Take It! Whoever Wants It Can Have It!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure solidified on the cloud bed. His gaze was indifferent as he swept over the three thousand guests below, finally settling on the six futons at the very front.

"As of today, I have preached in the Purple Heaven Palace for three full sessions," the Dao Ancestor spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the Primordial Spirit of every being, carrying an undeniable Heavenly Dao authority. "The Mystic Gate is established."

As the two words fell, the Purple Firmament Palace rained heavenly flowers and produced golden lotuses. The Great Dao's resonant voice sounded spontaneously, and the entire Great Wilderness's fortune seemed to tremble and converge! An invisible, colossal fortune was bestowed upon the six individuals in front.

"You six, having sat here, share a master-disciple bond with me." Hongjun's gaze swept across the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti in turn. "Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa, you are my personal direct disciples."

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa bowed in unison. "Greetings, Master!"

"Jieyin, Zhunti," Hongjun looked at the duo from the West. "You may also call me Master. You are my registered disciples."

Jieyin and Zhunti's faces instantly bloomed with a radiance comparable to chrysanthemums. They were so excited they almost slid off their futons, bowing their heads immediately. "Disciple Jieyin (Zhunti) thanks Master! May Master live for eternity!" Their demeanor suggested they wished they could kowtow to the Dao Ancestor right then and there, transforming the word "registered" into "direct."

It's done! Finally, I've latched onto the strongest leg! Jieyin and Zhunti rejoiced inwardly, feeling that the great cause of the West's revitalization was already half accomplished! The other half was how to... ahem, how to follow the Heavenly Dao and connect with all things from the East.

Outside the palace gates, even though the Purple Firmament Palace doors were closed, Dao Ancestor's sermon was the sound of the Great Dao, and Chen Song could still hear it.

Chen Song perked up his ears, listening clearly, and marveled inwardly, "Good heavens, the Mystic Gate has officially gone public! The board of directors is finalized: Chairman Hongjun, CEO Laozi, COO Yuanshi, CTO Tongtian, Public Relations Director Nuwa, and two regional branch managers who got in by crying poverty and thick skin... This lineup is absolutely brilliant!"

The Dao Ancestor paid no mind to his disciples' thoughts and continued, "This sermon will last for three thousand years, focusing on the methods of attaining Sainthood."

Here it comes! The main event! All the great powers, whether inside or outside the palace, held their breath and listened intently, even their breathing becoming lighter.

"There are several methods for attaining Sainthood," Hongjun's voice was like the Great Dao itself whispering.

"First, attaining Sainthood through Merit. Perform great merits for heaven and earth, gain recognition from the Heavenly Dao, and receive immeasurable merit, allowing one to attain Sainthood on the spot. However, this method requires vast merit, which can only be obtained through great opportunities like opening the heavens or mending them."

The great powers listened with longing, yet secretly clicked their tongues. Opening the heavens? That was the Great God Pangu! Mending the heavens? The heavens weren't even leaking yet! This path was too narrow.

"Second, attaining Sainthood by Slaying the Three Corpses." Hongjun elaborated in detail, "Slay the three corpses of good, evil, and self. With each corpse slain, one's cultivation advances. When all three corpses are slain, they merge into one, entrusted to the void of the Heavenly Dao, thus achieving a Saint Position. This is the orthodox method, but it requires great perseverance, great wisdom, and reliance on Spiritual Treasures."

He specifically added, "Using peak-grade innate Spiritual Treasures as the medium to slay the corpses provides the most stable foundation and greatest potential, with Primordial attainment achievable in the future."

For a moment, the gazes of many great powers within the palace involuntarily flickered towards the treasures in the hands of the Three Pure Ones, Taiyi, and others, their eyes burning with desire. Taiyi even held the Chaos Bell in his arms a little tighter.

"Third, attaining Sainthood through Power." Hongjun paused. "Emulating the Great God Pangu, one forcefully proves the Dao with supreme magical power, breaking the shackles of the Heavenly Dao to achieve Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal. This method... is the most difficult." He spoke concisely, but everyone could feel the implication of "as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"Fourth, attaining Sainthood through Laws. Comprehending a certain law to its extreme, becoming one with the law, one can also achieve Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, unbound by the Heavenly Dao's Saint position. However, this path is equally fraught with peril, requiring great fortune and profound enlightenment."

"Fifth, the Divine Path of Incense and Faith, also known as attaining Sainthood through Faith. Gather the faith and wishes of countless beings, condense a Divine Spark, and achieve a Saint Position. However, one is bound by faith, entangled in extensive karma, and the Divine Spark can easily become tainted. It is not the supreme path."

"Sixth, attaining Sainthood through the Demonic Path." Upon mentioning this method, Hongjun's tone remained calm, yet it sent a chill through the hearts of all who listened.

"Seize the essence, spirit, and energy of all beings, harm all things for one's own benefit, and one can also condense a Demonic Spark to achieve Primordial attainment. However, this method harms heavenly harmony and is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao. It is fraught with tribulations, and with the slightest carelessness, one will be eternally damned. Like the Demon Ancestor Luohu, he walked this path."

The various methods of attaining Sainthood were recounted leisurely, leaving the three thousand guests in the Purple Heaven Palace entranced and their hearts surging. They each weighed their own conditions and contemplated their future paths.

Chen Song, outside the palace, also felt his heart itch with anticipation. He counted on his fingers, "Attaining Sainthood through Merit? No chance. Attaining Sainthood through Power? That's for the cheaters. Attaining Sainthood through Laws? Sounds cool, but seems really hard. Becoming a God of Incense? Too much trouble. Attaining Sainthood through the Demonic Path? Forget it, forget it. I'm afraid my Master and Martial Uncles would disown me... It seems the most reliable way is Slaying the Three Corpses! But where can I find so many peak-grade innate Spiritual Treasures? Do I really have to eye the treasures of a few Martial Uncles? No, no, I'm afraid I'll get beaten to death..."

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, amidst the Dao Ancestor's profound and all-encompassing sermon.

As the Great Dao's voice slowly ceased, Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke again, dropping a bombshell:

"Under the Heavenly Dao, there are eight Saint Positions. I have occupied one."

Boom! A clamor erupted below! Although there were already speculations, hearing it confirmed by the Dao Ancestor himself was still shocking! Only seven remained!

"You six, being my disciples, shall have Saint Positions." As Hongjun's voice fell, he flicked his sleeve, and six streams of purple mist, exuding profound Dao Charm and seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, appeared out of thin air. As if possessing sentience, they flew towards the six people on the futons, instantly disappearing into their foreheads.

Primordial Violet Qi! The foundation for attaining Sainthood!

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones' expressions were solemn, Nuwa's eyes sparkled, and Jieyin and Zhunti trembled with excitement, nearly performing another sliding bow of gratitude on the spot.

All other great powers, including Di Jun, Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, and so on, had their eyes turn red! They stared intently at the six streams of Primordial Violet Qi, wishing they could snatch them away! But facing the Dao Ancestor, no one dared to make the slightest move.

"The last stream of Primordial Violet Qi," the Dao Ancestor's gaze swept across the entire audience, finally bypassing those within the palace and landing on... a certain corner of the plaza outside the palace. "The affinity is within, you shall contend for it yourselves."

That stream of purple qi circled in the air as if hesitating, then... whoosh, it shot straight towards Chen Song in the corner!

"Holy crap?!" Chen Song, tired from playing with the Ancestral Witches, decided to rest.

He was squatting there, playing with pine nuts to tease Big White, completely caught off guard. He only felt a weight in his hand as a warm, gentle purple qi landed in his palm, even nuzzling his fingers as if it were very affectionate.

In an instant, inside and outside the Purple Firmament Palace, all the great powers' gazes, like thousands of sharp swords, swish, all focused on Chen Song! Envy, jealousy, greed, killing intent... various emotions intertwined, almost drowning him!

Di Jun and Taiyi's eyes blazed with fire, Kunpeng's gaze was icy, even Hongyun showed a look of surprise. Jieyin and Zhunti's eyeballs were about to pop out, their mouths nearly watering—this purple qi rightfully belonged to the West!

Chen Song felt the soft, warm thing in his hand, like holding a small, purple loach. He looked up at the gazes around him, which seemed to want to devour him alive, and his scalp tingled.

He lowered his head, looking at the Primordial Violet Qi in his hand, hailed as the "ticket to Sainthood." Instead of being overjoyed, he frowned, a look of... disdain appearing on his face.

"Master! Dao Ancestor! Great Hongjun!" Chen Song raised the Primordial Violet Qi in his hand, as if holding a hot potato, and shouted towards the direction of the Zixiao Palace gate, his voice carrying a hint of grievance and urgency.

"This thing... it seems to be trying to extort me! I didn't mean to snatch it! It came over on its own! And... holding this thing, I feel like I'll get mugged every time I walk down the street! How can I still have fun... no, how can I travel the Great Wilderness happily? How can I peacefully see my Master and Martial Uncles off to the afterlife... Pah! Fulfill my filial duty?"

The more he spoke, the more he felt this purple qi was a huge trouble. He shook his hand, but it didn't come off; the purple qi seemed to have latched onto him.

"No, no! This fortune is too great, this disciple cannot bear it!" Chen Song gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and made a move that stunned everyone present—

He grabbed the Primordial Violet Qi that countless great powers craved like a piece of trash and threw it out forcefully!

"Go! Whoever wants it can have it!"