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

Kong Xuan then took something out of his sleeve.

One Dao Fruit.

Crystal clear, with a restrained radiance.

The first fruit formed by the Dao Tree.

"Mother, eat it."

Yuan Feng accepted the Dao Fruit, her hand trembling slightly.

Upon receiving the Dao Fruit, it felt warm and smooth as jade.

The power it contained made her tremble all over.

"This is......"

"The Fruit of the Path".

"A Dao Tree solidifies, a single one formed over ten thousand years."

"Eat it and you can attain the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm."

Yuan Feng took a deep breath.

She was already in the early stage of the Chaosless Realm.

If one consumes another Dao Fruit, one will reach the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal realm.

That was a realm that even Pangu had not reached.

"Child, aren't you going to eat it yourself?"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"I am already the Lord of the Dao."

"The fruits of the Tao are of no use to me."

Yuan Feng no longer declined.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the Dao Fruit.

boom!

An unprecedented power erupted within him.

Yuan Feng's cultivation level began to surge.

The initial stage of chaos and infinity.

Mid-stage of the Chaosless Realm.

Late stage of Chaos and Limitlessness.

The pinnacle of chaos and limitlessness.

boom!

An invisible barrier shattered with a deafening roar.

The first level of the Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal realm.

Second Heaven.

The Three Heavens.

......

The Seventh Heaven.

Eight Heavens.

Nine Heavens.

boom!

Peak of the Ninth Heaven!

Yuan Feng's aura surged to a whole new level.

The entire immortal volcano was trembling.

Flames soared into the sky, burning through the heavens.

All the spirits of the southern border knelt in worship.

That was the aura of the Phoenix Clan's ancestor.

That was an aura surpassing that of Pangu.

Yuan Feng opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.

Clench your fist, then relax.

Power is limitless.

She had never felt such power before.

"Child, I..."

Kong Xuan waved his hand:

"No need to say more."

"You are my mother, that's only right."

Yuan Feng's eyes were slightly red, and she said nothing more.

She knew that this son didn't need to be thanked.

Kong Xuan then said:

"The power of the Dao Fruit still needs to be refined."

"I'll help you."

He raised his hand and pressed a finger between Yuan Feng's eyebrows.

The power of the Dao Lord surged in.

Within Yuan Feng's body, the power of the Dao Fruit was rapidly refined.

It became one with her cultivation.

A moment later, Kong Xuan stopped.

"alright."

Yuan Feng closed her eyes, sensing the power within her body.

The peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal realm.

The power of the Dao Fruit has been completely refined.

Her foundation is as solid as a mountain.

Yuan Feng opened her eyes:

"Child, are you leaving?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"Um."

"The timeline of the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity... it's time for me to leave."

Yuan Feng remained silent.

After a long silence, he spoke:

Will they come back?

"meeting."

"I missed my mother, so I came back."

Yuan Feng nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She knew that her son had his own path to follow.

She couldn't stop it, and she didn't want to.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked out of the hall.

They stopped at the palace gate.

"Mother, the soup is delicious."

"I'll drink again next time I come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out.

Yuan Feng stood in the hall, watching his back.

Tears streamed down her face.

But she smiled.

Her son became the Daoist Master.

I still remember her soup.

enough.

Kong Xuan walked out of Fengqi Palace.

The giant beast lay at the foot of the volcano, waiting for a long time.

Little White perched on the giant beast's head, yawning.

The Destroyer stood to one side, his face respectful.

Pangu's clone stood at the back, silent.

Kong Xuan climbed onto the back of the giant beast.

"Let's go."

The behemoth rose and strode toward the chaos.

Xiaobai asked:

"Master, where are we going?"

Kong Xuan gazed into the distance:

"Leave this timeline."

"Back to the era of Journey to the West."

Xiao Bai nodded and shrank into Kong Xuan's arms.

The colossal beast strode through the air, passing through the clouds, the fierce winds, and the heavens.

Entering chaos.

Chaos surged, and the gray fog stretched endlessly.

Kong Xuan stood on the back of the giant beast and glanced back at the primordial world.

That one glance pierced through time and space.

I saw the immortal volcano, I saw the Yuanfeng, and I saw that little white flower.

Yuan Feng stood atop the volcano, gazing at the sky.

She knew he was watching her.

The mother and son looked at each other, speechless.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze.

"Walk."

The colossal beast strode forward, stepping into the time tunnel.

Chaos and distortion, time reversed.

The surrounding scenery rushed past.

The Great Calamity of Dragons and Phoenixes: In the beginning of the primordial world, before chaos was divided.

Scene after scene flashed by.

Kong Xuan remained calm.

At the Dao Lord level, time and space are as clear as lines on the palm of one's hand.

Where you want to go is just a matter of a thought.

When you want to go is up to you.

I don't know how long I walked.

Light appeared ahead.

Kong Xuan raised his hand and waved it gently.

The time tunnel cracked open.

The giant beast strode out.

Before us is the era of Journey to the West.

It was the time he left.

Exactly.

The sky is azure, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

The land is vast and the mountains and rivers are like a painting.

Kong Xuan took a deep breath.

came back.

Xiao Bai looked around:

"Master, is this the era of Journey to the West?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"Yes."

Xiaobai asked:

"Where to next?"

Kong Xuan thought for a moment:

"Go back to the cave."

"The Golden-Winged Roc is still waiting for me."

The giant beast turned and flew towards the northern border.

Northern Xinjiang.

The cave remains unchanged.

An unremarkable mountain, an unremarkable cave.

But outside the cave, there stood a person.

Golden-winged Roc.

His golden robes fluttered in the wind, and his expression was stern.

Peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, half-step Quasi-Saint.

He stood motionless at the entrance of the cave.

We've waited three thousand years.

He has been waiting here since the day Kong Xuan left.

Waiting for my brother to return.

The giant beast landed outside the cave.

Kong Xuan rolled over and got off.

The golden-winged roc raised its head and looked at Kong Xuan.

Slightly red eyes:

"Brother, you're back."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"I'm back."

The Golden-Winged Roc took a deep breath:

"Three thousand years, where have you been?"

Kong Xuandao:

"Deep within chaos."

"I took some things."

The Golden-Winged Roc did not ask any further questions.

He knew that it was not his place to ask about his brother's affairs.

Kong Xuan sized him up:

"Your cultivation has progressed well."

"Half-step Quasi-Saint".

"Three thousand years, without slacking off."

The Golden-Winged Roc raises its head:

"certainly."

"I said I would catch up with my brother."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"Can't catch up."

The Golden-Winged Roc paused for a moment:

Why?

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"Because I am the Lord of the Dao."

The Golden-Winged Roc was taken aback:

"Dao Lord? What realm is that?"

Kong Xuandao:

"The controller of the Tao".

"It is not an embodiment of the Tao."

"I have emotions, desires, and a sense of self."

"But I possess the power of the Tao."

The Golden-Winged Roc gasped in shock.

The power of Tao?

That was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Brother, just how strong are you?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and waved it lightly.

In the distance, a great mountain vanished into nothingness in an instant.

It's not collapsing, it's not being destroyed.

It disappeared.

Disappeared completely.

It's as if it never existed.

The Golden-Winged Roc's face turned deathly pale.

He couldn't even sense that attack.

"Brother, I..."

Kong Xuan waved his hand:

"No need to say more."

"Go your own way."

I'll go my own way.

The Golden-Winged Roc lowers its head:

"clear."

Kong Xuan turned around and walked into the cave.

The Golden-Winged Roc followed them inside.

The cave dwelling was not large.

A stone platform, a stone bed, and an oil lamp.

Extremely rudimentary.

Kong Xuan sat on the stone platform, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

The Golden-Winged Roc stood to one side, not daring to disturb them.

Xiao Bai jumped off Kong Xuan's shoulder and looked around.

"Master, this place is so dilapidated."

Kong Xuan opened his eyes:

"A place for cultivation need not be luxurious."

Xiao Bai pouted and stopped talking.

The Destroyer stood outside the cave, his face respectful.

Pangu's clone stood to one side, silent.

The giant beast lay at the foot of the mountain, its eyes closed in a deep sleep.

The group of people each took their place.

Kong Xuan closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

The seed of the Dao has grown into a towering tree.

The source of the Dao has been completely refined.

The realm of the Dao Lord is as stable as a mountain.

But he knew this was not the end.

Above the Dao Lord, what else is there?

do not know.

Because no one has ever reached it.

He is the first.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the Golden-Winged Roc:

"How long have you been stuck at the half-step Quasi-Saint level?"

The Golden-Winged Roc said:

"Two thousand years."

Kong Xuan nodded:

"I'll lend you a hand."

He raised his hand and pressed a finger between the eyebrows of the Golden-Winged Roc.

The power of the Dao Lord surged in.

The Golden-Winged Roc shuddered.

His cultivation level began to surge.

Half-step Quasi-Saint.

Early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

Late stage of Quasi-Saint.

boom!

Peak Quasi-Saint!

The aura of the Golden-Winged Roc surged to a whole new level.

He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with horror.

"Brother, I..."

Kong Xuan stopped:

"Peak of Quasi-Saint".

"Above that is the Primordial Golden Immortal."

"You'll have to face that hurdle yourself."

The Golden-Winged Roc kneels on the ground:

"Thank you, brother."

Kong Xuan waved his hand:

"stand up."

"You're my brother, that's only right."

The Golden-Winged Roc rose to his feet, his face filled with excitement.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

He waited two thousand years, and finally it arrived.

Kong Xuan then said:

"The Tathagata is at the peak of Quasi-Sainthood."

"You are now capable of fighting him."

"But we're still not quite there yet to win."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded:

"I know."

"I will continue my spiritual practice."

Kong Xuan nodded and said nothing more.

Close your eyes and continue to regulate your breathing.

The Golden-Winged Roc stood to one side, protecting the Dharma.

The cave returned to silence.

Three days later.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

He sensed it.

In the west, a powerful aura surged into the sky.

That was... the aura of Buddhism.

Kong Xuan extended his divine sense, instantly covering the entire prehistoric world.

Lingshan.

Great Thunder Temple.

The Buddha sat on a lotus throne, his body radiating golden light.

The aura of a peak Quasi-Saint was as imposing as a mountain.

He was preaching.

Three thousand Buddhas and five hundred Arhats gathered together.

The Buddha's light shone brightly, and the sound of chanting filled the air.

But the Buddha's gaze was directed northward.

That's the direction of Kong Xuan's cave dwelling.

He sensed it.

Kong Xuan is back.

And it's even stronger.

It was so powerful that he couldn't even sense it.

The Buddha was slightly startled, but remained outwardly calm.

Let's continue with the teachings.

Kong Xuan withdrew his divine sense, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Buddha, you are quite composed."

The Golden-Winged Roc asked:

"Brother, what's wrong with Buddha?"

Kong Xuandao:

"He's looking at me."

"They're testing me."

"But he doesn't dare to come."

The Golden-Winged Roc sneered:

"Of course he wouldn't dare."

"His elder brother's strength is beyond his comprehension."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"Do not underestimate your enemy."

"The Buddha is an old fox."

"He never fights a battle he's not confident of winning."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded:

"clear."

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the cave.

The Golden-Winged Roc followed behind.

Little White perched on his shoulder, the Destruction Demon God stood to one side, and Pangu's clone remained silent.

The giant beast lay at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain, his hands behind his back.

He looked westward, his gaze calm.

"Buddha, I will not provoke you."

"Don't mess with me either."

"If you behave yourself, you will be kept."

"If you are restless..."

He paused, his eyes turning slightly cold:

"Then a new person will take charge of Buddhism."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Western Spirit Mountain appeared.

The Buddha trembled.

He heard it.

The sound was very soft.

Yet it was crystal clear.

It was as if Kong Xuan was standing right in front of him.

Buddha took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Kong Xuan has become even stronger.

He was so powerful that a single sentence from him could make him lose his composure.

The Buddha closed his eyes and continued preaching.

But in my heart, a storm was brewing.

Three more days passed.

Kong Xuan stood atop the mountain, without moving.

He's watching.

Observe the changes in the primordial world.

Observe the structure of the Three Realms.

Observe the struggle between Buddhism and Taoism.

The Journey to the West has not yet begun.

Tang Sanzang had not yet been born.

Sun Wukong is still on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Everything is in the making.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze:

"boring."

The Golden-Winged Roc asked:

"Brother, where are you bored?"

Kong Xuandao:

"This era is too weak."

"So weak that it doesn't interest me at all."

The Golden-Winged Roc remained silent.

Yes, my elder brother is the Dao Master.

In his eyes, the people of this era were all ants.

Kong Xuan turned around and walked into the cave.

"I'm going into seclusion."

"No one is allowed to disturb us."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded:

"clear."

Kong Xuan sat on the stone platform with his eyes closed.

My mind sank into my body.

The seed of the Dao is trembling.

The source of the Tao is in flux.

He was reflecting.

To comprehend the essence of the Tao.

To comprehend the limits of the Tao.

Beyond comprehending the Dao, what else is there?

This period of seclusion lasted for a century.

Over the past century, the world has undergone dramatic changes.

The Journey to the West begins.

When Tang Sanzang was born, Sun Wukong was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain.

The journey to obtain the scriptures has officially begun.

The conflict between Buddhism and Taoism is escalating.

But all of this had nothing to do with Kong Xuan.

He is in seclusion.

In reflection.

Breakthrough.

A hundred years later.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Mid-stage Dao Lord.

After a century of seclusion, we have made a small step forward.

Slow, but steady.

Kong Xuan got up and walked out of the cave.

The Golden-Winged Roc came forward to greet them:

"Brother, you've emerged from seclusion?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

"How's it outside?"

The Golden-Winged Roc said:

"The Journey to the West has begun."

"Tang Sanzang has set off, and Sun Wukong has left the mountain."

The conflict between Buddhism and Taoism is escalating.

Kong Xuan nodded:

"understood."

He looked westward, his gaze calm.

"Journey to the West is a scheme devised by Buddha."

"He wanted to use the journey to the West to spread his teachings to the East."

"The Taoist sect will not stand idly by."

"There will be no shortage of battles along the way."

The Golden-Winged Roc asked:

"Brother, should we get involved?"

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"No insertion."

"Let them play by themselves."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded:

"clear."

Kong Xuan turned around and looked south.

That's the direction of the immortal volcano.

Yuan Feng's mark is still there.

He could sense it.

But he won't go again.

I've seen what I needed to see.

What needed to be done, was done.

I helped those who needed help.

As for romantic love?

That's not his path.

Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze:

"Let's go."

The Golden-Winged Roc asked:

"Where to?"

Kong Xuandao:

"Deep within chaos."

"Continue exploring."

"Beyond the Dao Lord, there is still a path."

The Golden-Winged Roc remained silent and nodded.

"Take care, brother."

Kong Xuan nodded and climbed onto the giant beast's back.

Little White perched on his shoulder, the Destruction Demon God followed behind, and Pangu's clone remained silent.

The group headed towards Chaos.

The Golden-Winged Roc stood atop the mountain, gazing at his elder brother's retreating figure.

Lopsided.

They vanished into the world.

He stood there, motionless for a long time.

"Brother, I will catch up with you."

"must."

After speaking, he turned around and continued his cultivation.

Northern Xinjiang.

Outside the cave, there was no one.

Only the wind blows across the hills.