The Biggest Sucker in the Primordial Wilderness, Hong Yun!

Walking toward them was none other than the Primordial Wilderness's biggest good-natured fool and its greatest sucker—Hong Yun!

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were sworn brothers, the best of friends.

Both had been among the three thousand guests at Purple Firmament Palace and were top-tier Great Experts of the Primordial Wilderness.

Perhaps it was their shared easygoing temperaments that made them inseparable bosom companions.

But Hong Yun's act of giving up his seat at Purple Firmament Palace had sown the seeds of his doom.

The key was the Primordial Violet Qi on him—what living being wouldn't covet it?

With the Primordial Violet Qi, one could become a saint!

The Dao Ancestor had spoken those words himself; no one doubted them.

Everyone knew the Primordial Violet Qi was the key to sainthood, but few realized the huge trick hidden within.

Last time, those two had given him benefits. Should he warn Hong Yun not to leave Wuzhuang Temple?

Even if he couldn't become a saint, at least he wouldn't fall?

Niu Ben thought to himself.

At that moment, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi hadn't noticed Niu Ben's gaze. As the Three Pure Ones took their seats, the two stood up together to bow and greet them.

For anyone else, the Three Pure Ones would merely nod and smile in return.

But for Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, all three raised their hands in a reciprocal bow. Before the lectures at Purple Firmament Palace, they had often sat together discussing the Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Taishang, it's been a while since we parted at Wuzhuang Temple. I never expected to meet here!" Hong Yun said with a smile.

"If you two have the time, feel free to visit me at Kunlun Mountain," Taishang invited in turn.

The surrounding creatures, seeing Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi chatting with the Three Pure Ones, were naturally envious.

The name of the Three Pure Ones resounded across the Primordial Wilderness.

Even some Great Experts who had just entered the Quasi-Saint realm weren't qualified to bow and greet them.

Ancestor Minghe rose and cupped his hands in respect.

Taishang smiled faintly, nodded, and raised his hand in return.

Zhunti and Jieyin also sidled over.

Though the two were looked down upon in the Primordial Wilderness—especially by top-tier Quasi-Saints, who disdained to associate with them—

Taishang still responded with a smile.

The Three Pure Ones seemed like the true stars of the day. After everyone had finished their greetings, East Prince Gong's palace immediately had celestial maidens serve various fresh fruits, while immortal music began to play, marking the start of the Myriad Immortals Assembly.

Everyone spoke of the strange tales and amusing incidents they'd encountered recently.

Niu Ben listened for a while, found it boring, and his mind wasn't on it anyway. While everyone was absorbed in the Great Experts' chatter and no one was watching him, he quietly slipped out of the hall.

Walking along the paths of Purple Mansion Island, he constantly probed with his divine sense.

He had sneaked out to find a certain place.

He had already made up his mind.

No one knew better than him how East Prince Gong would end up. That guy was a real unlucky bastard. Hongjun had probably seen through his nature and appointed him Head of Male Immortals for that very reason.

It was nothing more than using him as a lure to draw out the Demon Heavenly Court's forces, breaking the demons' rapid unification and forming a vast, complex army of trillions.

Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun were born rulers.

With the two of them at its head, the Demon Heavenly Court would never disband easily. And with the demons' overwhelming power, they would inevitably fight for supremacy over the Primordial Wilderness.

The Wu tribe were single-minded hotheads with explosive tempers.

The battle between the two sides was the true beginning of the great kalpa.

Though East Prince Gong was a unlucky fool, he certainly didn't lack treasures. What Niu Ben was looking for was precisely the treasure vault.

Soon, he spotted a location.

Many had come to attend the Myriad Immortals Assembly today, and all of Purple Mansion Immortal Court's capable experts were busy entertaining the guests.

But here, a Quasi-Saint Great Expert stood guard, surrounded by protective formations, with guards posted every five steps and sentries every ten.

Niu Ben completely concealed his aura.

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be the Purple Mansion Immortal Court's Treasure Vault.

Circling the formation once, Niu Ben confirmed it.

Within, the Dao resonance of many innate treasures seeped out through the formation.

He knew East Prince Gong liked to show off; this vault definitely wouldn't have a concealment barrier.

Having found his target, Niu Ben didn't hesitate. He immediately planted an extremely hidden spatial mark right there.

As a transmigrator...

He knew all too well the fate of East Prince Gong—that unlucky bastard wasn't far from death.

Since that was the case, letting those treasures fall into someone else's hands was worse than keeping them for himself.

He had no intention of letting those good things slip away to others; keeping them for himself would only bolster his own strength.

That spatial imprint was also placed so he could easily teleport back here later.

After finishing all this and confirming no one had noticed a thing, he silently returned to the great hall.

The banquet was still going on.

He lay behind Taishang, listening to all sorts of amusing anecdotes, just to kill the boredom.

Meanwhile.

Up in the Nine Heavens Above.

Within the stronghold of the Demon Heavenly Court.

In the grand and towering palace, the Ten Demon Gods of the Demon Clan had gathered.

Seated high above were the two Demon Emperors, Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun.

On either side below them sat the famed Ten Demon Gods, the most renowned of whom was Bai Ze, known for his wisdom.

Bai Ze had long ago pledged allegiance to the two Demon Emperors.

Beside him, a Demon God of a more impulsive and reckless nature stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Majesties, East Prince Gong is hosting the Myriad Immortals Assembly at Purple Mansion. Won't you go offer your congratulations?"

But though his words spoke of congratulations, the smile on his face carried a cruel and savage intent.

Everyone understood what he meant.

That "congratulation" would surely be a heavy blow, a slap to East Prince Gong's face, leaving him humiliated.

As for the Ten Demon Gods of the Demon Clan, none of them held East Prince Gong in any regard. The weakest among them were at the One-Corpse-Severed Quasi-Saint realm, and the two Demon Emperors were even at the Two-Corpse-Severed Quasi-Saint level.

Friction between the two sides had been escalating, forming a sharp opposition, but it had not yet reached the point of life-or-death conflict.

Yet everyone present knew in their hearts that a battle between the Purple Mansion Immortal Court and the Demon Heavenly Court was inevitable—one of them had to live, and the other had to die.

After all, they could tolerate the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, but that didn't mean the other side could tolerate their Demon Heavenly Court.

Countless demons had been forced into joining the Demon Heavenly Court's camp, nursing deep grudges against the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.

And now the Purple Mansion Immortal Court was hosting the Myriad Immortals Assembly.

The meaning was clear.

If the Demon Clan didn't make some kind of move, the creatures of the Primordial Wilderness might think the Demon Clan feared the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.