Gathering at Zixiao Palace

"What is it? Are you planning to reward me?" Chu Feng looked at Hongjun with a smile.

"I'm planning to move my Dao Field to Purple Heaven Palace, do you want to come along?"

Although Hongjun's expression was calm, she exuded an air of transcendence.

Saints were untouched by karma, the Heavenly Dao was eternal, Saints were immortal, and impervious to all tribulations.

After becoming a Saint, Hongjun's demeanor was like that of two different people compared to before.

"Sure, you know me, I like to rely on others for support. You'll have to look out for me!" Chu Feng chuckled foolishly.

"Pfft~"

Hongjun smiled, rolled her eyes at Chu Feng, and said, "That's all the ambition you have."

Seeing her expression, Chu Feng felt a sense of relief. Hongjun's personality hadn't changed much.

"Hey, relying on others isn't something to be ashamed of, especially relying on a beautiful woman like you."

Chu Feng shrugged, acting indifferent, as he saw things very clearly.

Before transmigrating, he had wanted to latch onto a rich woman, and now, he had achieved his wish.

Hongjun put away her smile. "Alright, then tidy yourself up and come with me to Purple霄 Palace."

Chu Feng agreed, "Okay, when we get there, arrange a high-ranking official position for me."

"We'll talk about that later," Hongjun said calmly.

Afterward, Chu Feng and Hongjun headed to Purple霄 Palace.

Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain, in the Witch Clan's territory.

"Just as Fellow Daoist Chu said, we are formed from the Father God's essence and blood, we cultivate our bodies and control laws. Why should we listen to his preachings of illusory Dao?" Zhurong sneered dismissively.

"Exactly, we only believe in our own fists!"

The other Witches echoed her sentiment.

Now that they knew about the Calamity, they naturally wouldn't go to Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Chu will likely go to this grand event to join the fun. We can go and watch too. At worst, we just won't fight for the futons," Zhujiuyin suggested.

"Yes, yes, Second Sister is right! Maybe we can even snatch some treasures," Zhurong shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, the Witches' eyes lit up. After some discussion, they decided to go to Purple Heaven Palace to join the excitement.

On Kunlun Mountain, three Dao Palaces were arranged in a triangular formation.

The Grand Pure One Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian, three brothers, also emerged from seclusion at the same time. To be precise, they were three sisters.

Ever since the Three Pure Ones' transformation went awry, they still referred to each other as brothers.

Good news: Because Chu Feng was the only male creature in the entire Primordial World, they were not mocked by other creatures.

Bad news: They referred to each other as brothers, which led to them being pointed at.

"Although we are Pangu's direct descendants, we have no orthodox lineage. At the beginning of the Heavenly Dao, Saints have appeared. We should go," The Grand Pure One Laozi said calmly, holding a whisk.

"Eldest Brother is right. The Saints preaching the Dao is precisely an opportunity for us to verify our own learning and understand our future path," Yuanshi said with an arrogant expression.

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, you are absolutely right!"

Tongtian repeatedly agreed. She valued relationships and naturally wouldn't dampen her two brothers' enthusiasm.

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances and immediately reached a consensus.

On Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi recovered from her shock. "I didn't expect Hongjun to become a Saint so quickly."

Little did they know, all of this was due to the Heavenly Dao accelerating the progress, causing Hongjun to become a Saint ten thousand years earlier.

After Chu Feng left, Nuwa and Fuxi were not idle. Relying on Chu Feng's teachings and the spiritual fruits he left behind, they both broke through to the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Nuwa was even stronger. Her destiny was to be one of the Saints ordained by heaven, protected by the Heavenly Dao. She was already a half-step Hunyuan Golden Immortal, only needing a catalyst to prove her Dao as a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

The Primordial World had no concept of time, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for Hongjun to preach the Dao.

Outside the Purple Heavens Palace, Chaos Qi raged and surged.

A ray of immortal light pierced the void, and purple energy spread for thirty thousand miles. Dong Wanggong and Xi Wangmu arrived together.

Dong Wanggong wore a purple-gold crown and a nine-dragon robe. If Chu Feng were present, he would have been astonished by Dong Wanggong's appearance.

In modern terms, Dong Wanggong had a female body with a male appearance.

Although she was formed from the first wisp of male essence Qi, in this Primordial World where the laws of Yang had completely disappeared, her origin was incomplete, forcing her to take on a female form.

Dong Wanggong looked around. "This preaching by a Saint is a great opportunity. We are the first to arrive to listen to the Saint's teachings."

Beside her, Xi Wangmu lowered her phoenix eyes, her beauty peerless. She was somewhat displeased with Dong Wanggong's ostentatiousness and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, in front of the Saint's palace, it is better to be serene."

Dong Wanggong felt awkward and snorted, but said no more.

As soon as she finished speaking, twelve figures tore through the chaos and arrived – the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After Chu Feng left, the Twelve Witches began to cultivate frantically. Basically, each of them possessed the strength of a half-step Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

It could be said that with the Twelve Witches working together, even a half-step Hunyuan Grand Unity would be defeated on the spot.

As soon as they arrived, the grand atmosphere created by Dong Wanggong was instantly shattered.

Zhurong, with her fiery temper, glanced at the pretentious Dong Wanggong and grinned, "Big Sister, look at that birdman. He thinks he's the King of Heaven just because he's wearing a crown? I don't think his strength is even enough to take one punch from me."

"Zhurong, that's disrespectful."

Dijiang immediately reprimanded her, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at Dong Wanggong.

They were arrogant. In their eyes, the Primordial World was created by Father God Pangu, and only they, as Pangu's descendants, were its true masters.

Dong Wanggong's face turned ashen with anger, his spiritual energy surging. Sensing the aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he dared not act.

She wasn't foolish. If a fight truly broke out, she would be no match for even one Ancestral Witch, let alone all twelve.

Just then, a blood-red silhouette flew over from not far away. It was Ancestor Minghe.

She stepped on the Twelve-Petal Karma Fire Red Lotus, wielding the Yuantu and Abi twin swords. Her eyes swept indifferently over everyone present.

She was aloof and ignored everyone, finding a corner for herself to await the opening of the Purple Firmament Palace.

Before long, a rainbow bridge paved with Solar True Fire extended from the endless void. At the end of the bridge stood two figures, side by side.

The one on the left, clad in a golden robe, had a majestic face. His eyes seemed to contain the birth and death of billions of stars. It was the demon race's Di Jun.

She was a natural leader, exuding an aura of authority.

Beside Di Jun stood her twin sister, holding an ancient great bell. It was Donghuang Taiyi, who possessed the companion innate supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell.

"It's those two flat-feathered beasts!" Xuanming's delicate brows furrowed, her tone laced with disgust.

After learning the outcome of the Witch-Demon Calamity from Chu Feng, they had a poor impression of these two.

Of course, they didn't dare to be careless. Their desperate cultivation was also to improve their strength, lest they be killed by them when the Calamity began.

Di Jun's gaze fell on Dong Wanggong first, a cold smile curving his lips.

Sensing the hostility of the witches, Donghuang Taiyi took a step forward. The Chaos Bell in her hand let out a hum, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"A bunch of barbarians who don't cultivate their Primordial Spirit or understand the Heavenly Dao, you think you're worthy of listening to a Saint preach?" Donghuang Taiyi's voice was icy.

"What did you say, you Golden Crow mongrel! Say that again if you dare!" Zhurong was furious, trembling with rage, and was about to attack.