Primordial Era: Reborn Kong Xuan, Steady Cultivation

As for items that could have been given as "rewards," such as the "Water-Drawing Pearl" and the "Crimson Fire Pearl," even if they were only low-grade spiritual treasures, Kong Xuan would never give them away easily.

It wasn't that they were stingy, but rather that they knew their own resources were still limited, and every usable treasure had to be carefully considered.

More importantly, although the Treasure-Dropping Coin has been acquired, its use comes at a huge cost, as it relates to one's own fortune. It should never be used lightly unless absolutely necessary or when one already possesses a treasure to suppress one's fortune.

Therefore, in ordinary situations, these seemingly ordinary magical treasures become an important supplementary means, so how can they be given away casually?

He landed gracefully, waved to Zhitong who hurriedly got up to greet him with a look of fear on his face, indicating that there was no need to say anything more.

After scanning with his divine sense and confirming that Zhitong was unharmed and that the old ginseng had indeed gone far away without leaving any hidden dangers, he stopped worrying about the matter.

"Once this matter is settled, come with me." Kong Xuan said succinctly, his gaze already fixed on the vast and untamed world beyond Wuyi Mountain.

His next step was to leave Wuyi Mountain and find an ordinary place outside to refine the innate restrictions on the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

There's no need to stay in Wuyishan anymore.

Although there may be other treasures and opportunities, the greatest spiritual treasure, the Treasure Dropping Coin, has already been obtained by myself, so what more could I ask for?

If one is not greedy enough and continues to stay in Wuyi Mountain, who knows what might happen to them.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, Kong Xuan took Zhitong into his sleeve, and then transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the outside of Wuyi Mountain.

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Beyond the Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace

The Sage Hongjun sat upright on a nine-layered cloud bed, his body surrounded by chaotic energy that cascaded down like a curtain, each wisp seemingly containing the imagery of the birth and death of countless worlds and the changing of the Great Dao.

The sage's face was hidden behind a hazy Daoist aura, but his eyes were exceptionally clear and untouched by worldly dust, calmly reflecting the various expressions of the three thousand mortals in the hall.

At this moment, most of the immortals and saints were still immersed in the lingering echoes of the Great Dao's divine pronouncements they had heard earlier. Some were deep in thought, while others looked enlightened. The hall was silent, with only the invisible rhythm of the Great Dao rhyme rippling gently like waves on the surface of water.

Suddenly, the Sage Hongjun spoke again. His voice was not loud, but it was like a clear spring flowing over stones, instantly washing away all distracting thoughts: "Taiyi is like sailing a boat on a sea of ​​suffering."

As soon as the words were spoken, the scene inside the Purple Cloud Palace changed abruptly!

A vast, boundless, and turbulent "Sea of ​​Bitterness" phantom appeared out of thin air and enveloped the main hall.

All the immortals saw countless blurry versions of themselves struggling and sinking in the sea, battered by the waves, blown by the winds of karma, and troubled by inner demons. Their journey was arduous, a manifestation of the many tribulations and endless confusions on the path of cultivation.

"The Great Luo is like reaching the other shore."

At the end of the sea of ​​suffering, in the depths of chaos, suddenly rises a shore of radiant light, paved with gold and jade, and made of crystal!

The shore is pure and undefiled, eternally free, forming a stark contrast with the turbulent struggles of the sea of ​​suffering, symbolizing transcendence and perfection.

"This realm..." Hongjun's voice became increasingly ethereal and otherworldly. Every word he uttered automatically condensed into tangible, dazzling Dao patterns, shimmering with ineffable mysteries. Before the immortals could react, they were already deeply imprinted into the primordial spirit of every listener present!

"Transcending the primordial world, yet remaining inseparable from it."

Not in the long river, yet it connects the past and the present.

One certificate serves as eternal proof, like a lamp passing on its light.

"Once gained, forever gained; like the moon's reflection in water."

These few words fully express the profound mysteries of the Great Luo.

Seemingly detached from worldly affairs, yet breathing in harmony with heaven and earth, as if leaping out of the river of time, yet able to see the past and future. Once attained, the Dao fruit is eternally solidified, and the lineage can be passed down. Once obtained, it is like the bright moon reflected in water, a thousand rivers reflecting a thousand moons, manifesting in countless forms, yet the essence remains unchanged.

Upon hearing this, all the immortals were deeply moved, their hearts stirred, and they felt an infinite longing for the Great Luo Realm.

At that very moment, an immortal dressed in a star-patterned robe, unable to contain his doubts, rose and bowed respectfully:

"With a sage before me, this disciple dares to ask a question!"

"Speak." Hongjun's gaze shifted slightly, landing on this immortal.

"This disciple observes that all the immortals and fellow Daoists present have attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal status, possessing great supernatural powers and boundless magical strength."

However, upon careful contemplation of the Great Luo Mysterious Realm that the Sage just described, it seems to differ from and be more obscure than what we disciples have realized and experienced. May I ask the Sage, why is this?

Upon hearing this question, all those in the hall who had reached the Great Luo realm, whether they were the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Dijun and Taiyi, or Jieyin, Zhunti, Kunpeng and Minghe, were slightly moved.

They had indeed long since proven themselves to be Great Luo, living freely in the primordial world, but upon hearing the sages speak of Great Luo, it seemed to be a realm that was more profound and essential than their own, and they too harbored this doubt.

But then, on the cloud bed, the Sage Hongjun chuckled softly. There was no mockery in his laughter; instead, it carried a hint of understanding and guidance.

Before the laughter subsided, the ethereal sound suddenly transformed into a majestic thunderous roar, shaking the Purple Cloud Palace and resonating deeply within the hearts of every listener.

"What you have attained is all the Great Luo."

He paused, then in the next instant, his voice grew even stronger: "Again, none of them are Great Luo Immortals!"

"boom!"

The sound was like divine thunder at the beginning of creation, exploding deep within the consciousness of every Great Luo Golden Immortal!

The shock made their Dao hearts tremble and their primordial spirits quiver!

What does this mean? They cultivated diligently for countless eons, enduring countless tribulations to attain the Great Luo Dao fruit, yet in the mouths of sages, it seems to be something ambiguous, as if they haven't grasped the true essence?!

The Three Pure Ones exchanged solemn glances, their eyes filled with contemplation and deduction. Nuwa's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and the aura of creation around her rippled. Jieyin's expression showed even more distress, while Zhunti revealed an eager thirst for knowledge. Golden flames flickered in Dijun's Taiyi Eye, Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and Styx's blood-red eyes flashed...

The entire hall of Great Luo cultivators was stirred by this voice, realizing that their proud realm had not yet truly entered the gates of the Great Luo realm!

Ignoring the tremors below, the Sage Hongjun continued to speak in his unquestionable, majestic Daoist voice. Every word was like a cornerstone of the Great Dao, solidifying the immortals' understanding of a higher realm:

"The Great Luo One must condense the three flowers of essence, qi, and spirit at the top of the head, which are called the 'Three Flowers at the Top of the Head'!"

This is the manifestation of the Great Luo Dao Foundation, the magnificent chapter of the fundamental nature and life.

The three flower grades represent the strength of one's foundation and the level of one's potential, and are divided into four grades: Grade 3, Grade 6, Grade 9, and Grade 12.

For those at the third rank, the Great Luo realm is already the limit, and the path ahead is blocked.

Those at the sixth rank have a slightly stronger foundation and can begin to glimpse the path to becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Those who reach the ninth rank have a solid foundation in the Dao and are expected to achieve the perfection of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

"Those of the twelfth rank..." The voice of the Sage Hongjun paused slightly, carrying a hint of etherealness, "are the foundation of supreme perfection, and can aspire to... the path of the Primordial Golden Immortal."

The true meaning of the Great Luo lies in eternal freedom across all time and space.

"Although you possess the great power and supernatural abilities of the Great Luo, you have not yet unified your past, present, and future selves, have not resolved all the entanglements of cause and effect in the primordial world, have not completed the ultimate transformation of the essence of life, have not attained true freedom, and have not realized... the true Great Luo Dao Fruit!"

The Daoist sound was like a resounding bell, or like a sudden enlightenment, completely tearing away the fog that shrouded the "Great Luo" realm!