The Frame-Up Was Complete, Arrival at Zixiao

The instant Zhun Ti and Jie Yin stepped into the chaos.

Kong Xuan, who had been hiding in the shadows and taking in everything, shot a sharp gleam from his eyes.

The time has come!

With a thought, Kong Xuan controlled the Pure Yang Sword.

The Pure Yang Sword he had deliberately placed not far from the path Zhun Ti and Jie Yin had to take seemed to be fiercely shoved forward by an invisible hand.

It appeared right within their line of sight just as they entered the chaos!

Its crimson blade stood out with exceptional clarity against the dim gray backdrop of chaos.

Everything had fallen perfectly into place.

The moment Zhun Ti and Jie Yin entered, their gazes swept forward.

They saw the ancient sword floating amid the chaotic currents, emanating an aura of pure yang.

"Hmm?!"

Zhun Ti's eyes instantly widened, and the habitual sorrowful expression on his face was immediately replaced by immense delight.

He could scarcely believe his eyes.

Even Jie Yin's sorrowful face, usually as still as an ancient well, stiffened sharply, a flicker of disbelief flashing through his eyes.

"Senior Brother, look!"

Zhun Ti's voice trembled with wild joy as he pointed at the floating Pure Yang Sword ahead.

"Who would have thought it? Who would have thought that the moment we stepped into this perilous land of chaos, such a fortuitous opportunity would fall from the heavens?!"

He instinctively ignored the vague sight he seemed to have caught from the corner of his eye earlier—a distant Daoist figure instantly being annihilated by the gale winds.

The value of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure was simply too great, especially for the barren West.

Though Jie Yin was tempted as well, he was somewhat more composed than Zhun Ti.

His divine sense swept over the area around the Pure Yang Sword once more.

Apart from the violent chaotic currents, there was no other aura.

The sword floated there all alone, as if it had truly been born from chaos—or perhaps it had been left behind by some mighty expert unfortunate enough to perish here.

"Heaven is blessing our West. This treasure is destined to have an affinity with the West!"

After speaking, the two exchanged a glance and saw the greed and ecstatic delight in each other's eyes.

How could they still spare any thought for whether the sword's origins were suspicious?

Zhun Ti could not wait to raise a hand.

A gentle pulling force swept out, instantly drawing the ownerless Pure Yang Sword into his grasp.

The crimson blade was slightly heavy in his hand and contained incomparably pure power of pure yang.

"A fine sword, a fine treasure!"

Zhun Ti stroked the blade, unable to contain his delight.

Jie Yin nodded in satisfaction, and a rare trace of a smile appeared on his sorrowful face.

"Let us go, Junior Brother. Do not delay the time for listening to the Dao. With such a fortuitous opportunity, this journey has already begun perfectly."

As his words fell, the two swiftly headed deeper into the chaos, continuing their search for Zixiao Palace.

Before long, their figures too vanished into the rolling gray mist.

"Hmph!"

Only after confirming that Zhun Ti and Jie Yin had completely departed did Kong Xuan's true body slowly emerge from behind a chaotic boulder.

He gazed in the direction where the two had vanished, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"As expected of the shameless Sages of the West!"

"Kong Xuan admires you, truly admires you!"

"But you are carrying this black pot whether you like it or not!"

Thinking of Dongwang Gong's reaction when he saw Zhun Ti wielding the Pure Yang Sword in the future, a trace of satisfaction flashed through Kong Xuan's eyes.

Then Kong Xuan composed himself.

His gaze turned toward the vast, boundless land of chaos.

"Zixiao Palace..."

He murmured softly, his eyes becoming deep and resolute.

Hongjun's teachings expounded the path of the Heavenly Dao Sage.

But he, Kong Xuan, walked the Hunyuan path of proving the Dao through laws.

The two paths seemed different.

Yet when a Sage taught the Dao, the supreme principles of that Great Dao encompassed all things and expounded the foundations of heaven-and-earth laws.

They would surely provide immeasurable reference and inspiration for perfecting his own Great Dao.

"The Great Dao has three thousand paths; though the roads differ, they lead to the same destination. Such an opportunity cannot be missed."

Kong Xuan hesitated no longer. Seven-Colored Divine Light erupted around him, condensed and resplendent, transforming into an indestructible protective barrier.

It tightly enveloped his entire body.

Powerful Five Elements chaotic force and Yin-Yang Origin circulated without end, forcibly opening up a relatively stable space amid the violent chaotic currents.

"Go!"

Kong Xuan gave a clear shout.

His figure turned into a seven-colored rainbow. No longer concealing himself, he too charged without hesitation into the land of chaos that all beings of the Primordial World feared and revered.

His destination was likewise Zixiao Palace, located beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens within the land of chaos!

Within chaos, direction could not be discerned, nor could days be counted.

There was only eternal disorder and the occasional horrifying sight that flashed past.

Violent chaotic gale winds, like invisible colossal beasts, relentlessly battered Kong Xuan's Seven-Colored Divine Light barrier.

Every collision erupted with dazzling radiance and a muffled boom.

The divine light flowed and shifted, continuously brushing away and dissolving the destructive force that assailed it.

Relying on his powerful Primordial Spirit and physical body, Kong Xuan continually adjusted his direction within the chaos, following the faint guidance of Dao resonance emanating from Zixiao Palace somewhere in the unseen.

No one knew how long he traveled through the chaos.

Or how many perilous gale-wind currents he endured.

At last, an extraordinary sight appeared deep within the chaos ahead.

The outline of an ancient, grand palace radiating eternal Dao resonance flickered in and out amid the hazy chaotic qi.

The entire palace was a deep violet, as if condensed from the purest Primordial Purple Qi.

Upon its plaque, two ancient characters formed naturally by Dao resonance, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the Great Dao, could be clearly seen:

Zixiao.

The area around the palace was not empty.

One powerful figure after another had arrived before Kong Xuan.

Each occupied a stretch of the void, Dao resonance circulating around them, their auras deep and unfathomable.

Some sat with their eyes closed in meditation, some conversed in low voices, while others warily examined the newcomers.

Kong Xuan's gaze flashed like lightning as it swiftly swept across them.

The Three Pure Ones of Pangu, renowned throughout the Primordial World—Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

They sat cross-legged before the gates of Zixiao Palace, their auras ethereal and profound, faintly blending with the Dao.

The future sovereigns of the Demon Race, Di Jun and Taiyi, were also nearby.

At this moment, several Daluo great experts with formidable auras clustered around them.

Not only that—outside Zixiao Palace stood Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Minghe, Dongwang Gong, Queen Mother of the West, and many other innate mighty experts with surging auras.

Kong Xuan's arrival did not cause much of a stir.

Among the chaos, none who could reach this place were weak.

Most merely gave this unfamiliar Daoist, who possessed a powerful aura and bore Seven-Colored Divine Light, a casual glance before no longer paying him any attention.

Only a few, such as Di Jun and Taiyi, sensed the pure avian-origin aura upon Kong Xuan, and their eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

Just then.

Two familiar figures came forward from the crowd.

They were Nuwa and Fuxi.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, you have finally arrived. Chaos is perilous; my elder brother and I have been waiting here all along, deeply worried for you."

As she spoke, she looked Kong Xuan over from head to toe. Only after seeing that his aura was steady, his divine light restrained, and that he bore no injuries did she relax.

Fuxi stroked his beard and said, "It is good that you arrived safely, Fellow Daoist. It seems you have already settled that private matter?"

His gaze carried a trace of inquiry. Clearly, he was somewhat curious about Kong Xuan's earlier delay.

Upon seeing the two, Kong Xuan cupped his hands in return. "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoists. Though chaos is dangerous, I did not fail in my mission and arrived safely in the end. As for that minor private matter, it has naturally been resolved."

He answered Fuxi's question vaguely and did not elaborate.

"So this is Zixiao Palace... its grandeur truly encompasses countless wonders."

Then Kong Xuan's gaze returned to the majestic violet palace as he sensed the vast Dao resonance pervading the void.

Hearing this, Nuwa and Fuxi also put away their smiles, their expressions becoming solemn.

"Indeed!"

"Let us wait quietly here. The three-thousand-year period is drawing near; the Sage may appear to teach the Dao at any moment."

Naturally, Kong Xuan already knew this from their words.

"Good!"

Afterward, he said no more. Together with Nuwa and Fuxi, he found a relatively quiet corner and sat down cross-legged.