Hongjun Was Numb!

Outside the Primordial Chaos, within Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat upright upon a cloud bed.

Having just announced his presence to the Primordial World, his complexion was rosy and his breath deep and steady.

Thinking back on the past, even with his current saintly state of mind, he could not help feeling somewhat moved.

He had originally been nothing more than an earthworm in the Primordial Chaos, weak in strength.

During the Great Tribulation of Heaven Opening, though he had hidden in the rear, he was still split in two by Pangu's axe light.

He had no choice but to let his true spirit escape into the Primordial World, spending endless years restoring his primordial spirit and physical body.

Afterward, through various schemes, he successively defeated powerful innate demon gods such as Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, Ancestor Yin Yang, and Ancestor Qiankun.

Even the spatial demon god Yang Mei had been forced out of the Primordial World by him.

Only today had he, Hongjun, finally stood at the peak of the Primordial World, looking down upon all living beings!

After attaining the Heavenly Dao Saint position, his perception of the Primordial World's greater currents had become clearer than ever.

He vaguely sensed that a new heaven-and-earth tribulation was approaching, with the Witch Clan and Demon Clan as its protagonists.

At this thought, Hongjun activated the Creation Jade Plate and began deducing the specific circumstances of the Witch Clan and Demon Clan, intending to prepare for his coming arrangements.

However, moments later.

Hongjun's originally tranquil face creased slightly with a frown.

"Something's wrong!"

"Not just wrong—completely wrong!"

"Where's the Witch Clan?"

"Where did my huge Witch Clan go?"

Within his perception, only traces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' past activities remained in the Primordial World. As for the Witch Clan, not a single one could be found!

Hongjun's heart sank sharply. Ignoring everything else, he immediately poured in more mana and frantically activated the Creation Jade Plate, trying to peer into the heavenly secrets.

Several years later.

Hongjun's once-rosy complexion had turned utterly ashen.

He had rubbed the Creation Jade Plate in his hand until it was smoking.

His lips moved, and his voice came out dry:

"This is bad!"

"The Witch Clan... is really gone!"

Then Hongjun began rubbing the Creation Jade Plate again, deducing...

How he could set the greater currents back on the right track.

A thousand years passed leisurely, and Qin Xuan and Hou Tu appeared at the edge of the Primordial World.

Beyond the Primordial World lay the boundless Chaos Sea.

As far as the eye could see, countless remains and shattered bones floated amid the currents of Primordial Chaos.

There was no need to ask; most of them were seekers who had tried to cross the Primordial Chaos and travel to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao.

How could they have known that the "fated ones" Hongjun spoke of did not merely refer to fate?

Within the Chaos Sea, fierce astral winds raged. For those with shallow cultivation, a single gust could tear them apart.

Only Great Golden Immortals could pass through safely. Of course, Grand Yi Golden Immortals with powerful defensive treasures could barely withstand it as well.

Hou Tu gazed upon the scene before her. Even she, who had always been gentle, showed a trace of pity between her brows.

She recalled something Qin Xuan had casually said before:

"Since you're here, make peace with it!"

"Little brother probably meant that since they have come here, they should be buried here!" Wisdom shimmered in Hou Tu's eyes as she spoke with utter seriousness. "Yes, that must be it!"

She took a light breath, then extended both hands. Dense laws of earth surged from her palms like a tide.

In just moments, countless little earthen mounds appeared throughout the boundless Chaos Sea.

Having finished all this, she nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile on her lips as she turned to Qin Xuan.

"Brother Xuan, let's set off as well and head for Zixiao Palace."

Qin Xuan nodded blankly. He felt that Sister Hou Tu beside him seemed to be a little...

The two stepped into the Chaos Sea.

The howling, razor-sharp astral winds lashed against them like blades, yet they could not harm them in the slightest.

Another two thousand years passed.

Along the way, whenever Hou Tu saw floating corpses or bones, she would casually make a little earthen mound for them.

Over time, the entire Chaos Sea began to give off a strange air, looking exactly like a graveyard...

Yet during this process, Hou Tu's command over the laws of earth became increasingly refined. Without even realizing it, her cultivation naturally broke through to the late stage of the Great Golden Immortal realm!

On this day, Qin Xuan and Hou Tu finally arrived before Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, Zixiao Palace's gates remained tightly shut.

Many figures had already gathered outside. Every one of them possessed powerful, profound auras, clearly renowned great powers of the Primordial World.

It seemed that most of the future "three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace" had already arrived.

Qin Xuan swept his gaze around and immediately noticed the three figures closest to the gates.

The leader was an elderly man with a profound aura and an expression as calm as still water. His eyes were closed in meditation, as though nothing in the world concerned him.

The one in the middle had a majestic appearance, but an undisguisable arrogance lingered between his brows. Whenever his gaze swept over those around him, it carried faint contempt.

The last was a young man with sharply defined features. He looked somewhat excited, and his eyes brimmed with fighting intent.

"The Three Pure Ones..." Qin Xuan understood at once.

These three would become the Heavenly Dao Saints who ruled the Mystic Sect and shook the Primordial World. Unfortunately, they were also infamous as "plastic brothers."

In the Investiture of the Gods war, Tongtian's lineage would nearly be wiped out!

Of course, Taiqing and Yuanshi would not fare well either. In the end, all three brothers would be imprisoned in disguised form by Hongjun deep within the Primordial Chaos.

His gaze continued to move.

Although this was their first meeting, Qin Xuan still recognized quite a few future movers and shakers through memories from his previous life.

Kunpeng, with wings on his back.

Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi, chewing on Ginseng Fruit.

The brother and sister pair, Nüwa and Fuxi.

And those two, whose bodies faintly circulated the aura of Solar True Fire, their bearing tyrannical—who else could they be but Dijun and Taiyi?

According to the original plot, these brothers would become the Demon Emperors of the Demon Clan and ultimately perish together with the Witch Clan.

Now that the Witch Clan was gone, would the two still establish the Demon Clan?

A trace of curiosity flashed through Qin Xuan's mind.

As he pondered this, two exceptionally beautiful figures caught his attention.

The woman walking in front wore an elegant white dress. Her cheeks were slightly round, her skin fine and fair as jade, her figure tall, and her long legs straight and slender...

The woman following behind wore a green dress. She had a delicate oval face, crescent-shaped eyes and brows that radiated playfulness and liveliness, and a slender waist that seemed as though it could not withstand a single grasp...

Qin Xuan recognized at once that these two women were Xihe and Changxi of the Taiyin Star.

After all, they were the only sisters who could have come to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao.

Speaking of which, Xihe and Changxi would meet even more tragic ends.

Nüwa would use the Red Bridal Ball to establish the heavenly marriage, and both women would marry Demon Emperor Dijun. Yet during the Witch-Demon Tribulation, they would perish alongside Dijun.

Of the ten little Golden Crows, nine would die as well!

Dijun's wives...

In an instant, an inexplicable impulse surged within Qin Xuan's heart, as if some remarkable gene from his previous life had awakened...

At this moment, Changxi was idly playing with a lock of hair beside her cheek.

Suddenly, she sensed a gaze resting upon her, carrying a hint of indescribable aggression.

She instinctively turned her head, only to meet a pair of deep, spirited eyes.

Then a handsome face with sword-like brows, starry eyes, and sharply defined features entered her view.

At that moment, she could not help staring blankly!

Her crescent-shaped eyes blinked, as though tiny stars glittered within them.

Ever since taking human form, she had lived in seclusion with her sister. This was her first time leaving the Taiyin Star.

She had never imagined that such a handsome man existed in the world!

After a while, Changxi realized her lapse and hurriedly lowered her little head.

But soon, she could not resist secretly raising her eyelids again. Her gaze casually swept around the surroundings, yet it kept unconsciously drifting toward Qin Xuan.

I wonder who this man is! A trace of curiosity gradually arose in Changxi's heart.

Xihe, standing beside her, naturally noticed her younger sister's unusual behavior and followed her gaze.

Not far away stood a Daoist in black robes, tall and upright, with an extraordinary bearing and strikingly handsome features.

When it came to looks, Qin Xuan had them completely under control.

Just then, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Two exquisitely carved child attendants, one male and one female, stepped out. They were none other than the future rulers of the Heavenly Court, Haotian and Yaochi.

The child attendant's clear voice rang out:

"By the master's command, the three-thousand-year period has arrived. All fellow Daoists, please enter and listen to the lecture!"

Before the words had even faded.

Qin Xuan hurriedly called to Hou Tu and rushed through the gates, heading straight for the six meditation cushions at the front.