Shifting Blame, Everything Is Ready but the East Wind

The Primordial World.

Because of the news that Hongjun had become a Sage and would be preaching the Dao, it had thoroughly boiled over.

Countless great powers were stirred with surging emotions.

One after another, they set out for Zixiao Palace, located within the chaos, to listen to the Sage's Great Dao.

Kong Xuan was naturally among them.

He left Penglai Immortal Island and transformed into a seven-colored rainbow that stretched across the heavens.

The streak of light was incredibly swift, beyond imagination, leaving behind a dazzling trail.

His destination was clear: the boundary between the Primordial World and chaos.

The moment he arrived at that vast, chaotic border.

Kong Xuan swept his gaze around and spotted two familiar figures.

They were none other than Nuwa and Fuxi.

They stood quietly at the junction between chaos and the Primordial World, seemingly waiting for something.

Kong Xuan's heart stirred slightly. He withdrew his divine radiance and assumed human form.

He wore a robe of seven-colored feathers and a feathered imperial crown. His features were handsome, while an air of looking down upon the world naturally rested between his brows.

Kong Xuan stepped forward several paces and cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoists Nuwa and Fuxi, have you both been well since we last met?"

Nuwa and Fuxi turned at the sound.

A faint smile appeared on Nuwa's face, like a spring breeze brushing against one's features.

She nodded slightly.

Fuxi also wore a gentle smile. Returning the salute with cupped hands, he said, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, we have been waiting here for quite some time."

His gaze carried the wisdom of one who saw through the affairs of the world.

Hearing this, Kong Xuan understood.

"Oh? You two were waiting for me?"

Nuwa nodded gently, her voice clear and melodious.

"Indeed. Zixiao Palace's preaching is a rare opportunity."

"My brother and I discussed it. Chaos is dangerous and unpredictable here. Fellow Daoist, why not travel with us? We can look after one another."

"The land of chaos is nothing like the Primordial World. Gale winds rage, turbulent currents run rampant, and there is even the danger of becoming lost. One more fellow Daoist means one more measure of security."

Hearing this, Kong Xuan felt touched.

Nuwa and Fuxi truly were people of genuine temperament.

He cupped his hands and sincerely thanked them. "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoists. Kong Xuan is deeply grateful."

"However..."

With an apologetic expression, Kong Xuan paused before continuing, "I still have a private matter to deal with here first."

"I fear... it will delay me for a little while."

His gaze passed over the two of them and fell upon the depths of chaos, where unknown dangers churned without end.

Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, both their eyes filled with doubt.

"Chaos is perilous. Why are you remaining here at such a time, Fellow Daoist? Do you require the help of my brother and me?"

Nuwa's delicate brows furrowed slightly with concern.

Kong Xuan shook his head, his tone calm yet firm.

"It is only a trivial matter. I would not dare trouble you two. It is merely a small karmic entanglement of mine that must be resolved here. It will not take long."

He did not explain in detail, merely glossing it over.

Nuwa still wished to persuade him, but Fuxi gently tugged at her sleeve and shook his head slightly.

He looked at Kong Xuan, understanding flashing through his eyes, as though he had guessed the deeper meaning Kong Xuan did not wish to reveal.

"Since that is the case, Fellow Daoist, take care of yourself. My sister and I shall go on ahead and await you outside Zixiao Palace."

Once Fuxi had spoken, Nuwa could only suppress the doubts in her heart. She gently reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, chaos is difficult to traverse. You must be cautious. We shall go ahead; follow as soon as you can."

Kong Xuan cupped his hands once more and solemnly said, "Thank you for your understanding, Fellow Daoists. Once I have settled my affairs, I will surely catch up."

He watched Nuwa and Fuxi turn away, protective divine radiance lighting around them as they stepped into that expanse of chaos filled with rolling gray currents and an aura of destruction.

He watched as their figures were swiftly swallowed by the currents of chaos.

The expression on Kong Xuan's face instantly turned cold.

He had not remained behind to deal with any so-called private matter.

Instead, his figure flickered, and he silently concealed himself behind an enormous chaotic boulder at the border between the Primordial World and chaos.

He suppressed his aura to the utmost limit, as though he were part of the boulder itself.

At the same time, a thought stirred in his mind.

A figure identical to himself split out from within his body.

This clone wore a stern expression and had sharp eyes.

In its hand, it tightly gripped an ancient sword as red as fire, its blade flowing with the righteous aura of pure yang—it was the top-grade innate spiritual treasure Kong Xuan had seized from Dongwang Gong, the Pure Yang Sword!

The clone held the Pure Yang Sword.

Rather than following the direction Nuwa and Fuxi had just taken, it chose another region along the border.

The clone turned back and exchanged a cold glance with the concealed true body.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, it took one step beyond the boundary of the Primordial World, its figure instantly vanishing into the rolling, roaring chaotic currents.

Kong Xuan's true body hid behind the boulder, holding his breath and focusing his mind.

His divine sense was like invisible threads, tightly winding around the clone that had entered chaos, closely sensing everything it encountered.

The qi of chaos truly lived up to its fearsome reputation.

The instant the clone entered, violent chaotic gale winds became like hundreds of millions of invisible blades, madly slicing and scouring the clone's protective spiritual light from every direction.

Every collision gave rise to a piercing shriek.

The mana Kong Xuan had infused into the clone was being rapidly depleted.

"So this is the might of chaos..."

Kong Xuan's true body sensed the pressure the clone endured, and his heart turned solemn.

If not for the fact that he cultivated both his Primordial Spirit and physical body, possessed foundations far deeper than those of others at the same realm, and had received the enhancement of the Creation Jade Disc Fragment from Penglai Immortal Island, granting him a deeper understanding of chaos's dangers, even his true body would have found entering it exceedingly difficult.

He waited patiently.

Like a hunter lying in ambush in the shadows.

Time trickled by.

Within chaos, the passing of time was unknown.

Kong Xuan's clone struggled to maintain its direction amid the violent currents, the light of the Pure Yang Sword appearing especially conspicuous within the gray darkness.

Suddenly!

A chaotic gale wind, thicker and a hundred times more condensed than any before it, swept out from the depths of chaos without warning like a roaring ancient ferocious dragon!

It was swift to the extreme, its might enough to destroy heaven and earth!

It tore through layer after layer of chaotic currents, carrying the terrifying power to annihilate everything, and instantly locked onto and engulfed Kong Xuan's clone!

"This is a chaotic gale wind!"

"Not good!"

Kong Xuan's eyes narrowed.

Just as he was about to act and resist the chaotic gale wind, he sensed something and withdrew his hand, silently watching the clone perish.

Before that irresistible force of destruction, Kong Xuan's clone was as fragile as paper.

Boom—!

A muffled yet immensely penetrating explosion erupted through the connection of Kong Xuan's divine sense.

It was not a sound, but the collapse of laws themselves.

The clone did not even have time to mount any effective resistance.

The Pure Yang Sword in its hand was blasted loose by the immense force.

Immediately afterward, beneath that pure force of chaotic destruction, the clone's body was like ice and snow cast into a furnace. It instantly disintegrated and scattered, turning into the most basic particles before completely vanishing into chaos!

Only the Pure Yang Sword remained. Having lost its master's control, the crimson glow upon its blade rapidly dimmed. Like duckweed without roots, it drifted and tumbled helplessly through the violent chaotic currents.

Almost at the same instant the clone was destroyed and the Pure Yang Sword drifted away.

Space rippled faintly at the border between chaos and the Primordial World, not far from where Kong Xuan's true body was concealed.

Two figures emerged from within it.

They were none other than Zhun Ti and Jie Yin.

They looked travel-worn, their faces bearing the fatigue of a long journey, yet their eyes were unusually bright and eager.

The moment Zhun Ti steadied himself, he could not help but say, "Senior Brother, our Western Lands are barren in spiritual qi, and living beings there are withered and desolate. It is truly a land of hardship!"

"Hongjun Sage's preaching is a great opportunity not seen in ten thousand ages. It concerns the future fortune of our West. We absolutely cannot miss it!"

Upon hearing this, Jie Yin's already sorrowful expression grew even more pained. He nodded deeply in agreement.

A faint golden Buddhist radiance spread around him, attempting to ward off the erosion at chaos's edge.

"What Junior Brother says is very true."

"This is the chance for our West to flourish. Even if chaos is fraught with immense danger, we must still give it everything we have, seek the true transmission of the Great Dao, and relieve the suffering of the countless living beings of the West."

His gaze toward chaos was filled with a heavy sense of mission.

After the two swiftly exchanged their thoughts, they hesitated no longer.

Buddhist radiance and Dao rhythms flowed around them. Their protective divine light intensified as they stepped into that heart-palpitating land of chaos, seeking Zixiao Palace.