The Preaching Tour Sets Off! Kunpeng the Driver Is in Position!

The voice was devoid of emotion and fluctuation, yet it seemed as if the very Dao itself was whispering in one's ear, its clear sound resounding throughout every corner of the Primordial World.

"The three-thousand-year period has arrived."

"The Third Preaching begins immediately."

"The Place of Preaching, the Netherworld Sea of Blood."

"The Main Speaker is Houtu."

The decree is concise and to the point.

The auspicious clouds and auspicious aura that soared into the Demon Race Heavenly Court seemed to be instantly extinguished by an invisible hand.

The ecstasy on the faces of all the demon gods froze, the surge of magical power from their breakthrough abruptly subsided, and they all looked up in unison towards the unchanging direction of the Purple Zixiao Palace.

The world was deathly silent.

The next moment, the entire Primordial World went mad!

"Let's go! To the Netherworld!"

The stone gate of the Jade Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain, where the Yuanshi Tianzun was in seclusion, suddenly exploded open.

Biyou Palace, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian soared into the sky, and the figure of the Tongtian Jiaozhu was even faster than the sword light!

"Big brother! Second Brother! Hurry! Shen'er is still with the demon race, don't let those Witch Clan barbarians kidnap him!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was so anxious he was jumping up and down, feeling like his newly grown, tender cabbage was about to be devoured by a bunch of muscular brutes.

"Nonsense! Houtu has already merged with the Dao of Earth and is a sacred being; how dare you fabricate such a story!"

Yuanshi Tianzun coldly rebuked, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet, yet his speed surpassed that of anyone else, and he stepped out of the Kunlun Mountain boundary in a single stride.

They say no, but their actions speak louder than anyone else's.

Taiqing Laozi remained as carefree as ever, merely flicking his whisk, and he arrived ahead of his two junior brothers, even faster than they had started.

The three Sages had just emerged from Kunlun and were about to display their supernatural powers.

"Buzz--"

A peculiar Daoist humming sound came from afar, unlike celestial music, but rather like the trembling sound of some kind of sophisticated magical artifact operating at high speed.

The void was torn apart by a brute force, and a silver streak of light pierced through the Chaos, cutting into reality at an incredible angle. The spatial ripples created by the ship's hull spread out like water, hovering precisely in front of the Three Pure Ones.

It was a gigantic silver treasure ship that blotted out the stars. Its hull had smooth lines and was engraved with a pattern of billions of stars. It was magnificent and filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The hatch slid open silently.

The Old Ancestor Kunpeng leaned out halfway, his face plastered with a perfectly measured obsequious smile, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Are the three Sages on their way to the Netherworld to listen to the Dao?"

He rubbed his hands together, speaking in a warm tone as if he were a close neighbor.

"My 'Supreme Sky Dome' is conveniently located along the way! It's been newly equipped with a 'Chaos Shock Absorption Array' and a 'Myriad Stars Panoramic Sky Screen,' guaranteeing a smooth journey and excellent visibility!"

"Most importantly!" Kunpeng lowered his voice, gestured towards the cabin with his lip, and looked mysterious.

"That Little Ancestor has already secured the best spot!"

The Three Pure Ones exchanged a glance and instantly understood.

What else can be said?

The three Sage withdrew their supernatural powers, their faces expressionless, and silently entered the treasure ship that clearly contained countless rare and precious materials.

As soon as the treasure boat started, its hull trembled slightly, about to leap into the depths of space.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

Two mournful golden beams of light forced their way out, almost grazing the protective array of the treasure ship, and blocked its path.

These are the Two Sages of the West, Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Kunpeng, my fellow disciple and I also wish to go to the Netherworld. I wonder if... you could do us a favor?" Zhunti's face was full of distress, as if he would immediately sacrifice himself to feed the Chaos Beast if Kunpeng did not agree.

Kunpeng's eye twitched.

It's those two guys again! Trying to freeload again!

Before he could think of a way to refuse, the Tongtian Jiaozhu inside the cabin had already roared impatiently.

"What are you dawdling for! Hurry up and get on! If you're any later, those barbarians will have taken all the good spots!"

Upon Jieyin and Zhunti, Jieyin and Zhunti were overjoyed. They transformed into two golden beams and darted into the cabin, repeatedly bowing to Kunpeng in gratitude.

The treasure ship started up again and just disappeared.

"Roar--!"

A domineering dragon roar, accompanied by a high-pitched and clear phoenix cry, and a deep, earth-shaking unicorn's howl, actually shook the treasure ship out of the spatial folds!

Three magnificent vessels, whose aura was in no way inferior to the "Supreme Sky Dome," surrounded Kunpeng's treasure ship in a triangular formation.

One is a blue Dragon Boat formed from the essence of ten thousand waters, another is a crimson Phoenix Chariot burning with the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, and the third is a heavy Kirin Cart built from the divine soil of Wuji.

Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, Primordial Kirin!

These three ancient overlords, who had almost disappeared since the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, have now appeared together.

"Kunpeng," the Ancestral Dragon's voice echoed in the Chaos, carrying an undeniable majesty, "I've heard that you've recently acquired a treasure ship. Would you be so kind as to allow us to broaden our horizons?"

Although the words were polite, the terrifying aura of those three Quasi-Saint had already firmly locked onto the treasure ship.

They were acting as if to say, "If you don't open the door, we'll dismantle your lousy ship."

Kunpeng's Dao Heart was bleeding.

He felt like he'd been ripped off completely on this job!

This isn't just soliciting passengers; it's clearly a mobile arsenal packed with top-tier figures from the Primordial World!

Just as Kunpeng was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, a line of small golden characters written with the power of the Great Dao of Taiqing appeared on the panoramic sky screen of the treasure ship, with flowing Daoist charm, ancient and natural.

[Passenger Information]

[Each person receives one Houtian Spiritual Treasure, or an equivalent rare gem.]

[Supports Divine Sense Transfer and Merit Deduction.]

[Private fights, foul language, and discussions about Second Martial Uncle's aesthetic tastes are strictly prohibited inside the vehicle.]

The last line was secretly drawn by the Tongtian Jiaozhu using the Immortal Slaying Sword Qi, exuding a chilling sword intent.

The three overlords, Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, Primordial Kirin, were all stunned when they saw that line of text.

Who are they? The former rulers of heaven and earth! They have to pay to take a boat ride?!

If this gets out...

"Ahem." The Ancestral Dragon coughed lightly, his huge dragon head revealing no expression, but he still took out a shimmering "Sea God Pearl" from his Dragon Palace treasury and flicked it with his finger.

"Transportation fare."

Seeing this, Yuanfeng and Primordial Kirin could only grimace and each pull out a treasured magical artifact.

Thus, in an unprecedented commercial atmosphere, the three ancient overlords also successfully "joined forces" on this bus to the underworld to become Sage.

When the treasure ship finally sailed safely into the Netherworld Sea of Blood.

The scene inside the boat was beyond bizarre.

The Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, the Founding Ancestors of the Three Tribes, eight big shots at the top of the Primordial World pyramid, plus a Sage driver who was about to cry, were all crammed into this tiny space.

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was grabbing the horn of the Ancestral Dragon, spitting as he boasted about his "Immortal Slaying Sword Formation," and earnestly invited him to experience the "True Dragon Sword Cleansing" at Jin'ao Island next time.

Yuanfeng was Jieyin Sage and Zhunti, who were weeping and wailing about the barrenness of the West, hoping to obtain a few phoenix feathers to "consecrate" the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and share in its good fortune.

The Yuanshi Tianzun sat alone, and within three feet of him, all laws were inviolable and order was perfect. Any living being that approached would feel an awkwardness originating from the depths of its Divine Soul and would automatically detour around him.

Meanwhile, Taiqing Laozi was holding the sleeping Lin Shen, and a purple bamboo fishing rod had appeared in his hand at some point.

He actually stretched the fishing line out through the crack in the window of the treasure ship and lowered it into the churning, roaring, and desolate Netherworld Sea of Blood below.

Even more absurdly, just a moment later, the fishing rod suddenly sank.

He actually managed to fish out a blood-red, writhing carp, exuding an ominous Karma Blood Carp, from that filthy Blood Sea!

The eyes of all the bigwigs on the ship were instantly drawn to it, their eyes twitching wildly.

Fishing in the Blood Sea? And they actually caught one?!

Laozi glanced at the fish, shook his head, and casually tossed it into the Bagua alchemy furnace that was slowly emerging beside him.

With a flash of fire, the blood carp instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"Hmm, this is a good opportunity to refine a batch of 'Karma Purifying Pill' for Shen'er, as a little snack."

Laozi stroked his long beard, looking at Lin Shen sleeping soundly in his arms, his eyes full of affection.

The powerful figures on the same ship felt their Dao Heart were about to crack.