Zixiao Palace opens, competing for cushions

"Zhurong, are you really going to start a war with my demon race here?" Di Jun snorted coldly.

"So what if we go to war?"

Zhurong shouted at the top of her lungs, looking like she would fight at the slightest disagreement.

The other witches behind her, though silent, exuded killing intent, standing in direct opposition to them.

"You're asking for death!"

Donghuang Taiyi roared in anger, and the Chaos Bell trembled violently. Di Jun's eyes flashed with murderous intent before she stopped Donghuang Taiyi.

She was still relatively calm. If they were to fight outside the Purple Firmament Palace today, regardless of the outcome, they would be at a disadvantage and might even anger the Saint who was about to preach.

At this critical moment, a auspicious cloud floated over from a distance and stopped between the two groups.

On the auspicious cloud stood two Daoists.

The one in front had a smiling face, wore a red Daoist robe, and exuded a peaceful aura. He was the well-known good old man of the Primordial World, Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Beside her was a woman with a solemn expression, holding the Book of Earth, Zhen Yuanzi.

"Oh my, Fellow Daoists, why the such great anger?"

As soon as Hongyun landed, she greeted both sides with a smile.

"Today is a great day for the Saint to preach. We are all here to seek the Great Dao, so we should value harmony."

She first smiled at Zhurong, "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, please calm down."

Then, she turned to Di Jun and Taiyi, her smile deepening, "Fellow Daoist Di Jun, Fellow Daoist Taiyi, will you do me, Hongyun, a favor? Fighting here might anger the Saint, and the loss would outweigh the gain."

Seeing that it was Hongyun, Zhurong snorted through her nose. Although she was reckless, she knew that Hongyun had excellent connections in the Primordial World.

Moreover, she had learned from Chu Feng that Hongyun was a pitiable child who was killed by Kunpeng for giving up his seat. Thinking of this, Zhurong suppressed her temper.

Seeing this, Di Jun immediately had a plan. Hongyun's appearance gave her a way out.

She didn't want to fight here in the first place. This way, she could save face and ease the atmosphere.

She glanced at Zhurong, then cupped her hands towards Hongyun, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun speaks wisely. We are here to listen to the Saint's Great Dao, not to bicker with these ignorant barbarians who don't understand the ways of heaven."

Saying this, her tone shifted, and she looked at Taiyi, "Little sister, put away the Chaos Bell. Don't let a small mistake lead to a great loss and offend the Saint."

Donghuang Taiyi had always obeyed her sister's words. She snorted coldly, the light of the Chaos Bell faded, and with a flick of her sleeve, she put it away.

Just then, a golden bridge of light spanned across the sky, and three graceful figures slowly flew over.

The woman in the lead was natural and effortless, the one in the middle had a majestic face, and the last one was carrying a long sword, her eyes sharp, and her sword intent soaring to the heavens. They were the Three Pure Ones.

Not long after, auspicious clouds swirled, and Nuwa and Fuxi also arrived together.

Nuwa was peerlessly beautiful, exuding an endless aura of creation. Fuxi held the Bagua in her hand, which flowed with light, and her expression was gentle. After they arrived, they stood quietly to the side.

Soon, a large number of the most powerful beings in the Primordial World gathered outside the Purple Heaven Palace, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the palace.

Just then, the tightly closed palace doors slowly opened.

Everyone's expression became solemn, knowing that the Saint's Dao Field had opened.

Di Jun's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she transmitted her voice to Taiyi, "Little sister, let's go! Let's go and pay our respects to the Saint."

Before she finished speaking, she and Taiyi transformed into two golden rainbows and rushed into the palace gate first.

At the same time, the Three Pure Ones, almost without any delay, stepped forward and appeared before the palace gate. The Twelve Ancestral Witches roared and followed closely behind.

For a time, the great powers of all factions displayed their unique abilities and rushed towards the Purple Heavens Palace.

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, the three thousand great powers each found a place and sat down cross-legged.

However, everyone's eyes were fixed on the six cushions at the front.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Chu's words were not false."

Dijiang glanced coldly at the six cushions, a disdainful sneer curling up the corners of her lips.

Zhurong behind her, who had the hottest temper, merely snorted and shifted her gaze away.

The other Ancestral Witches, Qiangliang, Jumang, Gonggong, Houtu, and others, also glanced at them and then stopped making any moves.

Their unusual behavior attracted the attention of the surrounding great powers. The Witch Clan's disrespect for heaven and earth, their worship of Pangu, and their overbearing and arrogant nature had long been known throughout the Primordial World.

Logically speaking, they should have been the first to rush forward and seize such a great opportunity. Why were they so quiet today?

Not far away, Nuwa and Fuxi stood quietly.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes rippled with light as she glanced at the six cushions, then gently shook her head. Fuxi also glanced at them indifferently and made no move to compete.

Both the Twelve Witches and Nuwa and Fuxi had Chu Feng's warning echoing in their minds.

"The Saint Position is a shackle of the Heavenly Dao. Once you sit on it, although your Primordial Spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao and seems immortal, you are actually controlled by the Heavenly Dao."

While everyone was still hesitating, three streams of pure Qi shot up into the sky.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian took a step forward and were already seated.

Laozi occupied the first cushion, Yuanshi the second, and Tongtian Sect Master the third.

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi forcefully cleared a path through the crowd and sent Hongyun to the fourth cushion.

Old Ancestor Hongyun nodded gratefully to Zhen Yuanzi and sat down.

Suddenly, a black shadow, as fast as lightning, occupied the fifth cushion before anyone could react. It was Kunpeng!

The sixth cushion was obtained by Di Jun.

Just then, at the entrance of the Purple Heaven Palace, two disheveled figures stumbled in.

"Wuwuwu~ My sister and I, from the barren Western lands, traveled over mountains and rivers, enduring endless hardships, only to finally reach the Saint's Dao Field.

We came solely to seek a sliver of the Great Dao's true meaning, never expecting there to be no place for us!"

The newcomers were Jieyin and Zhunti from the West.

Jieyin's face was filled with suffering, and Zhunti's face was anxious. They acted in concert with Jieyin, beating their chests and stomping their feet.

As the two began to speak, many kind-hearted great beings showed sympathy.

However, a cold smile flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

Donghuang Taiyi's lips curled slightly, and she whispered, "Crying and whimpering, truly beneath them."

Yuanshi's brows furrowed. In her opinion, such behavior, disregarding one's status and publicly playing the victim, was a complete disgrace to the innate divine beings.

If Chu Feng were here, he would surely scoff, "As expected of the shameless duo from the West, even after becoming women, they're still so shameless..."

Jieyin's crying grew louder. Her gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Old Ancestor Hongyun.

"Fellow Daoist, I see you have a kind and benevolent face, and are blessed with deep virtue. Billions of beings in my West are still struggling in the sea of suffering.

My sister and I have come not for ourselves, but solely to seek a glimmer of hope for those Western beings!

You hold a high position, could you show mercy and yield your spot to us sisters?" Jieyin said to Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Zhunti immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply to Old Ancestor Hongyun, her words earnest, tears streaming down her face.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Moral blackmail, blatant moral blackmail!

Old Ancestor Hongyun was already a kind-hearted person. After Zhunti's words, her face immediately turned red, and she became restless.

She looked at the pitifully crying Jieyin, then at the complex expressions of the great beings around her, and for a moment, she was at a loss for what to do