Hongjun: Being the Dao Ancestor Is So Hard!

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Tongtian casually tossed Yuanshi, who looked like a human stick, onto the ground. Then, supporting the bruised and swollen Taiqing, he finally cupped his hands to Hongjun in salute.

"Gree... ting... Dao... Anc..."

Taiqing's cheeks were swollen terribly high, and his lips could barely part. He mumbled a few indistinct syllables that sounded somewhat like "Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

"Wuh... wuh... wuh... wuh..."

Yuanshi lay there like a puddle of mud, making it impossible to tell whether he was sobbing or trying to speak.

Hongjun looked at the miserable state of the two, especially Yuanshi, who had been bound up like a dead dog, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He sighed softly before speaking slowly.

"This matter has reached its conclusion. Qin Xuan will not trouble you over it again, and you must not provoke him again in the future."

Tongtian was full of doubts, but he ultimately could not help asking.

"Dao Ancestor, just what cultivation does Qin Xuan possess? Why was Yuanshi, a Quasi-Sage, like a toy in his hands, completely unable to resist?"

Everything that had happened outside Zixiao Palace had been too shocking, utterly overturning his understanding of power.

Hongjun's gaze was distant as it settled on Tongtian, and he spoke slowly.

"Qin Xuan was transformed from Pangu's essence blood. He was born with laws within him and follows the path of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal."

He paused briefly, his tone turning solemn.

"However, now that the Great Dao has withdrawn, the path of proving the Dao through laws is no longer smooth. His cultivation progress in the future will likely be exceptionally slow."

Hearing this, Tongtian's doubts only deepened, and he was about to ask another question.

But Hongjun merely flicked his sleeve and said calmly.

"Go. Wait peacefully for the third sermon."

Before his words had even faded, the three of them felt their vision blur and found themselves sent out of Zixiao Palace.

Tongtian could only temporarily suppress the countless doubts in his heart. Carrying Yuanshi over his shoulder and supporting Taiqing, he headed straight toward Kunlun Mountain.

Along the way, his mind was a mess.

Whether it was Qin Xuan's unimaginable strength or the Dao Ancestor's ambiguous words, neither made any sense to him no matter how hard he thought.

Gradually, a thought took root in Tongtian's heart and could no longer be driven away.

Can my sword prove the Dao?

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun sat before a chessboard, beginning to arrange the future course of the Primordial World.

Buzhou Mountain had to fall!

Without the protection of Pangu's will.

It would be much easier to manipulate and control Qin Xuan's group of Ancestral Witches, as well as the Three Pure Ones.

Wait! The Cosmos Cauldron!

The expression on Hongjun's face instantly froze.

He suddenly remembered that after Buzhou Mountain collapsed and the pillar of heaven broke, he would need to refine Heaven-Mending Stones to repair the heavens.

And the Cosmos Cauldron, the treasure needed to refine the Heaven-Mending Stones.

Had been swindled away by Qin Xuan...

And there was also the Taiji Diagram, which he had originally intended to give Taiqing in the future to suppress his sect's fortune.

That had also been swindled away by Qin Xuan...

What was he supposed to give Taiqing in the future?!

Not only that, because of Qin Xuan, Zhurong had exposed the flaws in the Three Corpses method.

To smooth over that matter, even a portion of his Primordial Spirit had been taken by the Heavenly Dao.

And the Witch Clan was gone...

The Witch-Demon Tribulation was completely impossible now.

To start another tribulation, he had no choice but to support Duke Dong and Queen Mother of the West.

For that, he had invested a full ten Innate Spiritual Treasures!

And judging from the current situation, Duke Dong and Queen Mother of the West simply could not contend against the Demon Clan anytime soon.

He would have to continue investing resources, continue supporting them, and even personally plan and arrange matters for them...

For a moment.

Hongjun's mind went blank.

He was completely numb.

It seemed.

Ever since Qin Xuan had appeared, everything had changed!!

The next moment.

Hongjun felt his blood and qi surge, and a trace of sweetness rose in his throat.

He suppressed the churning sensation and stared blankly into the void. Feeling somewhat exhausted, he muttered.

"Being this Dao Ancestor... is so hard!!"

Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Temple.

Zhurong's arm had already regrown.

At the moment, he was lying comfortably in a rocking chair custom-made by Qin Xuan, one leg crossed over the other. He played with the Jade Ruyi he had snatched back in his left hand while holding the Cosmos Cauldron in his right.

The Ancestral Witches surrounded him, fussing over him and asking how he felt and whether he was uncomfortable anywhere.

For a time, Zhurong looked incredibly pleased with himself, his face full of smugness and the corners of his mouth raised high.

Normally, with his careless and cocky attitude, Xuan Ming would have long since punched him until his face was bruised and swollen.

Yet strangely, Xuan Ming only rolled her eyes at him this time and did not strike him.

As for Hou Tu, ever since returning from Zixiao Palace, she seemed to have changed considerably.

She often sat alone in silence, lost in thought. The gentle, water-like temperament she once possessed now seemed to carry a faint, barely perceptible sharpness.

Qin Xuan walked over to Hou Tu and said softly.

"Sister Hou Tu, it's all over now. Don't overthink it."

Hou Tu gently shook her head. There was a hint of complexity in the way she looked at Qin Xuan as she said.

"It's nothing, Little Xuan. I'm fine. It's just... I want to cultivate."

Without another word, she walked directly between the pool of Three Lights Divine Water and the pool of Chaos Spirit Liquid, then sat down cross-legged.

This time, Yuanshi had captured her and used her as a tool to threaten her brothers. Zhurong had even risked his life to save her.

That helplessness and guilt weighed on her heart like a massive boulder, leaving her unable to breathe.

She no longer wanted to be only the younger sister carefully protected by all her brothers.

She wanted to cultivate.

She wanted to become stronger!

She wanted to repair her Primordial Spirit!

Hou Tu began slowly guiding the Three Lights Divine Water and Chaos Spirit Liquid toward the imprint of her Primordial Spirit.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan did not say anything more.

He knew that this incident had dealt Hou Tu a severe blow.

Then he looked at Zhurong's rather punchable smug expression and smiled faintly, his heart filled with warmth.

He had already learned from his other brothers that when Yuanshi had forced him toward death, Zhurong had even been willing to die in his place.

This was a brother worth having!

As for the Cosmos Cauldron, Qin Xuan also understood that anything Hongjun had voluntarily given away probably did not come with good intentions.

Besides, how could such a heaven-defying feat as turning the acquired into the innate possibly come without a price?

So he simply handed it over to Zhurong and let him tinker with it.

Looking at the Cosmos Cauldron, Qin Xuan could not help recalling the event in the Witch-Demon Tribulation that had dealt the Witch Clan a devastating blow.

In the original storyline, under the influence of the tribulation, Gonggong angrily went crashing into Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain collapsed, the heavens tilted northwest, and the earth sank southeast. Countless living beings perished as a result.

The boundless Karma wore away the Merits of Creation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Pangu's will completely dissipated as well.

In the end, eleven Ancestral Witches died in battle, and the Witch Clan was nearly exterminated.

Preparations had to be made in advance!

His gaze shifted to the Taiji Diagram in his hand.

After Pangu opened the heavens, the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe split into three.

Its blade became the Pangu Banner, peerless in offense and capable of tearing apart Primordial Chaos and recreating earth, water, wind, and fire.

Its handle became the Chaos Bell, capable of imprisoning time and suppressing space.

And this Taiji Diagram was formed from the back of the axe. It used the two energies of yin and yang to stabilize earth, fire, water, and wind. Its defense was unmatched, capable of neutralizing all attacks.

An idea immediately formed in Qin Xuan's mind.

Could he use this Taiji Diagram as the foundation to protect Buzhou Mountain?

Even Hongjun could not bear the Karma of toppling the pillar of heaven.

He could only rely on someone else's hand to carry out his scheme.

When the time came, no matter who came.

Even if that person were stubborn enough to ram their head into it, could they really smash apart the Taiji Diagram formed from the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe?

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.

Qin Xuan slowly fell into deep thought...

How should he use the Taiji Diagram to protect Buzhou Mountain?

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