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

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand quasi-saints knelt at the foot of the mountain, their faces pale and their breath weak.

The oppressive aura emanating from them, reminiscent of early-stage Quasi-Saints, was slowly dissipating.

The severed good intentions transformed into specks of golden light, dissipating from their bodies and drifting into the void.

With each wisp of golden light dissipating, their aura diminished further.

Early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Jinxian.

Until.

mortal.

Three thousand people sat slumped on the ground, their faces ashen.

Endless years of arduous cultivation, all vanished in a single day.

Di Jun lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Those hands once controlled the true fire of the sun, burning everything in its path.

At this moment, not even a spark could be ignited.

Donghuang Taiyi curled up on the ground, his body no longer exuding any demonic aura.

The master of the Chaos Bell, who once suppressed all demons, now doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

Nuwa lowered her eyes; her tears had dried.

She looked at her own hands, the hands that had once molded people from clay, performing immeasurable good deeds.

At this moment, however, it is merely the hand of an ordinary person.

Fuxi closed his eyes; the Bagua disc in his hand had already shattered.

That supreme divine power to deduce heavenly secrets is now nothing but a blank page.

Hongyun Patriarch collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

He was originally the first red cloud in the world, how revered he was!

At this moment, however, he had even lost the power to ride the clouds.

Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves fell down, and the illusory image of the Earth Book completely dissipated.

The owner of that ginseng fruit tree is now just an ordinary person.

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

The demon master, whose wings blotted out the sky, could not even fold his wings at this moment.

Jieyin and Zhunti supported each other, their faces as pale as paper.

Those two great masters of the future West are now just two gaunt monks.

The twelve ancestral witches knelt on the ground, their blood and energy completely dissipated.

That powerful physical body, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, was now no different from that of an ordinary person.

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

Suddenly he laughed.

His smile was bittersweet, yet tinged with a hint of relief.

"How many years has it been?"

He muttered to himself:

"From the beginning of time until now, I never imagined that one day I would become a mortal again."

Gonggong looked at him, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

Zhu Rong patted him on the shoulder, but remained silent.

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

Lao Tzu no longer possessed any trace of the Daoist aura of non-action, and the wrinkles on his aged face deepened even further.

The celestial light of the Primordial Jade Purity Realm dissipated, and his cold and stern face was now only filled with exhaustion.

They gazed at the mountain peak.

Gazing at that figure in black robes fluttering in the wind.

Reaching the heavens.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm.

He gazed at the three thousand mortals, and at those who had once been high above.

At this moment, they knelt at the foot of the mountain.

Like a newborn baby.

Nothing.

Tongtian slowly spoke:

"From today onwards."

"You are no longer Di Jun, no longer Tai Yi, no longer Nuwa, no longer Fuxi."

"No longer Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, or Zhunti."

"No longer one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"No longer Lao Tzu or Yuan Shi."

"You are merely disciples of the Jie Sect."

"He is merely a seeker of the Way."

"Just... a mortal who wants to find his true self."

Three thousand people bowed their heads.

No one spoke.

Tongtian continued:

"Dispersing one's cultivation is only the first step."

"Next, you will need to start repairing from scratch."

"Start with the most basic breathing techniques."

"Start with the most basic meaning of the scriptures."

"Start with the smallest act of kindness."

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

"Until that void is filled."

"Until my true self returns."

"Is it even possible?"

Three thousand people bowed their heads in unison:

"able!"

His voice was hoarse, yet resolute.

Tongtian nodded slightly:

"Then..."

"Let's begin."

The words fell.

He turned and walked towards the dark hall at the top of the mountain.

Behind him, three thousand mortals began to breathe deeply.

The method of breathing exercises is the most basic.

It's something that even novice cultivators know.

But they did it with utmost seriousness.

Utterly devout.

Because they know.

This is their only way.

The mountaintop.

Inside the main hall.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon, his gaze calm.

Tongtian pushed open the door and entered, bowing deeply:

"senior."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Well done."

Tongtian looked up and gazed at Kong Xuan:

"Senior...can they really find their true selves?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"I don't know."

"Severing kindness is like ripping out flesh and blood."

"It's difficult for it to grow back."

"but......"

"If they could truly let go of everything and start over from scratch."

"Start with the smallest act of kindness, and accumulate it little by little."

"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."

"It will eventually be filled."

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly:

"What if it can't be filled?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Then I'll remain a mortal forever."

"They chose it."

"We will bear the consequences ourselves."

Tongtian remained silent.

Kong Xuan continued:

"The methods of the Jie Sect are essentially about seizing the last glimmer of hope."

"That thread was given to them."

Whether they can catch it or not is up to them.

Tongtian nodded:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan stood up, his black robe fluttering lightly.

He looked out of the hall, at the three thousand figures breathing deeply.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"The grand scheme of things in the primordial world has only just begun."

"Hongjun will not let this go."

"Heaven's selfish desires will not stop there."

"The Intercepting Sect needs to be prepared."

Tongtian shuddered:

"Senior, are you saying... there might be further changes?"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"When Hongjun first preached, he transmitted the Great Luo Method, planting the shackles of the Heavenly Dao."

"The second sermon was about the method of severing one's own corpse, so that they would destroy their own foundation of the Dao."

"The third sermon..."

He paused, his gaze slightly narrowing:

"It might be even more ruthless."

Tongtian's expression was solemn:

What will you preach during your third sermon?

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"The Method of Primordial Chaos"

"The true method of primordial chaos."

"but......"

"That Primordial Chaos Method is the final step in satisfying the selfish desires of the Heavenly Dao."

"If someone succeeds in cultivating, they will become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao."

"Never to be free."

Tongtian's pupils suddenly contracted:

"Then... what should we do?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"wait."

"Wait until their third sermon."

"Wait until those people cultivate to the Hunyuan realm."

"By the time they realize they've become puppets."

"Back then..."

"That will be the time for the Jie Sect to truly make its move."

Tongtian took a deep breath:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan looked out of the hall, at the three thousand figures breathing deeply:

"These people are the first batch."

"Three thousand years from now, there will be a second batch."

"Three thousand years from now, the third batch."

"Until Hongjun finished his third sermon."

"Until those people...have nowhere else to turn."

"At that time, the Jie Sect was their only hope."

Tongtian bowed deeply:

"Your disciple will remember this."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

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

It dissipated into the main hall.

Tongtian stood still in the same spot for a long time.

Looking at the three thousand figures breathing exercises outside the hall.

His gaze hardened.

Three thousand years.

There are still three thousand years to go.

That was when the real beginning began.