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

Hongjun slowly raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light quietly gathered at the fingertips.

That radiance bears some resemblance to the one Kong Xuan had given to Tongtian back then.

Yet they are completely different.

Kong Xuan's radiance was gentle and warm, full of vitality.

Hongjun's radiance was as cold as frost, carrying the aura of death.

"This is the Primordial Dao Seed."

Hongjun spoke, his voice like the voice of the Great Dao:

"By swallowing this, one can cultivate the Primordial Chaos Method."

"By swallowing this, one can become one with the Dao of Heaven."

"Swallow this..."

He paused:

"Then one can transcend life and death, and be immortal."

"Who wants to go first?"

Below the stage, three thousand quasi-saints all looked up.

Three thousand gazes all turned toward that wisp of chaotic light.

The emptiness in his eyes had vanished.

All that remains is longing.

All that's left is madness.

All that remains is... reckless greed.

"I'll do it!"

A figure suddenly stood up.

That was a quasi-saint at the peak who had severed his three corpses, his aura was incomparably powerful, but his eyes were as empty as an abyss.

He strode forward and knelt below the high platform:

"This disciple is willing to first absorb the Dao Seed!"

Hongjun looked at him and nodded slightly:

"good."

A light flick of the fingertips.

That wisp of chaotic light drifted down and landed between the quasi-saint's brows.

"Buzz!"

The quasi-saint's body trembled violently!

Chaotic light suddenly erupted from his eyes!

His aura surged wildly!

Peak Quasi-Saint...

break!

Early stage of Hunyuan!

"boom!"

A vast and boundless pressure exploded from his body!

The entire Zixiao Palace was trembling!

The chaotic air currents outside the palace surged wildly!

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, billions of stars twinkled in unison!

The quasi-saint looked up to the sky and roared, his roar filled with wild joy:

"Hun Yuan! I am Hun Yuan!"

"I have become a saint! I have become a saint!"

But he kept laughing.

The sound suddenly stopped.

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands are slowly becoming transparent.

It is slowly...dissipating.

"What...what's going on?!"

He looked up in alarm at Hongjun:

"Dao Ancestor! My...my body..."

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes calm:

"Swallow the Dao Seed and merge with the Heavenly Dao."

"Your body should naturally be in harmony with the Way of Heaven."

"Until the day of complete integration..."

He paused:

"Then you will truly become a part of the Way of Heaven."

"Eternal".

Upon hearing this, the quasi-saint's eyes lit up with wild joy once more:

"Eternal! Good! Good!"

But he didn't notice.

What Hongjun meant was "to become a part of the Heavenly Dao".

It is not about "coexisting with the way of Heaven".

It means to become a part of something.

It's about immersing oneself in it.

Yes... completely disappeared.

From below the stage, Di Jun could see it all clearly.

After becoming transparent, the figure began to fade.

getting lighter.

It's getting increasingly blurry.

final......

It transformed into a wisp of chaotic light and disappeared into the void.

They vanished without a trace.

Only a hollow voice remained, echoing through the Purple Cloud Palace:

"I have become a saint... I have become a saint..."

The sound grew weaker and weaker.

further and further.

Until it completely dissipates.

The Purple Cloud Palace was deathly silent.

Those quasi-saints who had severed two or one of their corpses stood frozen in place.

They gazed at the empty void, at the figure that had vanished completely.

His eyes remained empty.

But beneath that emptiness, there was a faint trace of... fear.

That was the last vestige of instinct remaining in one's heart.

Tell them.

Danger.

Run!

But they couldn't escape.

Because they have already killed too many.

They no longer had the strength to escape.

Hongjun gazed at the frozen figures below the stage.

The smile on his lips grew even wider.

"Next."

"Who's coming?"

No one answered.

But Hongjun didn't care.

He raised his hand, and at his fingertips, another wisp of chaotic light condensed.

"You're not coming."

"Then..."

He paused, his gaze turning slightly cold:

"I'll choose."

The words fell.

That wisp of chaotic light transformed into three thousand fine threads, shooting swiftly towards the three thousand quasi-saints below the stage!

Three thousand figures froze in unison!

The fine threads pierced into their brows and into the depths of their souls!

"Buzz!"

Three thousand people were shocked!

Chaotic light erupted from both eyes simultaneously!

Their aura surged wildly!

Quasi-Saint stage: early, middle, late, and peak!

Then......

Hunyuan!

Three thousand figures, three thousand Primordial Chaos beings!

But there was no joy on their faces.

It's just empty.

Only deathly silence.

Only... the transparency that is about to dissipate.

Di Jun mingled among the crowd, suppressing his aura.

The chaotic wisps of silk brushed past him, a near miss.

His face was deathly pale, and he was sweating profusely.

Three thousand people.

Three thousand supreme beings.

Three thousand... puppets that are about to disappear.

This was Hongjun's plan.

This is the arrangement of Heaven.

Let everyone become a part of the Way of Heaven.

It becomes nourishment for selfish desires.

To become that eternal, indestructible nothingness.

On the high platform.

Hongjun slowly stood up.

His purple robes fluttered in the wind, and his Taoist aura flowed freely.

He gazed at the three thousand figures that were becoming transparent and dissipating.

The smile on his lips grew even wider.

"A three-thousand-year plan".

"today......"

He paused:

"Finally, the operation is complete."

But at that very moment...

Outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

A beam of sword light tore through the chaos.

It arrived with a roar!

Amidst the sword light, a figure in black robes stood with his hands behind his back.

Reaching the heavens.

he came.

Hongjun's gaze suddenly sharpened.

He looked out of the palace gates, towards the black-robed figure approaching on a sword.

Reaching the heavens.

he came.

His black robes fluttered in the wind, and his sword intent soared to the heavens.

The aura of a peak-level Primordial Golden Immortal swept in like a tidal wave, forcing back the misty purple aura in the Purple Cloud Palace by three points.

Hongjun's gaze darkened slightly.

Tongtian?

However, he was at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

In the eyes of this sage who was about to attain enlightenment, they were nothing more than slightly larger ants.

He raised his hand, intending to suppress this ignorant fool.

But the instant the hand is raised.

He froze.

Because he suddenly thought of something.

Tongtian has arrived.

What about Kong Xuan?

The one who shattered the Chaos Bell with a single glance.

The one who made him exhaust his saintly authority and delve into the mysteries of the heavens, yet he couldn't even grasp a single thread of cause and effect.

The person who sat in silence for three thousand years without uttering a word, yet whose presence caused deep cracks in his Dao heart.

Where is he?

Hongjun's gaze swept across the depths of chaos, across the surging sea of ​​chaos.

No.

There was nothing there.

But the more this happened, the tighter the string in his heart became.

That person is there.

It must be there.

He just can't see it.

Just like in the Zixiao Palace back then, that person sat quietly under the table for three thousand years. He looked for three thousand years, but he could see nothing.

Hongjun slowly withdrew his hand.

Within the purple sleeves, five fingers quietly clenched.

He gazed at Tongtian, his eyes calm as still water:

"Reaching the Heavens".

What brings you here?

Tongtian stood outside the palace gate, with sword light flowing behind him, transforming into four illusory figures that rose and fell.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Although no formation was set up, the sword intent alone was enough to make any quasi-saint present tremble.

But Hongjun didn't care.

What he cared about was the chaotic depths beyond the sword light.

That figure in black robes.

Could it suddenly appear?