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

"Reaching the Heavens".

"Although those people were rescued, the damage to their souls and spirits was no small matter."

"It needs to be nourished with the Qi of Chaos and regulated with the methods of the Jie Sect."

"You must not use your magical powers for the next three thousand years."

"You must not force yourself to cultivate."

"He can only rest and recover."

"Is it even possible?"

Tongtian cupped his fists:

"Disciple understands."

"I will have someone take care of them so they can rest and recuperate in peace."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"good."

The words fell.

With a light sway of his black robe, he disappeared into the main hall.

The palace doors slowly closed.

Tongtian stood atop the mountain, gazing at the tightly closed palace gates.

He remained motionless for a long time.

a long time.

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

He said in a deep voice:

"Duobao!"

A figure sped down from the foot of the mountain and landed in front of Tongtian.

Duobao bowed:

"What are your instructions, Master?"

Tongtian looked at him:

"From this day forward, you will be in charge of those three thousand men."

"Arrange for them to recuperate on the east side of the foot of the mountain."

"Nourish your spirit and soul with the warmth of chaos every day."

"Teach them the basic mental techniques of the Jie Sect, and let them gradually regulate their breathing."

"Within three thousand years, you must not use your magical power or force yourself to cultivate."

"Is it even possible?"

Duobao clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Your disciple obeys!"

Tongtian nodded:

"Go."

Duobao turned around and sped away.

At the foot of the mountain.

Three thousand figures were arranged one by one to sit cross-legged on the eastern cliff.

Chaotic energy surged from the depths of Jin'ao Island, slowly enveloping them.

The aura was gentle and soothing, nourishing their damaged souls.

Someone closed their eyes and let out a long sigh.

Someone lowered their eyes, tears sliding down their cheeks.

Someone gazed at the black-robed figure atop the mountain and bowed deeply.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the three thousand figures who had begun to meditate.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

Yet, a faint warmth lingered in his heart.

Three thousand people.

Three thousand lives.

He saved her.

Although it's not enough.

Although it's just the beginning.

But at least they survived.

At least, they still have a chance.

Start repairing from scratch.

Start anew.

Tongtian turned around and looked into the depths of chaos.

Looking towards that place shrouded in purple mist.

Looking towards the direction of Zixiao Palace.

His gaze hardened.

"The Dao Ancestor".

He muttered to himself:

"You set up your own plan."

"I'll save my life."

"Let's see again in three thousand years."

"Who will have the last laugh?"

The words fell.

Amidst the fluttering of his black robes, he sat cross-legged atop the mountain.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

His sword intent flowed around him, resonating with the entire Golden Turtle Island.

Wait patiently.

Observe quietly.

Stay still.

At the foot of the mountain.

Three thousand figures sat cross-legged on the eastern cliff.

The chaotic energy swirled and flowed, slowly enveloping them.

Someone opened their eyes and looked towards the mountain peak.

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

They looked at the person who had saved them.

His eyes were full of gratitude.

Full of awe.

It was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Thank you, Master."

Someone spoke in a low voice.

The sound, though soft, echoed at the foot of the mountain.

Three thousand people bowed their heads in unison:

"Thank you, Master!"

The sounds rose and fell, echoing over Jin'ao Island.

The mountaintop.

Tongtian remained with his eyes closed.

But the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

It curved into a very faint arc.

You're welcome.

He murmured to himself.

If you must thank someone, thank yourself.

I'm grateful that I'm still alive.

I'm grateful that I still have a chance.

Thank myself...

They seized that glimmer of hope.

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand figures sat cross-legged on the eastern cliff.

Rest and recuperate.

Pranayama.

wait.

Waiting for the future three thousand years from now.

Waiting for the real beginning.

......

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand years have passed quietly.

On the eastern cliff, three thousand figures sitting cross-legged slowly opened their eyes.

Their auras were solid and tangible; though they no longer possessed the power of quasi-saints, they were even purer than before.

The divine soul that was devoured by the Chaos Dao Seed has been fully restored after three thousand years of quiet recuperation.

Someone stood up and bowed deeply towards the mountain peak.

Someone lowered their eyes, looking at their own hands, their eyes filled with emotion.

Some people gazed into the depths of chaos, towards that place shrouded in purple mist, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

It's been three thousand years.

They came back to life.

The mountaintop.

Tongtian sat cross-legged outside the main hall, his body radiating sword intent.

He opened his eyes and looked at the three thousand figures who had stood up.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

After three thousand years of quiet recuperation, they have finally recovered.

Although his cultivation level is still shallow, his foundation is far more solid than it was back then.

This is the method of the Jie Sect.

This is the way to seize a glimmer of hope.

Tongtian rose, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

He turned around and looked at the dark hall behind him.

The palace gates were tightly closed.

For three thousand years, our predecessors have not taken a single step.

But Heaven knows he is there.

always there.

They guarded Jin'ao Island, they guarded the Jie Sect, and they guarded these three thousand figures who survived the calamity.

Tongtian took a deep breath and took three steps forward.

A deep bow:

"senior."

"All three thousand disciples have been restored."

"The foundation of the Jie Sect is now firmly established."

"This disciple dares to ask, senior... what should we do next?"

The hall was silent.

a long time.

The palace doors opened silently by themselves.

Kong Xuan's figure slowly appeared.

He stood inside the palace gate, his black robe hanging down, his black hair fluttering.

His gaze was calm as he looked up at the towering peaks.

Looking at the three thousand figures who had risen.

Looking at the temple he had personally created.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Reaching the Heavens".

He spoke, his voice calm:

"You did a great job."

Bowing deeply to the heavens:

"It's all thanks to the guidance of my seniors."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

He slowly stepped out and walked to the top of the mountain.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the depths of chaos.

Looking towards that place shrouded in purple mist.

Looking towards the direction of Zixiao Palace.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Three thousand years."

He whispered:

"Hongjun... probably won't come again."

Tongtian was taken aback:

"What do you mean by that, senior?"

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"His three-thousand-year plan has been completely destroyed by me."

"You have saved all three thousand puppets."

"Although he was unwilling, he dared not make any more rash moves."

"Because he knows that as long as I am here, he will not be able to harm the Jie Sect in the slightest."

Tongtian nodded:

"Then... what should this disciple do next?"

Kong Xuan turned around and looked at him:

"You should stay here and teach your disciples well."

"Transmit the teachings of the Intercepting Sect to them, so that they may understand their own minds and nature, know good and evil, and realize their true nature."

"Once they have achieved sufficient cultivation, they will be allowed to descend the mountain."

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

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

"Saving one is saving one."

Tongtian bowed deeply:

"Your disciple will remember this."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

He gazed into the depths of chaos, at the surging, turbulent sea of ​​chaos.

A faint hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"Reaching the Heavens".

He spoke:

"I'm leaving."

Tongtian shuddered!