Hongjun is Numb!

Outside the Chaos, in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat upright on his cloud bed.

Having just announced to Primordial Chaos, his face was rosy and his breath was long and steady.

Looking back on the past, even with his current sage-like state of mind, he couldn't help but feel some emotion.

He was originally just a cricket in the Chaos, with weak strength.

During the Opening Heaven Tribulation, although he hid in the back, he was still split in half by Pangu's axe light.

He had no choice but to escape into Primordial Chaos with his true spirit, and it took him a long time to restore his primordial spirit and body.

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

He even forced the Space Demon God Yang Mei to leave Primordial Chaos.

Until today, he, Hongjun, finally stood at the peak of Primordial Chaos, overlooking all living beings!

After achieving the Heavenly Dao Saint position, his perception of the general trend of Primordial Chaos was clearer than ever before.

He vaguely sensed that a new Heaven and Earth Tribulation was about to arrive, and the protagonists were the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

Thinking of this, Hongjun activated the Creation Jade Plate and began to deduce the specific situation of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, wanting to prepare for the upcoming layout.

However, after a moment.

Hongjun's originally calm face furrowed slightly.

"Something's wrong!"

"Twelve out of ten points wrong!"

"Where's the Witch Clan?"

"Where's my big Witch Clan?"

In his perception, there were only traces of the twelve Ancestral Witches' activities in Primordial Chaos, but as for the Witch Clan, there wasn't a single one!

Hongjun's heart sank suddenly, and without caring about anything else, he immediately increased his magic power and frantically urged the Creation Jade Plate, trying to pry into the secrets of heaven.

Years later.

Hongjun's originally rosy face was now ashen.

The Creation Jade Plate in his hand was smoking.

His lips moved, his voice dry:

"It's bad!"

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

Then, Hongjun began to rub the Creation Jade Plate again, and began to deduce...

How to get the general trend back on track.

A thousand years passed quietly, and Qin Xuan and Hou Tu's figures appeared on the edge of the Primordial Chaos world.

Outside Primordial Chaos was the boundless Chaos Sea.

As far as the eye could see, countless wreckage and bones floated in the chaotic airflow.

Without asking, one would know that most of these were seekers who tried to cross the Chaos and go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

How could they know that the "affinity" in Hongjun's mouth was not as simple as fate!

In the Chaos Sea, the astral winds raged, and those with shallow cultivation could be torn apart by a single astral wind.

Only Great Golden Immortals could pass safely, and of course, Taiyi Golden Immortals with powerful defensive magic weapons could barely resist.

Hou Tu looked at the scene before her, and her usually gentle brows were tinged with a trace of unbearable feeling.

She remembered a sentence Qin Xuan had casually said before:

"Since we're here, let's settle down!"

"Little brother probably meant that since we're here, let's be buried here!" Hou Tu's eyes were filled with wisdom, with a bit of seriousness, "Yes, it must be like this!"

She took a light breath, and then stretched out her hands, and the thick laws of earth poured out from her palms like a tide.

In a moment, small mounds of earth appeared in the endless Chaos Sea.

After doing all this, she nodded in satisfaction, a shallow smile on her lips, and turned to look at Qin Xuan and said:

"Brother Xuan, let's set off for Zixiao Palace too."

Qin Xuan nodded blankly, he felt that the Hou Tu sister next to him seemed a bit...

The two stepped into the Chaos Sea.

The whistling and fierce astral winds slapped against their bodies like knives, but could not hurt them in the slightest.

Another two thousand years passed.

Along the way, Hou Tu would make a small mound of earth for any floating corpses she saw.

Over time, the entire Chaos Sea revealed a strange aura, looking exactly like a graveyard...

And in this process, Hou Tu became more and more comfortable with the use of the laws of earth, and her cultivation actually broke through to the late stage of Great Golden Immortal without her realizing it!

This day, Qin Xuan and Hou Tu finally arrived at the gates of Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, the gates of Zixiao Palace were tightly shut.

A considerable number of figures had already gathered before the gates, each radiating a powerful and ancient aura, clearly all prominent figures of Primordial Chaos.

It seemed that almost all of the future "Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace" had arrived.

Qin Xuan's gaze swept across the crowd, immediately noticing the three figures closest to the gate.

Leading them was an old man, his aura profound, his face serene, eyes closed in quiet meditation, as if nothing could disturb his peace.

The person in the middle possessed a dignified appearance, yet his brows hinted at an arrogance he couldn't quite conceal, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd with a hint of disdain.

The last was a young man with sharply defined features, his expression slightly excited, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"The Three Pure Ones..." Qin Xuan realized.

These three were the future masters of the Xuan Sect, Heavenly Dao Saints who would shake Primordial Chaos, but unfortunately, they were also known for their "plastic brotherhood."

In the Investiture of the Gods battle, Tongtian suffered the fate of having his lineage almost wiped out!

Of course, Taiqing and Yuanshi didn't fare much better; the three brothers were ultimately imprisoned in the depths of chaos by Hongjun in a disguised form.

His gaze continued to sweep over the crowd.

Although it was his first time seeing them, Qin Xuan, relying on his memories from his previous life, still recognized many of the future influential figures.

Kunpeng, with wings growing from his back.

Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi, hugging ginseng fruits and munching on them.

The siblings Nüwa and Fuxi.

And those two, their bodies faintly radiating the aura of the Sun True Fire, their presence domineering – who else could they be but Dijun and Taiyi?

According to the original plot, these two brothers would become the Demon Emperors of the Demon Clan, ultimately perishing together with the Witch Clan in the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

He wondered if they would still establish the Demon Clan now that the Witch Clan was gone.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Qin Xuan's mind.

Just as he was thinking this, two extremely beautiful figures caught his attention.

The woman walking in front wore a simple white dress, her cheeks slightly rounded, her skin as delicate and fair as jade, her figure tall, her long legs straight and slender...

The woman behind her wore a green dress, possessing a delicate oval face, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, revealing a playful spirit, her slender waist seemingly too delicate to bear a firm grip...

Qin Xuan recognized at a glance that these two women were Xihe and Changxi from the Taiyin Star.

After all, only they were sisters who would come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

Speaking of which, Xihe and Changxi's fates were even more tragic.

Nüwa used the Red Bridal Silk to certify a marriage decreed by the heavens, the two women marrying the Demon Emperor Dijun at the same time, only to perish together with Dijun in the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

Nine of their ten little Golden Crows even died!

Dijun's wives...

In an instant, Qin Xuan couldn't help but feel a strange impulse, as if some incredible gene from his previous life had awakened...

At this moment, Changxi was listlessly fiddling with the strands of hair beside her cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze fall upon her, carrying a somewhat indescribable sense of invasion.

She subconsciously turned her head and met a pair of deep, spirited eyes.

Then, a handsome face with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and sharply defined features came into view.

At that moment, she couldn't help but stare blankly!

Those crescent-shaped eyes blinked, as if sparkling with starlight.

She had been living in seclusion with her sister since she took form, and this was her first time leaving the Taiyin Star.

She had never imagined that there could be such a handsome man in the world!

After a moment, Changxi realized her gaffe and hurriedly lowered her head.

But soon, she couldn't help but secretly lift her eyelids, her gaze pretending to casually sweep around, but always unconsciously glancing in Qin Xuan's direction.

"I wonder what kind of deity this man is!" A hint of curiosity gradually arose in Changxi's heart.

Xihe, naturally, noticed her sister's abnormality and followed her gaze.

She saw not far away, standing a Xuan-robed Daoist, his figure tall and straight, his demeanor extraordinary, and his appearance extremely outstanding.

Regarding looks, Qin Xuan naturally had a firm grasp of them.

Just then, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

A boy and a girl, both with rosy cheeks and jade-like features, walked out, none other than Haotian and Yaochi, the future rulers of the Heavenly Court.

The boy's clear voice rang out:

"The Master has decreed that the three-thousand-year period has arrived, please enter and listen to the lecture, fellow Daoists!"

Before the words had faded away.

Qin Xuan hurriedly called out to Hou Tu and rushed into the gate, heading straight for the six futons at the very front.