The Third Sermon

Buzhou Mountain, Ancestral Witch Hall.

Twelve figures, exuding murderous aura and possessing formidable physical strength.

Nuwa had long, flowing hair, a slender figure, and unparalleled beauty.

Fuxi, holding an ancient zither, possessed a gentle yet playful and elegant demeanor.

Zhen Yuanzi had a gentle demeanor and held a whisk in her hand, while Hong Yun beside her had a cheerful expression.

The last woman, dressed in a green dress, had a beautiful face and an aura of swordsmanship that soared to the heavens; she was none other than Tongtian.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, Hongjun's Third Sermon is about to begin. Why have you gathered us here?" Zhujiuyin inquired.

Chu Feng's gaze swept across the crowd, and he slowly spoke, "Everyone, the purpose of this trip to the Purple Heavens Palace is firstly to hear the Dao, but more importantly, there is a second purpose."

He paused, looking at the puzzled gazes of the crowd, and continued, "Hongjun's Third Sermon was about the Way of the Sage. After the sermon, there will be a distribution of treasures."

Behind the Purple Heavens Palace lies a Treasure Distribution Cliff, where countless Innate Spiritual Treasure collected by Hongjun are hidden.

"Treasure Distribution Cliff?"

Zhurong Rong asked in a deep, muffled voice, "Fellow Daoist Chu, how do you know all this so clearly?"

Chu Feng smiled slightly and said, "Not only do I know that there is a treasure cliff, but I also know that this time the division of treasure will determine the future pattern of the ancient world. Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are very ambitious. If they get the treasure, things may change in the ancient world."

Chu Feng spoke eloquently, telling everyone that after the Third Sermon, the Primordial World would enter the era of sages, with various forces rising up, and the Witch-Demon War would officially begin.

Upon hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces instantly darkened, and their murderous aura almost solidified.

Chu Feng then looked at Tongtian: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you are upright and hate evil, but your two elder brothers, one advocates non-action and the other advocates following the will of the Chan Sect. Their future philosophies will inevitably diverge."

Without a sufficiently powerful spiritual treasure to protect you, you might face disaster. It would be better to prepare in advance and perhaps seize more spiritual treasures for your future disciples."

Chu Feng did not inform Li Jiao about this, in order to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

In his view, it wasn't a big problem. Tongtian was different now; she had a good relationship with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Nuwa, Fuxi also frequently discussed Daoism with Tongtian.

She is no longer alone, and even if she establishes the Interception Sect in the future, she will not be in a passive position.

Upon hearing Tongtian, Tongtian's eyes flashed with a sharp light; Chu Feng's words had struck a chord with her.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you are facing Tribulation of Killing. In case of unforeseen circumstances in the future, you also need a protective treasure to safeguard yourself," Chu Feng said.

Although Fuxi is currently stationed at Buzhou Mountain and frequently visits the territory of the Witch Clan, no one can guarantee what will happen during the Great Tribulation.

Although he had revealed the Great Tribulation, Chu Feng dared not say that he could completely change Fuxi's fate; he could only try his best to avoid it.

Whether Heaven's will is good or bad, one cannot know for sure, and one fears that Heaven will set things right.

Then, Chu Feng glanced at Hong Yun: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you are kind-hearted, but the Primordial World is treacherous. Without sufficient strength, kindness is a path to death."

"Besides, your Tribulation of Killing is imminent, so it wouldn't hurt to acquire more protective spiritual treasures for self-defense," Chu Feng said meaningfully.

Now, the only thing missing for him to achieve the Primordial Chaos Realm is Hong Yun. As long as she safely survives the Tribulation of Killing, he can complete the system mission and achieve the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

Chu Feng's words successfully persuaded everyone.

They were all top-tier beings in the Primordial World, possessing extraordinary wisdom, and instantly understood the stakes involved.

"Good! Fellow Chu Feng is absolutely right. Our Witch Clan is determined to go to this Treasure Distribution Cliff!" Dijiang was the first to react abnormally.

"Good!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, reaching a consensus.

Purple Heavens Palace.

A commotion arose from the chaos ahead, as thousands of streams of light converged from all directions and stopped in front of the Purple Heavens Palace.

Three thousand mortals, the most powerful beings in the Primordial World, all gathered together.

At the very front of the crowd, two figures stood out the most.

One of them was dressed in a long golden dress, wearing an imperial crown, and had a majestic face. He was none other than the Demon Emperor Di Jun, and next to him was Donghuang Taiyi.

Beside them, Kunpeng stared coldly at Hong Yun beside Chu Feng, making no attempt to conceal his killing intent.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's gazes swept over as well, and when they landed on Hong Yun, they were equally cold.

Hong Yun felt the murderous gaze, her face paled slightly, she snorted coldly, and said nothing more.

In the past, she might have felt guilty and backed down, but now that Chu Feng, Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were standing beside her, she felt much more confident.

Chu Feng often told them that having more friends meant having more options, but the Primordial World was dangerous, so they should be careful when making friends.

Chu Feng saw this and understood that Hong Yun's Tribulation of Killing was probably not far off.

However, now that I've intervened, I will never let this tragedy repeat itself.

"Boom!"

The gates of the Purple Heavens Palace slowly opened.

All the powerful beings were invigorated, disregarding their personal grudges, and transformed into streams of light, surging into the palace gates.

Inside the Purple Heavens Palace, the space was boundless, like a small world.

Everyone sat down in their usual places, and Chu Feng also went to his previous spot to wait quietly.

After two sermons, all three thousand powerful beings recognized Chu Feng. Although they had some guesses about his identity, they dared not offend him.

After all, Chu Feng sat next to Hongjun during both sermons; who would dare to object?

Just then, the sage's aura descended, and Hongjun arrived.

With a flick of her sleeve, she placed a golden futon beside her, gesturing for Chu Feng to sit down.

A moment later.

Hongjun glanced at them indifferently, "You are all seated. The sermon shall begin."

"This is the Third Sermon. The content to be taught today is the Way of the Sage," Hongjun said calmly.

"The Way of the Sage!"

These four words resounded like thunder within the primordial spirits of the three thousand powerful beings.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes blazing with unprecedented fervor.

Become a saint!

This is their lifelong pursuit, and the ultimate dream of all living beings in the Primordial World.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Hongjun said no more and began to speak formally.

"A sage's primordial spirit resides in the Heavenly Dao, enduring through countless eons, immortal and indestructible..."

As Hongjun began his sermon, extraordinary phenomena appeared throughout the Purple Heavens Palace in an instant.

The Great Dao Mantra transformed into golden runes that danced in the air, sometimes appearing as a blue dragon, sometimes as a phoenix, mysterious and wondrous beyond words.

Everyone listened with rapt attention, not daring to miss a single detail.

In the Primordial World, years were immeasurable, and time was worthless.

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As the last Daoist voice faded, all the strange phenomena vanished, and everyone slowly awoke, their faces filled with satisfaction, as if they were still savoring the experience.

When everyone looked up, Hongjun's figure seemed even more mysterious, and the faint pressure he exuded far surpassed that of his last sermon.

Hongjun glanced at the crowd indifferently and slowly spoke, "This is the last time I will preach. After this sermon, I will Unification with the Heavenly Dao. From this day forward, the Heavenly Dao will be Hongjun, Hongjun will not be the Heavenly Dao."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Purple Heavens Palace, and even the entire Primordial World, trembled.

Chu Feng was startled. Had the Third Sermon ended?

What became of Hongjun afterward?

Did the Heavenly Dao devour her and turn her into its puppet?

Or did she ultimately devour the Heavenly Dao after merging with it?

Or perhaps... she truly aligned herself with the will of Heaven?