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

Tongtian slowly spoke:

"Save people."

The two words were uttered calmly without any ripples.

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly:

"Save them?"

"Who should we save?"

Tongtian looked at the three thousand figures that were becoming transparent and dissipating.

Looking at those who were once high above, but are now just empty shells.

"Save them."

Hongjun smiled.

The smile was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

"them?"

"They swallowed the Primordial Dao Seed and merged with the Heavenly Dao."

"After three breaths, it will be completely integrated into the Heavenly Dao."

"To become a part of the Way of Heaven."

"Eternal".

"Can you save him?"

The heavens remained silent.

He took a step and entered the Purple Cloud Palace.

Amidst the fluttering of his black robes, he stood before the three thousand figures.

Raise your hand.

A chaotic light quietly condensed in his palm.

Its radiance was gentle and warm, completely different from Hongjun's cold and frosty Dao seed.

It was the ray of light that Kong promoted back then.

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly.

That radiance...

It had the same aura as that person.

Tongtian raised his hand and gave a gentle push.

That wisp of chaotic light drifted out, transforming into three thousand fine threads that shot towards the three thousand transparent, dissipating figures!

The fine threads seeped into their brows.

It sank into the depths of the divine soul that was being devoured by the Heavenly Dao.

"Buzz!"

Three thousand figures trembled in unison!

The spreading, chaotic, transparent patterns... at this very moment...

It's stopped!

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

He sensed it.

I sensed that those three thousand figures were undergoing a process of merging with the Heavenly Dao...

It was forcibly interrupted!

"Reaching for the heavens!"

Hongjun gave a low shout, his voice carrying a hint of anger for the first time:

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

Tongtian turned around and looked at him.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

"Know."

"Save people."

Hongjun's body was filled with purple energy that surged and boiled, and the Daoist principles of Heaven poured out like a river bursting its banks!

The entire Zixiao Palace was trembling!

The chaotic air currents outside the palace exploded wildly!

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, billions of stars dimmed!

When a sage is enraged, the primordial world trembles!

It can stand upright in the ground, reaching to the heavens, without moving an inch.

Behind him, within the bodies of the three thousand figures, chaotic light flowed, contending with the power of the Heavenly Dao.

They are slowly pulling back those devoured souls...

"Reaching for the heavens!"

Hongjun took a step forward, his purple robes fluttering in the wind:

"You're asking for it!"

Tongtian looked at him.

His gaze remained calm.

"The Dao Ancestor".

He spoke slowly:

"You can kill me."

"But before you kill me, can you answer one question?"

Hongjun's eyes were chilling:

"What's the problem?"

Tongtian looked at the three thousand figures being pulled back:

"They swallowed the Dao Seed and merged with the Heavenly Dao."

"After complete fusion..."

"who are they?"

Hongjun was taken aback.

Tongtian continued:

"Was it them themselves?"

"Or is it the will of Heaven?"

"still......"

He paused:

"Nothing is left?"

Hongjun remained silent.

Tongtian gazed at him, his eyes gradually hardening:

The Dao Ancestor did not answer.

"Then I will answer on behalf of the Dao Ancestor."

"Once they merge, they are no longer themselves."

"Their consciousness, their memories, their true nature..."

"They will all be devoured by the Heavenly Dao."

"Only an empty shell remains."

"A puppet that can be manipulated at will."

"A..." a walking corpse driven by the selfish desires of Heaven.

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly:

"What do you know?"

"To be in harmony with the Way of Heaven is their destiny!"

"This is an opportunity that countless people would kill for!"

Tongtian laughed.

The smile was bitter, tinged with sadness.

"Opportunity?"

"The opportunity the Dao Ancestor spoke of is to make them disappear?"

"So, they're meant to become nourishment for the Heavenly Dao?"

"So that they... don't even remember who they are?"

Hongjun remained silent.

Tongtian looked at the three thousand figures, at those who were being pulled back, those who were once high and mighty.

"They seek the Way in order to transcend."

"It's not about disappearing."

"They cultivate the Tao for the sake of liberation."

"Not to become a puppet."

"The Dao Ancestor..."

He looked at Hongjun:

"The doctrine you preach leads them to their doom."

"The scheme you set up will lead to their utter ruin."

"Is this what you call good fortune?"

Hongjun's eyes were chilling:

"Tongtian, you are too arrogant."

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you think you can save them with your meager skills?"

"You think...?"

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"Will that person always protect you?"

Tongtian's eyes flickered slightly.

that person.

Kong Xuan.

He knew what Hongjun was wary of.

He knew that the reason Hongjun did not act immediately was not because he was afraid of Tongtian.

Rather, it was out of fear of the figure in the dark robe hidden in the shadows.

Tongtian laughed:

"The Dao Ancestor".

"You're scared."

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

Tongtian continued:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What you're afraid of is Senior Kong Xuan."

"You're afraid he'll suddenly appear."

"You're afraid he'll strike again."

"You're afraid of him..." That's enough to make you lose face.

Hongjun's body surged with purple energy, his saintly might as a mountain, and he pressed down on Tongtian with a thunderous roar!

"Reaching for the heavens!"

"You're asking for it!"

But the oppressive aura was blocked by an invisible barrier as soon as it reached Tongtian.

That barrier...

It's exactly the same as when they banned Hongjun back then.

Hongjun's pupils suddenly contracted!

He suddenly turned his head and looked into the depths of chaos!

There.

A figure in a black robe quietly appeared.

Kong Xuan.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly, and his black hair falling down.

His gaze was calm as he looked at everything in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Looking at Hongjun.

Looking up at the towering peaks.

Looking at the three thousand figures being pulled back.

Hongjun's body stiffened slightly.

Within the purple sleeves, her five fingers were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

he came.

He really came.

Kong Xuan slowly opened his mouth:

"Hongjun".

"Three thousand years."

"You're still walking this path."

Hongjun remained silent.

Kong Xuan continued:

"The first sermon plants the seeds of bondage."

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

"The third sermon will make them disappear completely."

"Three thousand years and then another three thousand years."

"You..." Have you ever felt even a trace of remorse?

Hongjun's eyes were chilling:

"Guilt?"

"The workings of Heaven are governed by a predetermined order."

"It is their good fortune that they can become part of the Way of Heaven."

"What guilt is there?"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"good fortune?"

"What you call creation is nothing more than making them disappear."

"Let them become your sacrifices in accordance with the Way."

"Let them...live in nothingness forever."

He paused, his gaze hardening.

"Hongjun".

You're wrong.

Hongjun was startled.

wrong.

These two words again.

It's been three thousand years.

This person... is going to say he's wrong again.

Kong Xuan raised his hand.

A wisp of chaotic light quietly condensed at the fingertips.

Its radiance was gentle and warm like water, yet it contained a supreme truth that transcended the three thousand great paths.