The Third Preaching Begins! Hongjun Appoints Houtu as the Main Speaker!
Kunpeng's "Supreme Sky Dome" completely overturned all the bigwigs present's imagination of the word "travel" with an undeniable force.
This is no longer about rushing.
This is a mobile extravaganza that combines speed, luxury, scenic views, and enjoyment.
Lin Shen was the first to be completely won over.
He would doodle on the huge Panoramic Skylight like a little gecko, adding a comical smiley face to a meteorite that brushed past him.
A moment later, he ran to the Xuanbing bar, picked up a glass of "Innate Grape Juice" that was steaming with a hint of cold air, and gulped it down until his little belly was round.
He even touched an inconspicuous button next to the seat, and driven by curiosity, pressed it hard.
Buzz--
The chair silently extended and transformed, instantly becoming a small bed covered with cloud-like bedding.
The melody he knew best—the instrumental version of "The Most Dazzling National Style" for Square Dance —was playing by his bedside.
Wow! That big bird is amazing!
Lin Shen rolled over comfortably on the small bed, using all his strength to utter his most heartfelt praise.
"From now on, Lin Shen will always ride on Grandpa Kunpeng's big bird when he goes out!"
These words were amplified by the spaceship's Sound Amplification Array and delivered to the ears of every passenger without a single mistake.
Inside the cockpit, the Old Ancestor Kunpeng, who was piloting the spaceship with his Sage primordial spirit, trembled violently.
That wasn't just bumpy, that was exhilarating!
It's done!
His path as a "Travel Sage" received the personal endorsement of the "Tao" itself at this moment!
He could almost see his "Supreme Sky Dome" traversing the Three Realms of the Primordial World, becoming the preferred travel destination for all living beings.
Dragon and phoenix pulling a chariot? Sage clouds?
Compared to his interstellar spaceship, they were nothing but smoky, primitive dummy things!
The other passengers had varying expressions and were lost in thought.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu's handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Compared to this thing, his "Sword Qi Rollercoaster" was like a hand-operated tractor on a country dirt road—useless except for making your butt hurt from the bumps.
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the burning desire deep in each other's eyes.
Their Western Pure Land is dazzling and impressive, but the problem is... it's too far away!
No! We must get this project started immediately when we get back!
We must build a "Golden Highway of Merit" that runs directly from the east to the west, and equip it with a luxurious shuttle bus with Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit plaques of merit!
On this silent battlefield, the intensity of involution has escalated once again.
The speed of the "Supreme Sky Dome" surpassed even the common sense of Sage.
It doesn't violently tear space apart, but rather follows the weakest lines of the Space Laws, like a fish entering water, making continuous leaps without any sense of stagnation.
Only half an incense stick's worth.
The spaceship hovered precisely in the Pangu Hall at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other eleven Ancestral Witch reluctantly disembarked from the spaceship. Before leaving, Zhurong loudly invited Kunpeng to come to the Pangu Hall sometime for a few cups of "Ancestral Shaman Blood Special Brew" and to discuss in depth the top-level technical problem of "how to efficiently link electric fans and generators".
A short while later, the spaceship arrived at the Western Spirit Mountain.
With faces full of gratitude, Jieyin and Zhunti insisted on giving Kunpeng a "Western Pure Land Gold VIP Lifetime Access Card," solemnly promising that next time Kunpeng brought his friends to visit, all activities would be free, and they would also give him a limited edition Golden Lotus Cushion of Merit.
The last Minghe has been sent away.
After a smooth and precise deceleration, the spaceship came to a stop precisely in front of the gate of the Jade Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain.
A gathering of powerful figures, initiated at the Primordial Establishment of Reincarnation, has now come to an end.
But the aftershocks it stirred up a raging storm in the hearts of every bigwig.
Hongjun Daozu, carrying Lin Shen who was already tired from playing and was fast asleep while clutching an empty juice cup, stepped out of the cabin.
He looked at the disciples before him, whose expressions shifted and whose eyes gleamed, and a cryptic smile curved his lips.
"You have all witnessed what happened today."
Hongjun's voice was calm and even, yet every word clearly resonated within the Sage's Heart.
"The Primordial Establishment of Reincarnation, the Netherworld was finally settled. This was the inevitable course of the Primordial World evolution and the key to the Completion of the Heavenly Dao."
His gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Kunpeng with a measured intensity.
"However, although reincarnation exists, its principles are not yet clear. Sentient beings only know that reincarnation exists, but do not know what reincarnation is. If this continues, I fear it will lead to disaster."
Upon hearing this, all the saints were filled with solemnity.
Now for the important business.
"Three thousand years later, I, a humble Daoist, wish to begin my Third Preaching on the shores of the Netherworld Sea of Blood."
Hongjun dropped a real bombshell.
"Sermon?"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes lit up instantly; he felt that his "Play Sage" Dao had found a new purpose.
"Teacher, what are we going to talk about this time? Are we taking turns again? I recently figured out the 'Immortal Slaying Sword Formation Escape Room,' it's definitely a hundred times more thrilling than a roller coaster!"
Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes twitched violently, and he let out a cold snort.
"Nonsense! Preaching is about expounding the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, how solemn! How can it be confused with your playful and amusing tricks!"
"Hey, Second Brother, you've been outdone by Fellow Kunpeng. You can't even beat him in a game, and you still have the nerve to talk about solemnity here?"
"You!"
Just as the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and the Three Treasures Ruyi were about to start exchanging electric signals from a distance again, Hongjun raised his hand and suppressed all the agitation.
"This sermon is unlike any other."
Hongjun's tone carried an unprecedented solemnity.
"We do not discuss Immortal Dao or mystical arts."
"I'll only talk about one thing—reincarnation!"
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on that newly born Netherworld Underworld.
"I am not the main speaker in this sermon."
"I already have someone in Dao Heart on Main Speaker."
The hearts of all the Sage leaped into their throats.
Who?
Who is qualified to replace the Dao Ancestor and become the main speaker at the Third Preaching personally initiated by the Dao Ancestor?
Is it the Taiqing Saint, the senior disciple of the Daoist sect? Or the Yuanshi Tianzun Heaven-Explaining Great Dao? Or perhaps the unfathomable Empress Nuwa?
Everyone's gaze unconsciously shifted between the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.
However, Hongjun's gaze passed over all of them and finally settled on one.
The image is frozen on that figure who stood quietly from beginning to end, yet whose temperament had undergone a complete transformation.
Houtu.
"Houtu Daoist Houtu."
The way Hongjun was addressed carried a hint of respect, as if they were treating each other as equals.
"The Six Paths of Reincarnation is complete because of you. The Great Dao of Reincarnation is most in harmony with you."
"This Third Preaching will be given by you, to expound the secrets of life and death and the Principle of Reincarnation to all living beings in the Primordial World. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the world fell silent.
All the Sage stared intently at Houtu with eyes that looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Let an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan...
At the Dao Ancestor's grand sermon... to be the main speaker?!
This is simply trampling on all the rules that have existed since the World Creation, and crushing them several times over!
The Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, nor does it respect the Heavenly Dao. In the eyes of the Immortal Dao, they are no different from barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood.
Now, one of these barbarians actually wants to ascend the lecture platform of the Zixiao Palace and explain the supreme "Great Dao of Reincarnation" to them, the Heavenly Dao Sage, and to all living beings in the Primordial World?
If word gets out, what will become of their Immortal Dao as immortals?
The brows of the Yuanshi Tianzun were furrowed into a tight knot, and the oppressive aura of order emanating from him was almost boiling uncontrollably.
He took a step forward, about to speak.
However, Houtu simply stood there quietly, neither agreeing nor refusing immediately.
Her eyes, which held the gentleness and weight of the earth, gazed into Hongjun's arms.
I looked at the little guy who was sleeping soundly, with a string of glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
A pure, unadulterated smile bloomed on her face.
Then, she turned her head to face the Three Pure Ones and all the Sage with their incredulous gazes, and slowly, but with utmost solemnity, nodded.
"Can."
One word.
Yet it was as heavy as Mount Tai.
That was the supreme authority belonging to the Lord of the Underworld and the Controller of Reincarnation, which brooked no questioning.