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

Fuxi nodded:

"Little sister is right."

"go."

"Even if the highest authorities refuse to accept it, we must let him know..."

"We know we were wrong."

Hongyun Patriarch struggled to his feet:

"I'm going too!"

Zhen Yuanzi gathered his sleeves together:

"Let's go together."

Kunpeng hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded:

"go."

Jieyin and Zhunti, supporting each other, staggered forward:

"We're going too!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged a glance.

Dijiang said in a deep voice:

"go!"

"We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, never ask anyone for help."

"But today... we'll make an exception."

All eyes turned to Laozi and Yuanshi.

Lao Tzu closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with determination:

"go."

"I'll kneel before my third brother."

Even if he hits me, yells at me, or kicks me out...

"I accept it."

Yuanshi remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded:

"Let's go together."

No one hesitated any longer.

Three thousand figures transformed into three thousand streams of light.

Towards the depths of chaos...

Heading towards the direction of Jin'ao Island...

They sped away.

Outside Jin'ao Island.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, eight thousand disciples stood solemnly.

He gazed at the three thousand streaks of light rushing towards him.

Looking at those familiar figures.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

Di Jun was the first to land.

He stood a hundred feet off the island and bowed deeply:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian! Dijun requests an audience!"

Behind them, the others landed one after another.

Three thousand people bowed in unison.

The heavens remained silent.

I just watched them quietly.

Di Jun gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian! We know we were wrong!"

Donghuang Taiyi followed closely behind, kneeling on one knee:

"I know I was wrong!"

Nuwa knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face:

"Senior Brother Tongtian! I...I deeply regret what I did!"

Fuxi knelt down and bowed deeply:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian! Fuxi is willing to offer the Eight Trigrams Disc as collateral to join the Jie Sect!"

Hongyun Patriarch prostrated himself in admiration.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, have mercy!"

Zhen Yuanzi, his sleeves hanging down, knelt on the ground:

"Please, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, show mercy!"

Kunpeng huddled on the ground, trembling.

Jieyin and Zhunti prostrated themselves, their foreheads pressed tightly against the chaos.

The twelve ancestral witches knelt on one knee, their blood surging.

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi knelt side by side at the very front.

Lao Tzu raised his head and looked towards the heavens:

"Third brother... I am your elder brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, he choked up.

Tongtian looked at him.

Looking at his elder brother, who had been with him for countless years.

His aged face was filled with regret.

His eyes were filled with tears.

Tongtian remained calm and composed.

He saw the gap too.

Cut off the void left by good intentions.

They chose it themselves.

But then, they arrived.

They knelt outside the island, begging for his mercy.

Tongtian slowly spoke:

"What do you seek here?"

Di Jun said urgently:

"I beg Fellow Daoist Tongtian for guidance on a remedy!"

"Our kindness has been extinguished; a piece of our hearts is missing..."

"If you keep cutting, he might not even remember who he is!"

Looking towards Nuwa from the heavens:

"Junior Sister Nuwa, do you think so too?"

Nuwa wept:

"Yes."

"Little sister... Little sister regrets practicing that corpse-severing technique."

"Now that I've extinguished all kindness, I realize how painful that void is."

Looking towards Lao Tzu from the heavens:

"Elder brother, what about you?"

Lao Tzu raised his head and looked at him:

"Third brother, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have disbelieved you."

"I shouldn't have practiced that corpse-severing technique."

"As your brother... as your brother, I'm willing to do anything, just to... just to salvage the situation even slightly."

Tongtian remained silent.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Do you know the difference between the methods of the Jie Sect and the methods of dismembering corpses?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Tongtian continued:

"The method of severing the corpse is to sever the true nature of the heart."

"The methods of the Jie Sect also cultivate one's original mind."

"To understand one's true nature, to know good and evil, and to understand one's original heart."

"Neither kill, nor destroy, nor harm."

"Only repair, only maintain, only strengthen."

He paused, then looked at the crowd:

"The kindness you have cut off is like flesh and blood being ripped out."

"It's difficult to make up for it."

"but......"

"If you can truly let go of everything and start from scratch."

"Perhaps... there is still a glimmer of hope."

Di Jun said urgently:

"How do I start fixing it from scratch?"

Looking out over the depths of Jin'ao Island:

"Enter the Jie Sect and follow my teachings."

"Disperse your cultivation of the Corpse Slayer Realm and rebuild your Dao foundation."

"Start with being an ordinary person, and start by cultivating your true self."

"Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, one hundred thousand years..."

"Until that void is filled again."

Everyone's expression changed drastically!

Disperse your cultivation?!

They cultivated diligently for three thousand years before severing their good corpse and entering the realm of quasi-saints.

Are we dispersing now?!

Starting all over again?!

Di Jun's face was deathly pale:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian! This...this is too..."

"Too much?"

Tongtian interrupted him, his voice turning cold:

"Too ruthless?"

"When you sever your good intentions, do you ever feel cruel?"

"When you mocked the Jie Sect, did you ever feel any remorse?"

"Now you're begging me, but you think my methods are too harsh?"

Di Jun paused for a moment.

Tongtian looked at the crowd:

"I've given you the way."

Whether you leave or not is your business.

"The Jie Sect does not accept those who force themselves to join."

"If you are willing, you may relinquish your cultivation and start over."

"If you don't want to..."

He paused:

"Then let's go back."

"Continue to practice your methods of dismembering corpses."

"Cultivate until all three corpses are severed, until only an empty shell remains."

"What does it have to do with me?"

The words fell.

Tongtian turned around.

As his black robes fluttered in the wind, he prepared to depart.

"Third brother!"

Lao Tzu shouted hoarsely.

Tongtian paused in his steps.

There was no turning back.

Lao Tzu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face:

"Third brother! As your elder brother... as your elder brother is willing!"

"I, your elder brother, am willing to relinquish my cultivation and start anew!"

"I only beg you... I only beg you not to send your brother away!"

Tongtian remained silent.

Yuanshi knelt on the ground:

"Third brother! I'm willing too!"

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Nuwa wept:

"Senior Brother Tongtian! I'm willing!"

Fuxi bowed deeply:

"willing!"

Hongyun Patriarch prostrated himself in admiration.

"willing!"

Zhen Yuanzi's large sleeves hung down:

"willing!"

Kunpeng curled up and knelt on the ground:

"I...I'm willing..."

Jieyin and Zhunti repeatedly kowtowed:

"Yes! Yes!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged a glance.

Dijiang said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian! Although we are not members of the Xuanmen sect, we are willing to give it a try!"

"Disperse your cultivation and start afresh..."

"Why not?!"

Everyone bowed their heads in unison:

"Please, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, show mercy!"

Outside Jin'ao Island.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

Three thousand quasi-saints knelt on the ground.

Tongtian had his back to them.

Looking at the dark hall on the island.

Inside the main hall, the figure in black robes remained seated cross-legged.

Her gaze was calm as she looked at him.

It's as if it's saying...

You choose.

Tongtian closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, they were completely calm.

He turned around.

Looking at the three thousand kneeling figures.

Looking towards Lao Tzu, looking towards the beginning of time.

Looking towards Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Taiyi, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Looking at those three thousand faces filled with regret.

He slowly opened his mouth:

"The Gate of the Intercepting Sect..."

"Opened for you."

"but......"

"Those who enter my school must abide by my rules."

"Disperse your cultivation and start anew."

"Start with being an ordinary person, and start by cultivating your true self."

"If ten thousand years isn't enough, then twenty thousand years will do."

"If 20,000 years isn't enough, then 100,000 years will do."

"Until that void is filled, until the true self returns."

"Is it even possible?"

Three thousand people bowed their heads in unison:

"able!"

The sound was deafening, echoing in a chaotic void.

Tongtian nodded slightly:

"Then..."

"Come in."

The words fell.

Outside Jin'ao Island, the invisible barrier slowly dissipated.

The three thousand quasi-saints staggered to their feet.

We walked step by step toward the island.

Behind them, the chaotic sea surged like a tide.

Ahead, Jin'ao Island appears and disappears, rising and falling.

There......

There is the Jie Sect.

There is a glimmer of hope.

They have their last hope.