"What is it? Are you planning to reward me?" Chu Feng asked Hongjun with a grin.
"I'm preparing to move my Dao Palace to Purple Cloud Palace. Do you want to come with me?"
Though Hongjun's expression was calm, she exuded an air of transcendence.
Saints were untouched by karma. So long as the Heavenly Dao endured, saints would not die and would remain unscathed through countless calamities.
The Hongjun who had become a saint was utterly different in temperament from the Hongjun she had been before becoming one.
"Sure. You know I like living off women, so you'd better look after me!" Chu Feng said with a foolish chuckle.
"Pfft."
Hongjun curled her lips into a smile and rolled her eyes at Chu Feng. "That's all the ambition you have."
Seeing her reaction, Chu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Hongjun's personality had not changed much.
"Hey, there's nothing shameful about living off women, especially a stunning beauty like you."
Chu Feng spread his hands, utterly unconcerned. He saw things clearly.
Before transmigrating, he had wanted to cling to a rich woman's beautiful legs. Now, his wish had finally come true.
Hongjun's smile faded. "Mm. Then get yourself ready and come to Purple Cloud Palace with me."
Chu Feng agreed, "Alright. When the time comes, arrange some high-ranking position for me."
"We'll discuss that later," Hongjun said indifferently.
Afterward, Chu Feng and Hongjun headed for Purple Cloud Palace.
At the same time, at Buzhou Mountain, within the Witch Clan's territory.
"Just as Fellow Daoist Chu said, we were formed from Father God's essence blood. We cultivate the body and command the laws—why should we listen to her expound that vague and illusory Dao?" Zhurong sneered disdainfully.
"That's right. We trust only our own fists!"
The other witches all chimed in.
Now that they knew about the calamity, they naturally would not go to Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao.
"Fellow Daoist Chu will probably go and join in such a grand event. We can go take a look too. At worst, we won't fight over the meditation cushions," Zhujiuyin suggested.
"Yes, yes, Second Sister is right! Maybe we can snatch some treasures for ourselves," Zhurong shouted at the top of her lungs.
The witches' eyes immediately lit up. After discussing it, they decided to head to Purple Cloud Palace and join the excitement.
On Kunlun Mountain, three Dao Palaces stood arranged in a triangular formation.
Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian, the three brothers, emerged from seclusion at the same time. More accurately, they were three sisters.
Ever since something had gone wrong when the Three Pure Ones took form, they still addressed one another as brothers.
The good news was that, since Chu Feng was the only male living being in the entire prehistoric world, they had not been mocked by other beings.
The bad news was that people pointed and whispered about them calling themselves brothers.
"Though we are Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, we have no orthodoxy of our own. At the beginning of the Heavenly Dao, a saint has emerged. We should go," Taiqing Laozi said calmly, holding a fly-whisk.
"Elder Brother is right. A saint's exposition of the Dao is precisely our chance to verify what we have learned and comprehend the road ahead," Yuanshi said arrogantly.
"What Eldest Brother and Second Brother said is exactly right!"
Tongtian readily agreed. She valued relationships, so naturally she would not spoil her two elder brothers' mood.
The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus.
On Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi recovered from her shock. "I never expected Hongjun to become a saint so quickly."
Little did they know that the Heavenly Dao had accelerated the process, causing Hongjun's sainthood to arrive ten thousand years early.
After Chu Feng left, Nuwa and Fuxi had not been idle either. Relying on Chu Feng's exposition of the Dao and the spirit fruits he had left behind, both broke through to the perfected realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
Nuwa was even stronger. Her fate ordained her as one of the saints chosen by Heaven, and under the Heavenly Dao's protection, she had already reached the Half-step Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. She needed only one opportunity to attain the Dao as a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
Time was not counted in the prehistoric world. In the blink of an eye, the day of Hongjun's exposition of the Dao arrived.
Outside Purple Cloud Palace, Chaos Qi surged and raged.
A streak of immortal light tore through the void, while purple qi stretched thirty thousand miles. Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu arrived together.
Dong Wanggong wore a violet-gold crown and a nine-dragon robe. Had Chu Feng been present, he would certainly have been astonished by Dong Wanggong's appearance.
In modern terms, Dong Wanggong had a woman's body but a man's features.
Though she had taken form from the first wisp of pure yang essence, in this prehistoric world where the Law of Yang had completely vanished, her origin was incomplete, forcing her to take female form.
Dong Wanggong looked around. "This saint's exposition of the Dao is a tremendous opportunity. We are the first to come and receive the saint's teachings."
Xi Wangmu, standing beside her, lowered her phoenix eyes slightly. Her beauty was peerless, and she was somewhat displeased by Dong Wanggong's ostentation. "Fellow Daoist, before a saint's palace, it is better to quiet one's heart."
Dong Wanggong had only embarrassed herself. She snorted coldly, but said nothing more.
The moment her words fell, twelve figures tore through the chaos and arrived. They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After Chu Feng left, the twelve witches began cultivating madly. Nearly every one of them possessed the strength of a Half-step Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
It could be said that if the twelve witches joined forces, even a Half-step Hunyuan Grand Unity would meet a bitter end.
The moment they arrived, the immortal grandeur Dong Wanggong had worked to create was utterly scattered.
Zhurong was especially hot-tempered. Glancing at the pretentious Dong Wanggong, she bared her teeth in laughter. "Big Sister, look at that bird-person. Just because she has a crown on her head, she really thinks she's some Heavenly King? With that little strength of hers, she wouldn't even withstand a single punch from me."
"Zhurong, do not be rude."
Dijiang immediately rebuked her, though her gaze toward Dong Wanggong was equally filled with contempt.
They were proud. In their eyes, the prehistoric world had been created by Father God Pangu, and only they, Pangu's descendants, were its true masters.
Dong Wanggong's face turned livid with fury, spiritual power surging around her. Yet after sensing the Twelve Ancestral Witches' auras, she did not dare act out.
She was no fool. If they truly fought, she would be no match for any one Ancestral Witch, much less all twelve.
At that moment, a blood-red graceful figure flew over from nearby. It was Ancestor Minghe.
He stood upon the twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus and held the twin swords Yuantu and Abi. His eyes swept indifferently across everyone present.
He was solitary by nature and paid no attention to anyone. He simply found a corner and waited for Purple Cloud Palace to open.
Not long afterward, a rainbow bridge paved with Solar True Fire stretched out from the Endless Void. At the end of the bridge stood two graceful figures side by side.
The woman on the left wore a golden robe, her face imposing. It was as though billions of stars rose and perished within her eyes. She was Di Jun of the Demon Clan.
She was a born leader, and the majesty of one in a high position permeated her entire body.
The person beside Di Jun held an ancient great bell in her palm. She was Di Jun's younger sister, Donghuang Taiyi, who possessed the companion innate supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell.
"Those two feathered beasts!" Xuanming frowned, disgust lacing her voice.
After learning from Chu Feng how the Witch-Demon Calamity would end, they had no favorable impression of these two.
Of course, they did not dare lower their guard. Their desperate cultivation was also meant to increase their strength, lest they be killed by the two once the calamity began.
Di Jun's gaze fell first upon Dong Wanggong, and a cold smile curved her lips.
After sensing the witches' hostility, Donghuang Taiyi stepped forward. The Chaos Bell in her hand gave a hum, and terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"A bunch of brutes who cultivate no primordial spirit and understand not the course of Heaven—are you worthy of hearing a saint expound the Dao?" Donghuang Taiyi said coldly.
"What did you say, you mongrel Golden Crow! Say that again if you dare!" Zhurong flew into a rage, trembling with anger as she prepared to strike.
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