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

Tongtian shuddered!

Suddenly looking up:

"senior?!"

Kong Xuan looked at him, her gaze calm:

"I came here to fulfill a long-cherished wish."

"In the Purple Cloud Palace, I have sat in silence for three thousand years."

"Watching Hongjun lay out his plans, watching you enter the game, watching you awaken."

"Now that my wish has been fulfilled, it's time for me to go."

Tongtian's expression changed drastically:

"Where are you going, senior?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the depths of chaos:

"Go to...a place I've never been before."

"Go on a road that has never been traveled before."

"Go there... the timeline of Journey to the West."

Tongtian was stunned.

The timeline of Journey to the West?

What is that?

Seeing his blank expression, Kong Xuan said calmly:

You don't need to understand.

"All you need to know is that this world exists on more than one timeline."

"There is a past, there is a present, and there is a future."

"There are countless possibilities, countless tributaries."

"The place I came from is the past."

"What I'm going to do now is go to the future."

"It was the era when...the Journey to the West was about to begin."

Tongtian remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Senior...will you come back?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"I don't know."

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

"But that's not important."

"The important thing is that you can walk on your own now."

"The Jie Sect has been established, and its foundation is solid."

"You have already reached the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, and are only one step away from the Primordial Grand Luo realm."

"Those three thousand disciples, though their cultivation is shallow, have a solid foundation."

"With them around, the Jie Sect will not fall."

"As long as you are here, that glimmer of hope will always exist."

Tongtian's eyes were slightly red.

"senior......"

Kong Xuan raised his hand, interrupting him:

"No need for further explanation."

"Those who cultivate the Tao are subject to the impermanence of gathering and parting."

If fate allows, we will meet again.

"If it's not meant to be, you can't force it."

Tongtian took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness surging in his heart.

He took three steps back and bowed deeply:

"Disciple...respectfully sees you off, Senior!"

Behind him, three thousand disciples knelt down in unison:

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our senior!"

The sound was deafening, echoing over Jin'ao Island.

Kong Xuan gazed at the three thousand kneeling figures.

Looking at Tongtian's deeply bowed back.

A faint warmth flickered in his eyes.

He raised his hand.

A chaotic radiance quietly condensed in the palm of his hand.

It was an old-fashioned mirror.

The mirror surface is chaotic, reflecting countless images.

There is a past, there is a present, and there is a future.

There are countless timelines that intertwine and evolve in the mirror.

HarmonyOS Surveillance Mirror.

It can monitor all the heavens and myriad realms, and can penetrate endless time and space.

Kong Xuan gazed at the shifting images reflected in the mirror.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

He found it.

That line.

That was the era when the Journey to the West was about to begin.

That was the timeline he had never experienced.

The image gradually became clear on the mirror.

There is Flower Fruit Mountain, there is Sun Wukong, and there is the journey to the West.

There are countless immortals and Buddhas, as well as demons and monsters.

There are conspiracies, schemes, and deadly traps.

Kong Xuan's lips curled up slightly.

Journey to the West.

he came.

He put away the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror.

He turned around and looked towards the heavens.

Looking at the three thousand kneeling figures.

Looking towards the temple he personally founded.

"Reaching the Heavens".

He spoke:

"Remember the teachings of the Intercepting Sect."

"Seize a glimmer of hope to pave the way for all living beings."

"No matter when, no matter where."

"As long as there are still people struggling on the brink of despair, the Jie Sect cannot fall."

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, you cannot stop."

Tongtian raised his head, his eyes filled with determination:

"Your disciple will remember this!"

"The Jie Sect will never fall!"

"The disciple will not stop!"

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

He turned around.

His dark robe fluttered lightly, and his black hair fell down.

Step out.

In an instant.

His figure began to fade.

getting lighter.

It's getting increasingly blurry.

Like ink droplets falling into water, it vanishes silently.

Tongtian stared intently at the fading figure, his eyes reddening.

The three thousand disciples bowed their heads in unison, their foreheads pressed against the rocks.

On Jin'ao Island, all was deathly silent.

Only the mountain wind howled past.

The wind made everyone's robes flutter loudly.

Kong Xuan's figure is fading further and further away.

finally.

Like a wisp of smoke.

Blown by the mountain wind.

scattered.

They vanished without a trace.

Tongtian stood frozen in place.

Gazing at that empty void.

Gazing in the direction where the figure in black robes disappeared.

He remained motionless for a long time.

a long time.

He slowly lowered his head.

He bowed deeply.

Behind him, three thousand disciples bowed their heads in unison.

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

But the figure in the black robe was no longer there.

The mountaintop.

That dark hall still stands majestically.

The palace gates were wide open.

The hall was empty.

There was only one prayer mat.

It stands alone in the center of the hall.

Tongtian slowly stood up.

He looked towards the grand hall and the prayer mat.

His gaze was complex.

"senior......"

He whispered, his voice hoarse:

"Disciple... will wait for your return."

The words fell.

He turned around.

His black robes fluttered as he strode towards the foot of the mountain.

Behind him, three thousand disciples stood up in unison.

Gazing at the figure in black robes.

They gazed at their only true leader.

His eyes were filled with determination.

The senior colleague has passed away.

But the Jie Sect still exists.

They are still here.

That glimmer of hope still exists.

At the foot of the mountain.

Tongtian stood before his three thousand disciples.

His gaze swept over those resolute faces.

He said in a deep voice:

"The senior has passed away."

"But the Jie Sect still exists."

"The teachings of the Jie Sect still exist."

"Seize a glimmer of hope to pave the way for all living beings."

"This is the teaching we received from our predecessors."

"It is also a path that we..." He paused, his voice growing increasingly serious, "that we must uphold with our lives!"

Three thousand disciples clasped their fists in unison:

"I will obey the Master's decree!"

The sound was deafening, echoing over Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian nodded slightly.

He turned 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 whispered:

"The senior has passed away."

"But the Jie Sect still exists."

"If you have the guts..."

"Then let's try again."

The words fell.

He sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain.

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

Three thousand disciples sat cross-legged together.

Breathing in and out.

Spiritual practice.

Wait patiently.

Observe quietly.

Stay still.

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand figures sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain.

Breathing exercises.

The figure in black robes sat at the very front.

Like an insurmountable sacred mountain.

They protect the Jie Sect.

They are guarding that glimmer of hope.

Outside Jin'ao Island.

The chaotic sea surged like a tide.

A figure in a black robe sped through the chaos.

Kong Xuan.

He held the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror in his hand, and on the mirror's surface, a timeline became increasingly clear.

That was the era when Journey to the West was about to begin.

It was a path he had never walked before.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Journey to the West.

Sun Wukong.

The Journey to the West.

A sky full of immortals and Buddhas.

Demons and monsters.

And then there's the... mastermind hidden behind the scenes.

he came.

Kong Xuan put away the Hongmeng Surveillance Mirror.

His aura suddenly exploded!

That aura was even more vast than when it was in the Purple Cloud Palace!

Even more profound!

Even more... unpredictable!

He took a step forward.

In an instant.

Chaos surges, spacetime is distorted!

His figure transformed into a streak of light that pierced through endless time and space!

Towards that timeline...

They sped away!

Behind.

On Jin'ao Island.

Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes.

He gazed into the depths of chaos.

I gazed at that fleeting streak of light.

His eyes flickered slightly.

"senior......"

He whispered:

"Take care of yourself."

The words fell.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Sword intent flowed around him.

Continue breathing exercises.

Continue your spiritual practice.

Continue to protect.

On Jin'ao Island.

Purple mist wafted, and the Taoist spirit flowed.

Three thousand figures sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain.

Breathing in and out.

Spiritual practice.

wait.

Waiting for that figure in black robes.

One day.

Returning once again.