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

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand mortals sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, practicing breathing exercises.

The aura of early-stage Quasi-Saints on their bodies had long since dissipated.

Only the most basic true qi remained, slowly circulating in the meridians.

Di Jun opened his eyes.

Looking at his own hands.

Finally, a faint glimmer of light appeared on that hand.

That's true qi.

It is the most basic form of true qi.

But he laughed.

His smile was bittersweet, yet it carried a rare hint of relief.

"How many years has it been?"

He whispered:

"I never imagined that one day I would have to start all over again."

Donghuang Taiyi looked at him:

"Brother, do you regret it?"

Di Jun shook his head:

No regrets.

"Rather than becoming an empty shell, it's better to start over."

Donghuang Taiyi remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded:

"Brother is right."

Nuwa opened her eyes.

She gazed at the mountain peak, at the dark, magnificent hall.

A complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

Senior Brother Tongtian...

In the end, they still took them in.

Fuxi said in a low voice:

"Little sister, what are you thinking about?"

Nuwa shook her head:

"It's nothing."

"I just feel..."

"This path might be the right one."

Fuxi nodded:

I think so too.

"The method of dismembering the corpse may seem like a shortcut, but it is actually a dead end."

"The methods of the Jie Sect may seem difficult, but they are actually a path to survival."

"Senior Brother Tongtian... is right."

Hongyun Patriarch collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Even the most basic breathing exercises left him drenched in sweat.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at him:

"Hongyun, how are you?"

Hongyun grinned:

"Sure! Why not!"

"I too started as a mortal and cultivated myself!"

"At worst, we'll just fix it again!"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly:

"That's right."

The Kunpeng huddled in a corner, silently breathing in and out.

He always kept to himself and never got close to anyone.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt...

It's nice to have so many people around me.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat side by side.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of determination in each other's eyes.

"Senior brother."

Zhunti spoke in a low voice:

"Can we really make it?"

The guide nodded:

"able."

"Since that senior has provided the path, it must be traversable."

"We just need to keep going."

Zhunti nodded emphatically:

"good!"

The twelve ancestral witches sat in a circle.

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

Suddenly he laughed.

"How many years has it been?"

He spoke:

"I never imagined that one day I would be sitting together, breathing and exhaling, in mortal form."

Gonggong grinned:

"Big brother, isn't this pretty good too?"

"Without cultivation, it's actually quite easy."

Zhu Rong nodded:

"that is!"

"I used to think about how to break through and how to compete every day."

"Don't think about anything now, just breathe in and out."

"I feel more at ease now."

Dijiang nodded slightly:

"That's right."

"Then... let's start from the beginning."

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi sat side by side.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Yuanshi spoke first:

"Eldest brother, third brother...in the end, he still took us in."

Lao Tzu nodded:

"Yes."

"My third brother is soft-hearted."

Even if we hurt him a thousand times, he still can't bear to see us with nowhere to go.

Yuanshi lowered his eyes:

"We...we've let him down."

Lao Tzu sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, I'll spend the rest of my life repaying you."

"From now on, we are no longer his brothers."

"He was just his disciple."

"They are merely disciples of the Jie Sect."

Yuanshi nodded:

"it is good."

At the foot of Jin'ao Island.

Three thousand mortals, breathing in and out incessantly.

The most basic true energy flowed slowly within their bodies.

Although faint.

But it carries hope.

The mountaintop.

Tongtian sat cross-legged outside the main hall, his gaze piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and landing on those figures.

Looking at those who were once high and mighty.

Now, they are just a group of ordinary people starting from scratch.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

A very faint smile appeared on his face.

The Intercepting Sect.

Seize a sliver of hope.

This line.

They caught them.

As for whether they can continue...

That's up to them.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of the mountain, three thousand mortals still sat cross-legged, breathing exercises.

That most basic true energy, after circulating within their bodies for a hundred years, finally began to take shape.

Di Jun opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He looked down at his hands, and a faint flame quietly emerged from his palm.

That was the prototype of the true fire of the sun.

As faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

But Di Jun laughed.

Her eyes welled up with tears from laughing.

"They're back... finally, a sliver of hope has returned..."

Upon hearing the sound, Donghuang Taiyi opened his eyes and looked at the wisp of flame in his brother's hand.

He smiled too.

"Brother, I have a little bit too."

He opened his palm, and within it, a wisp of demonic energy slowly circulated.

Although faint.

But it is hope.

Nuwa opened her eyes, her gaze calm.

She stretched out her hand, and a wisp of creation energy quietly gathered in her palm.

The aura was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But she could sense it clearly.

That was the seed of her origin.

It is the beginning of taking root and sprouting anew.

Fuxi gazed at the slowly rotating illusory image of the Eight Trigrams in his hand. The image was incomplete, with only three trigrams faintly visible.

But he treasured it like a precious gem.

"Three...there are already three..."

The Old Ancestor of Red Cloud rode a palm-sized red cloud, wobbling and flying around at the foot of the mountain.

Then he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

But his face was full of smiles.

"We can fly! We can fly again!"

Zhen Yuanzi looked at him, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

A wisp of earth energy slowly circulated within his sleeve.

That was the prototype of the Earth Book.

The Kunpeng huddled in a corner, its wings slightly spread.

Finally, a glimmer of light appeared on those wings.

Although it is still dilapidated.

But it was no longer lifeless.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat side by side.

Golden light swirled around the two of them.

The light was extremely faint, yet it carried a pure sense of compassion.

"Senior brother."

Zhunti spoke in a low voice:

"Our kindness... seems to have returned a little."

The guide nodded:

"Yes."

"Even though it's only a trace, it's truly back."

The twelve ancestral witches sat in a circle.

The spatial energy around Di Jiang rippled slightly.

Though faint, it truly exists.

A drop of water condensed in Gonggong's palm.

A wisp of fire leaps from Zhurong's fingertips.

The other ancestral witches also made progress.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes.

His body exuded a Daoist aura of non-action, subtle yet carrying a pure and unadulterated simplicity.

He looked toward the beginning of time.

Yuanshi was also watching him.

The two looked at each other and saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

"Brother."

The Primordial One Speaks:

"Our foundation... seems to be more solid than before."

Lao Tzu nodded:

"Yes."

"The method of dismembering the corpse, though quick to master, is like a castle in the air."

"Now that we're starting from scratch, the foundation is more solid."

Yuanshi looked towards the mountain peak:

"My third brother... he really gave us a way out."

Lao Tzu remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"From this day forward, this life belongs to my third brother."

The mountaintop.

Outside the main hall.

Tongtian sat cross-legged on a futon, his gaze piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and landing on the figures who were breathing in the air.

It's been a hundred years.

They finally started to see improvement.

Although faint.

But it is a real step forward.

It's not a false cultivation level gained by slaying corpses.

Rather, it is the foundation that one builds little by little.

Tongtian's lips curled slightly.

Behind them, the palace doors opened silently by themselves.

Kong Xuan's figure quietly appeared.