Even Mo Wen, inside the summit of Buzhou Mountain, faintly heard those Saint's Voices.
Not only was he not pleased, but his expression instead grew even gloomier.
"Do they really think I'm that easy to fool?"
"A Primordial World Dao Ancestor and a group of Saints, each more treacherous than the last—would they really hold a ceremony specifically for a junior like me?"
"Sounds more like a Hongmen Banquet."
After muttering viciously to himself, Mo Wen immediately dismissed the idea of attending this so-called Bestowal Ceremony.
At the same time, however, he also felt somewhat relieved.
Since Hongjun was making such a grand show of holding a ceremony for him, it meant that his whereabouts had not yet been exposed.
If that was the case, would going directly to that so-called ceremony not be exposing his identity, walking into a trap, and courting death?
When that time came, forget Hongjun and the Saints—even Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others probably would not let him off.
He understood the principle that an ordinary man could be innocent, yet become guilty for possessing a treasure.
He had control over a Fragment of the Heavenly Dao's Authority, which was bound to make others jealous.
And he was so weak. Wouldn't anyone with even a little strength want to control him and turn him into a slave who did nothing but call down lightning?
He wanted to be more domineering too, but this was no society ruled by law. This was the Primordial World.
Only a big fist spoke the hard truth.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have been so high-profile!"
"..."
At this moment, Mo Wen somewhat regretted having been too conspicuous earlier, collecting his wages in full view of everyone.
Now he had been targeted.
And it was by the most treacherous and powerful group of beings in the Primordial World.
It seemed he should put aside the matter of calling down lightning for the time being and focus on increasing his strength.
In any case, he already had cultivation techniques and treasures. He could cultivate while refining his treasures and get by just fine.
Once he had weathered this period of attention, going out to call down lightning again might be safer.
After some thought, Mo Wen had made his decision.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and simply stopped looking at the enormous Light Screen before him.
At the same time, the aura around him stirred, and the Innate Treasure, Yin-Yang Thunder Pool, slowly emerged above him.
Strands of terrifying lightning surged out from the Yin-Yang Thunder Pool, enveloping the entire interior space of the Thunder Tribulation Divine Palace.
At this moment, countless experts among the Myriad Races of the Primordial World were also discussing the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller.
Quite a few Tribulation Transcenders gathered in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.
The Dao Ancestor's and Saints' voices had previously spread throughout the Primordial World. They guessed that the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller would surely head to Kunlun Mountain to accept the Dao Ancestor's bestowal.
They also wished to learn just what kind of being controlled their Transformation Thunder Tribulations.
In the Primordial World's south, near Undying Volcano!
Kong Xuan slowly emerged from a Cave Dwelling and gazed toward Kunlun Mountain.
"So the Transformation Thunder Tribulation truly isn't controlled by the Heavenly Dao, nor by the Dao Ancestor!"
"Can I still take back that oath of mine?"
"Now this is great. After transforming, I didn't enter a Saint's lineage, yet I somehow ended up following an unknown master. What am I supposed to do?"
"..."
With a mournful expression, he let out wave after wave of wails.
Earlier, he had rejected a Saint's recruitment solely for the sake of freedom.
Yet he had truly found himself a master.
The problem was that he did not even know who this master was, what his cultivation was, or how strong he might be.
Wasn't this digging a pit for himself?
Left with no choice, he could only go to Kunlun Mountain and take a look.
If his so-called master was truly too weak, he would likely have to discuss with Saint Tongtian whether his oath could be lifted so that he could rejoin a Saint's lineage to cultivate.
After all, by joining a Saint's lineage, he could at least do many things that he currently could not.
That would keep those fellows from the demon race from causing him trouble again.
Kunlun Mountain!
Outside Three Purities Hall, figures radiating astonishing auras slowly arrived from afar.
This time, Di Jun, Taiyi, and even some reclusive experts had all come.
After bowing toward Three Purities Hall, they sat cross-legged outside it, seemingly waiting for the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller to arrive.
Inside Three Purities Hall!
Hongjun's Dharma body sat upon the high platform. Above him, strands of Heavenly Dao Might emerged.
It was as though he were drawing upon Heavenly Dao Power to sense the Primordial World, seeking the hiding place of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller.
As the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World, he had laid such a scheme precisely to wait for the Transformation Controller to reveal himself.
He did not want there to be an existence within the Primordial World, other than the Heavenly Dao, that he could not control.
It was not only Hongjun. The Six Great Saints within the hall were the same, all deducing and probing in hopes of sensing the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller's whereabouts.
Thus, time began to pass swiftly.
The hundred-year deadline passed in the blink of an eye.
Yet whether it was Hongjun, the Saints, or the many Primordial Desolation Experts outside Three Purities Hall, all revealed looks of surprise.
"The Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller actually did not come to accept the bestowal?"
"With the Dao Ancestor personally presiding, the Saints personally waiting, and even treasures promised by the Dao Ancestor, he still did not come?"
"He doesn't even want such an opportunity?"
"Shh!"
"Have none of you noticed that not a single Transformation Thunder Tribulation has descended during these hundred years?"
"Perhaps the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller was delayed by some special matter!"
"..."
Around Kunlun Mountain, the experts of the Myriad Races began discussing among themselves.
Hongjun had previously set a hundred-year deadline, and they had waited for a hundred years as well. Yet the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller had not appeared, leaving them somewhat disappointed.
"Teacher!"
"The hundred years have passed, and the Thunder Tribulation Controller has not shown himself. Shall this disciple issue another Imperial Decree to urge him?"
Inside Three Purities Hall, Yuanshi slowly rose and bowed to Hongjun, seemingly intending to once again announce to the Primordial World and urge the Transformation Thunder Tribulation Controller to appear at once.
"No rush!"
"This matter concerns the Myriad Races of the Primordial World. We must have some patience!"
Hongjun replied indifferently.
Though he had not expected his hundred-year scheme to fail, a hundred years was no more than the blink of an eye. Why should he care?
At worst, they could wait a while longer.
Two hundred years!
Five hundred years!
One thousand years!
Two thousand years!
Three thousand years!
Unfortunately, that wait lasted three thousand years.
During those three thousand years, not only did the Thunder Tribulation Controller fail to appear at Kunlun Mountain, not even a single Transformation Thunder Tribulation descended.
The many experts who had originally been filled with curiosity had now become exceedingly impatient.
Quite a few among them had quietly departed, truly unable to wait any longer.
The Tribulation Transcenders around Kunlun Mountain had also long since revealed disappointed expressions, and they grew increasingly frustrated.
If they kept waiting like this, when would it ever end?
It was not only them. Even the Saints inside Three Purities Hall had lost their patience.
The Six Great Saints exchanged glances, each revealing traces of anger, yet they could do nothing about it.
In the end, they rose and bowed to Hongjun.
"Teacher!"
"It has already been three thousand years!"
"Must we continue waiting?"
"..."
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