Hongjun Loses His Cool! They Would Rather Babysit at Home Than Attend the Sermon?

As for Di Jun and Taiyi not coming to Old Ancestor Hongjun's Second Dao Lecture...

The cultivators within Purple Sky Palace grew more and more shocked the longer they thought about it.

After all, this was Old Ancestor Hongjun's sermon!

A Saint's sermon was exceedingly rare!

If they missed this chance, it would be too late even if they regretted it in the future!

That was why the vast majority of cultivators had arrived early to wait outside Purple Sky Palace.

But Di Jun and Taiyi, on the other hand...

Simply did not come at all!

And Di Jun's seat was one of the Heavenly Dao Cushions!

Countless people wanted to sit on one yet could not!

And he just gave it up?

Thus, many of the cultivators present found it even more absurd.

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere within Purple Sky Palace.

Old Ancestor Hongjun had actually already noticed this matter.

The moment he discovered it, Old Ancestor Hongjun's face darkened.

Because he realized that the ones causing trouble were once again those two Golden Crows, Di Jun and Taiyi!

For a Time, he became unbearably irritated.

"I would like to see just what opportunity these two Golden Crows obtained..."

"That they would not even come to hear a Saint's sermon!"

Hongjun snorted coldly and began circulating his magical power to calculate continuously.

He quickly arrived at the result.

But after obtaining that result, Hongjun's expression became even uglier.

Because he discovered that Di Jun and Taiyi had not obtained any opportunity at all.

They were simply babysitting at home.

Enjoying domestic bliss.

"???"

Hongjun truly felt incredibly displeased at that moment.

Di Jun and Taiyi would rather babysit at home than come hear the sermon?

Were they treating him with such contempt?

Were they saying that Old Ancestor Hongjun's Dao was not even as useful as babysitting?

Old Ancestor Hongjun immediately stopped calculating and let out an extremely dissatisfied snort.

"What two utterly unambitious things!"

"Why are the protagonists of the next Tribulation such a pair of fellows?!"

The more Old Ancestor Hongjun thought about it, the worse he felt.

Although he had long calculated that Di Jun, Taiyi, and the Witch Tribe would be the protagonists of the next Tribulation...

The problem was that Di Jun and Taiyi were now utterly hopeless.

They were completely worthless!

They did not resemble Tribulation Protagonists in the Slightest Bit.

"And! The Demon Court still has not been established!"

"The Demon Race has not been created either!"

"I am truly speechless!"

The more Old Ancestor Hongjun thought about it, the angrier he became.

In order to comply with the Heavenly Dao and make Di Jun establish the Demon Race and found the Demon Court, how much effort had he already put in?

He had even intervened personally, leading East King Duke to establish the Immortal Court.

And that still could not stir Di Jun and Taiyi's fighting spirit?

Those two damned birds were truly rotten to the core!

Old Ancestor Hongjun sighed again.

In the end, he made a momentous decision.

"It seems..."

"I can only do that..."

"Otherwise, the Demon Race simply will not emerge, and neither will the Demon Court!"

"The Primordial Wilderness will be unable to return to the great course it was originally meant to enter!"

"That will not do!"

After taking a deep breath, golden light flickered around Old Ancestor Hongjun's body as he began doing something else.

And at this moment.

Within Purple Sky Palace.

Along With the cultivators present confirming that Di Jun and Taiyi truly might not intend to come this time...

Many of the cultivators present began setting their sights on Di Jun's Heavenly Dao Cushion.

After all, from the previous sermon, they had already seen the effects of the Heavenly Dao Cushions with perfect clarity.

When Listening to the Dao, having the help of a Heavenly Dao Cushion and not having its help were entirely different matters.

Thus, if Di Jun and Taiyi were still here, then so be it.

The cultivators feared their strength and did not dare harbor such greedy thoughts.

But now that they were not coming, many cultivators naturally wondered whether they should try for it.

The first to make a move were naturally Zhunti and Jieyin.

After the last sermon ended and they saw the benefits obtained by the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Di Jun, Hongyun, and the others, they had already been green with envy.

Now that such an opportunity had appeared, they naturally did not wish to let it pass.

Thus, Zhunti and Jieyin immediately rose and walked toward Di Jun's Heavenly Dao Cushion.

"This seat is fated to us!"

But East King Gong had actually been eyeing this Heavenly Dao Cushion all along.

He believed that he was no longer the man he once was.

After all, he had already begun establishing the Immortal Court and held an exalted position.

So how could there not be a place for him among these six Heavenly Dao Cushions?

Even if Di Jun and Taiyi were here today, he, East King Gong, would still fight for it!

Otherwise, if he, the dignified Head of Male Immortals, did not even have a Heavenly Dao Cushion, would he not become a laughingstock?

Thus, upon seeing Zhunti and Jieyin step forward, East King Gong immediately took a step forward as well.

"Fellow Daoists, you should leave this seat to me!"

Zhunti and Jieyin were naturally unwilling.

Thus, they acted as though they had not heard East King Gong at all, quickly stepped forward, and prepared to plop themselves down.

"Hmph! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

East King Gong flew into a rage on the spot. With a slap of his hand, the aura of a peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal surged from his body, and a massive Giant Palm formed from magical power ruthlessly slammed toward Zhunti and Jieyin.

But Zhunti and Jieyin were no pushovers either. The two snorted coldly and exerted their strength together, the magical power radiating from their bodies not the slightest bit weaker than East King Gong's.

Two streams of magical power pressed fiercely toward East King Gong, forcing him back in an instant.

East King Gong immediately felt humiliated. He summoned the Dragon Head Staff that Old Ancestor Hongjun had previously bestowed upon him and prepared to compete with Zhunti and Jieyin once more.

But at that moment, another aura brimming with Malevolent Qi fiercely struck toward Zhunti and Jieyin.

This aura was not the slightest bit weaker than East King Gong's. Moreover, compared with East King Gong, Zhunti, and Jieyin, the savage and baleful power contained within it was extraordinarily dense.

Zhunti and Jieyin were instantly driven back!

Only after struggling to steady themselves did Zhunti and Jieyin discover...

That the one who had attacked was not another cultivator, but Houtu of the Witch Tribe.

Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions immediately became exceedingly ugly.

Why was a member of the Witch Tribe fighting over this seat?

Could she even understand Old Ancestor Hongjun's sermon?

Of course, Zhunti and Jieyin did not dare say that outright.

After all, although the Demon Race had yet to be established in recent years, the Witch Tribe had continued to flourish.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Witch Tribe had now become one of the foremost powers in the Primordial Wilderness.

Moreover, they acted extremely domineeringly, and ordinary people did not dare provoke them.

Thus, Zhunti and Jieyin could only smile apologetically at Houtu and say:

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, this Cushion is fated to us brothers. Please do us this favor, and we will surely repay you generously in the future!"

But Houtu did not fall for that at all.

To put it bluntly, she had specifically come to make things difficult for Zhunti and Jieyin.

Because she had previously learned from Xuan Yang's diary that the Witch-Demon War had been triggered because Zhunti had beguiled the Ten Great Golden Crows.

If not for him, there would not have been so many later events at all.

So Houtu still remembered this debt!

Her move this time clearly showed that she did not want Zhunti and Jieyin to have an easy time.

As for who ultimately seized the seat itself, that did not matter.

Thus, after hearing Zhunti and Jieyin's words, Houtu merely snorted coldly and said:

"You say it is fated, so it is fated?"

"If it is fated, then come and take it yourself!"

"If you cannot take it, what fate is there to speak of?"