Retreating into Seclusion for Another Three Thousand Years! All Saints: Teacher, Are We Still Waiting?

Even Mo Wen, deep within the peak of Buzhou Mountain, faintly heard those Saintly voices.

However, instead of being happy, his expression grew even more somber.

"Do they really think I'm easy to fool?"

"A Primordial Era Dao Ancestor, a group of Saints, each one more sinister than the last. They'd hold a ceremony specifically for a junior like me?"

"It's probably a Hongmen Banquet, isn't it?"

After muttering a few harsh words, Mo Wen directly rejected the idea of attending the so-called Bestowal Ceremony.

At the same time, however, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that Hongjun was making such a big fuss about holding a ceremony for him meant that his whereabouts had not yet been exposed.

If that was the case, wouldn't running over to attend the so-called ceremony be exposing his identity, walking into a trap, and seeking his own death?

At that time, let alone Hongjun and the Saints, even Di Jun, Taiyi, and others probably wouldn't let him off, right?

He understood the principle that an innocent man is guilty only for possessing a treasure.

He controlled the Fragment of the Heavenly Dao's Authority, which naturally attracted jealousy.

And his strength was so weak. Anyone with a bit of power wouldn't want to control him and make him a slave specifically for summoning thunder?

He also wanted to be more domineering, but this wasn't a society ruled by law; this was the Primordial Era.

Having the biggest fist was the hard truth.

"I should have known not to be so high-profile!"

At this moment, Mo Wen felt a bit of regret. He had been too high-profile before, receiving his "salary" in front of everyone.

Now look, he was being targeted.

And by the most sinister and powerful beings in the Primordial Era.

It seemed he should temporarily put aside the matter of summoning thunder and focus on improving his strength.

Anyway, he had cultivation techniques and treasures in his hands. He could cultivate while refining treasures; life could still go on.

Perhaps after avoiding this period of attention, going out to summon thunder again would be safer.

After some contemplation, Mo Wen had made his decision.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and directly stopped looking at the huge light screen in front of him.

At the same time, his aura surged, and the Innate Treasure, Yin-Yang Thunder Pool, slowly appeared above him.

Strands of terrifying thunder light surged out from the Yin-Yang Thunder Pool, enveloping the entire internal space of the Thunder Tribulation Divine Palace.

At this moment, among the Myriad Races of the Primordial Era, countless powerhouses were also discussing the controller of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation.

Many who were undergoing tribulation were gathering towards Kunlun Mountain.

The voices of the Dao Ancestor and the Saints had spread throughout the Primordial Era. They speculated that the Thunder Tribulation controller would definitely go to Kunlun Mountain to accept the Dao Ancestor's bestowal.

They also wanted to know what kind of divine being was the one who controlled their Transformation Thunder Tribulation.

In the southern part of the Primordial Era, near the Undying Volcano!

Kong Xuan's figure slowly emerged from a cave dwelling and gazed towards Kunlun Mountain.

"The Transformation Thunder Tribulation really isn't the Heavenly Dao, nor is it controlled by the Dao Ancestor!"

"Can I take back that oath?"

"Now this is great. After transforming, I didn't join a Saint's lineage, but instead followed a master I don't even know. What am I going to do?"

"..."

He wore a mournful expression and let out wails of lament.

Before, he had only rejected the Saints' recruitment for the sake of freedom.

As a result, he had truly found himself a master.

The problem was, he didn't even know who his master was, what their cultivation level was, or how strong they were.

Wasn't this just digging his own grave?

In his helplessness, he could only go to Kunlun Mountain to see for himself.

If his so-called master was truly too weak, he might have to discuss with Saint Tongtian whether the oath could be lifted, allowing him to rejoin a Saint's lineage to cultivate.

After all, by joining a Saint's lineage, he could at least do many things he couldn't do now.

This would prevent those Demon Race fellows from bothering him again.

Kunlun Mountain!

Outside the Three Purities Hall, figures emanating astonishing auras slowly arrived from afar.

This time, Di Jun, Taiyi, and even some reclusive powerhouses had also come.

They bowed towards the Three Purities Hall and then sat cross-legged outside, seemingly waiting for the controller of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation to arrive.

Inside the Three Purities Hall!

Hongjun's Dharma body sat on the high platform. Above him, wisps of the Heavenly Dao's might appeared.

It was as if he was using the power of the Heavenly Dao to sense the Primordial Era, trying to find the hidden location of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation controller.

As the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial Era, he had set up this scheme precisely to wait for the transformation controller to appear.

He did not want there to be any existence in the Primordial Era that he could not control, other than the Heavenly Dao itself.

It wasn't just Hongjun; the Six Great Saints on the main hall were also doing the same. They were also deducing and investigating, hoping to sense the whereabouts of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation controller.

Thus, time began to flow rapidly.

A hundred-year period passed in the blink of an eye.

However, whether it was Hongjun, the Saints, or the many powerhouses of the Primordial Era outside the Three Purities Hall, all of them showed a look of surprise.

"That Transformation Thunder Tribulation controller... didn't come to accept the bestowal?"

"The Dao Ancestor personally presides, the Saints personally wait, and the Dao Ancestor even promised treasures, yet the other party didn't come?"

"They don't want such a great opportunity?"

"Shh!"

"Didn't you notice that not a single Transformation Thunder Tribulation has fallen in the past hundred years?"

"Perhaps the controller of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation was delayed by some special matter!"

"..."

Around Kunlun Mountain, the powerhouses of the Myriad Races discussed amongst themselves.

Previously, Hongjun had set a hundred-year deadline, and they had also waited for a hundred years. However, the controller of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation did not appear, which left them somewhat disappointed.

"Teacher!"

"A hundred years have passed, and the Thunder Tribulation controller has not appeared. Should this disciple issue another Imperial Decree to urge them?"

Inside the Three Purities Hall, Yuanshi slowly rose and bowed to Hongjun, seemingly wanting to announce to the Primordial Era again, urging the controller of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation to appear quickly.

"No rush!"

"This matter concerns the Myriad Races of the Primordial Era, so we should have some patience!"

Hongjun responded calmly.

Although he hadn't expected his hundred-year plan to fail, a hundred years was just the blink of an eye. Why bother?

At worst, they could just wait a little longer.

Two hundred years!

Five hundred years!

One thousand years!

Two thousand years!

Three thousand years!

Unfortunately, this wait lasted for three thousand years.

In these three thousand years, not only did the Thunder Tribulation controller not appear on Kunlun Mountain, but not even a single Transformation Thunder Tribulation fell.

The many powerhouses who were originally full of curiosity had now become extremely impatient.

Among them, many existences had quietly left, unable to wait any longer.

And the cultivators undergoing tribulation around Kunlun Mountain had long shown expressions of disappointment, and even became increasingly depressed.

If they kept waiting like this, when would it end?

Not only them, but even the Saints inside the Three Purities Hall had lost patience.

The Six Great Saints exchanged glances, all showing traces of anger, yet they were helpless.

Finally, they still rose and bowed to Hongjun.

"Teacher!"

"It's already been three thousand years!"

"Are we... still going to wait?"

"..."