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

Tongtian quickly stood up and said respectfully:

"senior."

Kong Xuan walked to his side, stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly.

He gazed at the three thousand figures at the foot of the mountain, at those mortals who had endured a century of arduous cultivation and finally regained a glimmer of life.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

"It's been a hundred years."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"More people were able to persevere than I imagined."

Tongtian nodded:

"Yes."

"I originally thought that some people would not be able to endure it."

"After all, falling from a quasi-saint back to a mortal, from the clouds to the dust, is a fall that not everyone can bear."

"But they... all made it through."

Kong Xuan's lips curled slightly:

"Because they had no other choice."

"The method of severing corpses has blocked our path forward; there is no way out in Zixiao Palace."

"The Jie Sect is their only way to survive."

"As long as there is a way to survive, no matter how tough it is, we have to persevere."

Tongtian remained silent.

He knew Kong Xuan was right.

When these people knelt outside the island, all they could see was despair.

To be able to breathe freely again and regain a trace of one's original nature is already an immense blessing.

They dared not give up.

We will not give up.

Kong Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Laozi and Yuanshi.

The two figures sat side by side, their bodies radiating Daoist energy.

Though subtle, it is pure.

"Your two older brothers..."

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"But I am truly remorseful."

Tongtian looked at the two figures.

It's been a hundred years.

The eldest and second eldest brothers never once looked up at the mountain peak.

He simply breathed in and out silently, cultivated himself silently, and started over from scratch.

He knew they were telling him through their actions.

They realized their mistake.

I truly know I was wrong.

"This disciple understands."

The heavens opened their mouths, their voices calm:

"But what's past is past and can't be brought back."

"I can take them in and guide them."

"But those wounds..."

He paused:

"It's still there."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Good that you understand."

Some cracks can be repaired.

"But what's repaired is never the same as the original."

If you can think this way, you won't repeat the same mistakes.

Tongtian nodded:

"Your disciple will remember this."

The two stood atop the mountain, gazing at the three thousand figures at the foot of the mountain.

long silence.

Kong Xuan suddenly spoke:

"There's some activity at Zixiao Palace."

Tongtian's gaze sharpened:

"What's that noise?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the depths of chaos, towards that place shrouded in purple mist:

"Hongjun sent a message to the primordial world, and three thousand years later, he preached for the third time."

"Explain the method of Hunyuan (primordial chaos)."

Tongtian's pupils shrink slightly:

"The Primordial Chaos Method?"

"He...he really intends to spread the word?"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"Of course it should be spread."

"The first sermon planted the shackles of the Heavenly Way."

"During his second sermon, he passed down the message of 'cutting off the corpse and ending the road.'"

"The third sermon will be the time to close the net."

"Those who practice the method of severing the corpse will have all three corpses severed and their foundation for cultivation destroyed."

"The road ahead is blocked, yet I am unwilling to succumb."

"Now that Hongjun has passed down the Hunyuan Method, how could they not fight desperately to seize it?"

"Once they have completed their cultivation..."

Kong Xuan paused, his gaze turning slightly cold:

"Then they became puppets of the Way of Heaven."

"Never to be free."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked towards the three thousand figures at the foot of the mountain.

Those people have already lost their cultivation level in the Corpse Severing stage.

It has been repaired from scratch.

But in such a vast world, how many millions of people, like them, had cultivated the method of severing corpses?

Those people are still waiting for the third sermon.

They are still waiting for the so-called "Primordial Chaos Method".

Still waiting... to take their own lives.

"senior."

Tongtian opened his mouth, his voice hoarse:

"Can those people... still be saved?"

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"able."

"But not now."

"They won't believe you if you tell them now."

"They'll just think you're jealous of their enlightenment, and they'll just think your Jie Sect has ulterior motives."

"We have to wait."

"Wait until they cultivate the Primordial Chaos Method."

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

"Wait until they have nowhere else to turn..."

He looked towards the heavens:

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

Tongtian took a deep breath:

"Disciple understands."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly:

"For the next three thousand years, you must teach these disciples well."

"Although they started from scratch with mortal bodies, their foundation is more solid than anyone else's."

"Three thousand years later, one of them will ascend to the Great Luo once more."

"At that time, they were the backbone of the Jie Sect."

Tongtian cupped his fists:

"Your disciple will remember this."

Kong Xuan said no more.

He turned and walked towards the main hall.

He paused as he approached the palace gate.

There was no turning back.

"Reaching the Heavens".

"Those three thousand Zixiao guests, although they have already joined the Jie Sect."

"But in the vast wilderness, there are many more people heading towards their doom."

"If you have the will..."

He paused:

"We can send someone down the mountain."

"To transmit the teachings of the Intercepting Sect."

"Pass on the way to seize a glimmer of hope."

"Saving one is saving one."

Tongtian shuddered.

He watched Kong Xuan's retreating figure, watching that figure in black robes slowly disappear into the main hall.

a long time.

He bowed deeply:

"Disciple...understands."

The palace doors slowly closed.

Tongtian stood atop the mountain, gazing into the depths of chaos.

Gazing at that place shrouded in purple mist.

His gaze hardened.

Three thousand years.

There are still three thousand years to go.

He turned around and looked at the three thousand figures at the foot of the mountain.

He said in a deep voice:

"Duobao, Jinling, Wudang, Guiling!"

Four figures sped down from the foot of the mountain and landed in front of Tongtian.

The four were among the earliest disciples of the Jie Sect. Although their cultivation was not high, they were extremely loyal.

Duobao bowed:

"What are your instructions, Master?"

Tongtian looked at them:

"The four of you, each take one hundred disciples and descend the mountain separately."

"Go to all the prehistoric lands and spread the teachings of the Intercepting Sect."

"Pass on the way to seize a glimmer of hope."

"Tell those people that the method of severing corpses is a dead end, and the method of primordial chaos is a trap."

"If they are willing to turn back, then bring Jin'ao Island with them."

"If you are unwilling..."

He paused:

"Let them go."

"What needed to be said has been said, and what needed to be done has been done."

Whether they can be saved or not depends on themselves.

Duobao and his three companions clasped their hands in a fist salute:

"Your disciple obeys!"

The words fell.

Four streaks of light sped out from Jin'ao Island and disappeared into the depths of chaos.

Tongtian stood atop the mountain, watching the four streaks of light dissipate.

His gaze was calm, yet carried an indescribable heaviness.

The vastness of the primordial world.

Countless living beings.

Those who are heading towards their doom.

How many can be saved?

he does not know.

But he knew.

Saving one is saving one.

This is the Dao of the Jie Sect.

At the foot of the mountain.

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes.

He gazed at the black-robed figure atop the mountain, and at the four streaks of light rushing away.

A complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

"Brother."

Yuanshi spoke in a low voice:

"My third brother...sent people down the mountain."

Lao Tzu nodded:

"I saw it."

"He was saving people."

"Save those who, like us, have taken a desperate path."

The Primordial One remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"What...can we do?"

Lao Tzu looked up at the mountain peak:

"build."

"Fix it properly."

"May you return to the throne of Daluo soon."

"Only then can I help my third brother."

Yuanshi nodded emphatically:

"it is good."

The two said no more.

Close your eyes and continue breathing.