

The moment the three words were uttered, everyone's expression changed.

Di Jun frowned deeply:

"You mean...go to seek help from Tongtian?"

Fuxi nodded:

"The path that leads to heaven is different from the path of slaying corpses."

"Confucius promoted his interpretation of the teachings, which led him to establish the Jie Sect."

"If there truly is a remedy, perhaps it can be found within the Jie Sect."

Donghuang Taiyi said coldly:

"But Tongtian said we are not worthy."

"He's not worthy to take action."

"If we beg him now, do you think he'll accept it?"

Fuxi remained silent.

Yes, Tongtian said so.

Unworthy.

Those two words pierced everyone's heart like a knife.

Hongyun Patriarch struggled to his feet, his face deathly pale:

"Then... what should we do?"

"We can't just stand by and watch ourselves... slowly turn into an empty shell, can we?"

Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath:

"Let's go to Jin'ao Island."

"Even if I have to kneel and die outside the island, I will still go."

"Since Kong Xuan allowed Tongtian to establish the Jie Sect, he left a way out for all living beings."

"If we do not go, we will cut off our own escape route."

Kunpeng curled up and spoke in a low voice:

"Could...could the Heavenly Gate accept it?"

"Just now, we were in Zixiao Palace, desperately practicing the method of severing corpses."

"Just now, we were mocking the Jie Sect, mocking them for going down the wrong path."

"If we turn around and beg him now, how can he forget past grievances?"

Everyone fell silent.

Yeah, why should we?

Why do they practice the Corpse-Slaying Technique and mock the Jie Sect?

Now that a problem has arisen, are you turning around and seeking help from the highest authority?

Why should Tongtian accept them?

Nuwa lowered her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks:

"But...but we have no other way out."

"We have already mastered the method of dismembering corpses."

"Good intentions have been extinguished; it's too late for regrets."

"If there is even a glimmer of hope for the Jie Sect, even if it is only a one in ten thousand chance, we should give it a try."

She raised her head and gazed into the depths of chaos:

"Even if I die kneeling, I will go."

"At least... at least we tried."