The Three Pure Ones Descend Upon Purple Mansion Prefecture

The Netherworld Blood Sea was formed from Pangu's navel and is known as a place of filth.

In the endless Blood Sea, as long as a single drop remains, Ancestor Minghe cannot truly die. Unless one reaches the realm of a Saint, it is difficult to inflict fatal harm upon him.

He also wields two Innate Spiritual Treasures, Abi Yuantu, and primarily cultivates the sword path.

Naturally, he was also one of East Prince Gong's recruitment targets.

At that moment, another commotion arose from outside. Everyone followed the sound and looked over, their hearts shaken—the arrivals were actually Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.

Zhen Yuanzi is the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, with the Book of the Earth as his Innate treasure, formed from the Primordial Earth Membrane of the Primordial Wilderness. He also possesses one of the ten Innate Spiritual Roots, the Ginseng Fruit tree.

Hong Yun was formed from the first cloud of fire in heaven and earth, and was also gifted a wisp of Primordial Qi by the Dao Ancestor, making him a potential future Saint.

The surrounding beings were all filled with awe.

To attend this Myriad Immortals Assembly today was truly an eye-opening experience.

Those who could sit in the Main Hall were all top-tier existences, among the Great Experts of the Primordial Wilderness.

For minor figures like them to even see one of these beings in their lifetime was already a stroke of immense fortune.

After this.

Two more figures entered the hall.

Everyone showed expressions of surprise at these two, but soon most of the Quasi-Saint Great Experts looked at them with disdain and disgust.

Because the arrivals were Jieyin and Zhunti.

Their behavior in the Purple Firmament Palace had already spread throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

The reception envoy hurried forward.

"Two fellow Daoists have come from afar; please enter quickly!"

East Prince Gong did not appear in person.

Although these two were also recipients of the Primordial Violet Qi and destined to become Saints in the future.

Their phrase, "You have a connection with the West," had earned them the disgust of countless people.

Jieyin and Zhunti seemed not to notice the gazes around them. One wore a look of bitter sorrow, while the other bore a compassionate expression.

Time passed slowly.

Those who were supposed to come had mostly arrived.

Though East Prince Gong wore a smile, his eyes were filled with displeasure. He turned his gaze to the Purple Mansion Envoy who had been sent to invite the Three Pure Ones.

The meaning in his eyes was clear.

That Purple Mansion Envoy said with a bitter smile, "The Three Pure Ones did agree to attend the Myriad Immortals Assembly. I do not know why they have yet to appear."

East Prince Gong felt some anger inwardly. Was this disdain for associating with him?

Since they agreed, why not keep their promise?

Of course, these words were only thought in everyone's minds. He did not want to offend the Three Pure Ones—they were the Dao Ancestor's Personal Disciples and the Heaven-ordained Saints of the future.

The three were born from Pangu's primordial spirit; the Three Pure Ones are one entity.

If they one day became Saints and joined forces, who would dare provoke them?

Just as he was feeling frustrated.

The next moment.

The void trembled. The Purple Mansion Sea churned, and three thousand miles of purple qi came from the east.

Everyone's hearts pounded uncontrollably.

Even when the Quasi-Saint Great Experts had made their entrances, they had not caused such a grand commotion.

Though they did not know who the newcomer was, they had their guesses—this person's strength was certainly no less than Ancestor Minghe's.

Who in the world was this?

And at that moment.

The void shattered like a mirror, broken directly by an ox's hoof.

After the Spatial Barrier of the Primordial Wilderness was broken, a massive Azure Ox stepped out from within, radiating an extremely terrifying aura.

Seated cross-legged atop that Azure Ox was an old man.

Following closely behind was a middle-aged man radiating an incomparably precious aura, while on the other side was a young man, from whom a sharp, piercing aura emanated, as if it could tear heaven and earth apart.

At the very rear were two other beings, weaker in strength, with a layer of protective power around them to ward off the ravages of spatial turbulence.

Everyone present was utterly stunned.

The Myriad Immortals Assembly fell into dead silence.

As they speculated in their hearts about who the arrivals were, a beam of multicolored light suddenly appeared in the void.

Then, a figure holding a Dragon Head Staff materialized.

And he was none other than the master of this Purple Mansion Immortal Court.

East Prince Gong!

When the other Quasi-Saint Great Experts arrived, they were received by the Immortal Court Envoy.

But when these few arrived, East Prince Gong came personally, and his attitude was extremely humble.

Many beings in the Primordial Wilderness knew East Prince Gong's nature—arrogant, self-important, narrow-minded, and unable to tolerate any defiance from others.

Yet now, he stepped forward to greet them personally.

Every being present felt a shock that lingered long in their hearts.

What kind of status could make East Prince Gong treat them with such deference?

The Quasi-Saint Great Experts, in particular, were deeply resentful.

They were all of equal cultivation, so why were they met only by East Prince Gong's subordinates, while these few received such treatment?

A very small number of people, however, had already recognized the arrivals.

Ancestor Minghe was one of them. He snorted lightly but said nothing.

Zhunti and Jieyin felt bitter. Though they were nominal disciples, they too had obtained the Primordial Violet Qi. East Prince Gong clearly did not hold them in high regard.

But thinking about it, it made sense—the Three Pure Ones were the Dao Ancestor's true disciples, while they, from the West, were like stepchildren.

East Prince Gong clasped his hands in a respectful bow, his attitude gentle and humble: "I welcome the three senior brothers to attend the Myriad Immortals Assembly!"

Then he turned to face the crowd, a proud smile on his face, completely lacking the affable demeanor from before, as if he were looking down on everyone.

"Everyone, the Three Pure Ones are the Dao Ancestor's Personal Disciples. Their presence here today at the Myriad Immortals Assembly proves the legitimate position of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court."

The crowd erupted in murmurs.

No wonder East Prince Gong acted this way—the Three Pure Ones from Kunlun Mountain had arrived.

And indeed, it was as East Prince Gong said.

The arrival of the Three Pure Ones was like a show of support for him, confirming the Purple Mansion Immortal Court's legitimacy.

In truth, many had already understood East Prince Gong's intention in hosting the Myriad Immortals Assembly—to display his legitimate status and also to recruit many Great Experts to join him.

Taishang still wore a gentle smile, but he said nothing. He had long seen through East Prince Gong's little scheme, but since the other was the Head of Male Immortals appointed by their teacher, he would give face for the teacher's sake.

Laozi walked in front.

Primordial Heavenly Lord and Tongtian flanked him, following behind.

Behind them were Niu Ben, Guangchengzi, and Duobao.

East Prince Gong seated the Three Pure Ones in the highest positions, second only to his own seat as the master of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.

After the Three Pure Ones sat down, Niu Ben stood behind Taishang, while Guangchengzi and Duobao stood behind Primordial Heavenly Lord and Tongtian respectively.

In the lower seat was Ancestor Minghe.

Primordial Heavenly Lord snorted coldly at Ancestor Minghe, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain, feeling that Ancestor Minghe, a being born from a filthy place, was unworthy to share the hall with them.

Tongtian, on the other hand, smiled. If the occasion weren't inappropriate, he would have liked to spar with Ancestor Minghe, as he too was skilled in the way of the sword.

Niu Ben observed everyone's reactions.

Guangchengzi, a disciple of Primordial Heavenly Lord, held his head slightly high. Though only a Golden Immortal, he showed no fear toward the top-tier Quasi-Saint Great Experts.

Duobao's eyes were filled with envy, likely thinking about when he would reach Quasi-Saint cultivation.

Then, two people walked toward them.

Niu Ben recognized them, naturally familiar.