Primordial Lord's "Famous Quotes", The Sermon Begins

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, the atmosphere turned subtle.

Zhunti sat on the Cushion Hong Yun had yielded with complete peace of mind.

The look of grief and misery on his face had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by the secret delight of a scheme successfully carried out.

Quite a few Great Powers in the hall frowned at the sight, secretly cursing the Daoist from the West for his audaciously thick skin.

Others secretly envied him. That Cushion was clearly no ordinary treasure; sitting upon it was bound to bring great benefits.

But Zhunti did not care in the slightest. So long as he could obtain benefits, what did a few looks matter?

These Innate Great Gods had all been born in the East, blessed from birth with profound Foundations. They had never known hard days—how could they understand the hardships he and his Elder Brother had endured in seeking the Dao in the West?

He had gotten one Cushion, but his Elder Brother Jieyin was still standing!

How could that do?

His Elder Brother had to have a seat as well!

The two martial brothers had always stood united as one, advancing and retreating together!

Zhunti's eyes shifted as his gaze swept over the remaining Cushions.

The Three Pure Ones?

No, no. The Three Pure Ones had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, their Foundations profound and their Fortune enduring. A head-on clash would yield no advantage whatsoever. Besides, the three were one body, solid as an iron plate—untouchable.

Nuwa?

Though she was a woman, Fuxi stood beside her like a tiger eyeing its prey. The brother and sister joining forces would be just as troublesome.

In the end, Zhunti's gaze fell upon the lone figure seated on the fifth Cushion—Kunpeng!

Mm, you would do!

He looked isolated and alone, a solitary man with no one to rely on. He looked easy to bully!

In terms of Foundation, he could not compare to the Three Pure Ones; in terms of backing, he was inferior to Nuwa, who had her Elder Brother's protection; as for connections... judging by that stranger-keep-away look of his, he probably did not have any friendships forged in life and death either!

Having made up his mind, Zhunti looked at Kunpeng. His face began brewing emotion again as he prepared to use the same trick once more.

"Daoist Friend!" Zhunti instantly put on that grief-stricken expression again and spoke to Kunpeng. "Look at my Elder Brother. He traveled here from the distant, barren lands of the West, enduring countless hardships, all to listen to the Sage's Great Dao!"

"And now he does not even have a seat. Why not show a little mercy, Daoist Friend, and make things convenient for him?"

Jieyin immediately caught on. Stepping forward, he pressed his palms together. "Daoist Friend, please make things convenient for us."

Kunpeng had been sitting with his eyes closed, sensing the mysteries of the Cushion, when this sudden disturbance interrupted him. His expression immediately darkened.

These two shameless wretches!

Just now, they had used that very same act, crying and whining their way into swindling the Cushion from that fool Hong Yun!

And now they actually had their sights set on him?

Did they really take him for a soft persimmon to be squeezed?!

"Scram!" Icy light burst from Kunpeng's eyes as he spat out the word without the slightest courtesy.

"Why would Daoist Friend say such a thing?" Zhunti's skin was thick enough that he was utterly unfazed. "At a Sage's Dao Field, what matters is karmic affinity. My Elder Brother has affinity with this Cushion. Why not fulfill this fine affinity, Daoist Friend?"

"Affinity? I think you two just want to snatch it!" Kunpeng sneered.

At that moment, Primordial Lord Tianzun, seated on the second Cushion, slowly opened his eyes.

With undisguised disgust and contempt in his gaze, he swept a glance over Kunpeng.

Then he slowly spoke, uttering the famous words that would shake all of Purple Cloud Palace and be passed down through countless ages: "Hmph! Fur-clad, horn-wearing creatures, damp-born and egg-hatched beasts—what right do you have to sit here alongside us?"

The instant those words were spoken, all of Purple Cloud Palace fell deathly silent!

Everyone looked at Primordial Lord Tianzun in astonishment!

Even Grand Pure One Laozi beside him could not help but furrow his brow slightly, clearly finding the words inappropriate.

Tongtian's eyes widened even further as he stared at his second brother in disbelief.

He had clearly never expected his own second brother to utter words so cutting and so utterly without restraint!

This was practically an indiscriminate attack!

With one sentence, he had swept quite a few of the Great Powers present into it!

Di Jun and Taiyi's expressions instantly turned exceedingly ugly, icy light bursting from their eyes.

Fuxi's brows drew tightly together, while Nuwa's delicate brows also creased slightly.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Wu in the rear, Wu Ming alone remained calm; the rest all frowned deeply.

This was simply cursing Kunpeng to his face before all the Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness, trampling his Foundation and origins down into the dust!

Kunpeng felt blood rush straight to his head, his face flushing purple-red in an instant!

"Primordial Lord! You..." Kunpeng abruptly rose to his feet, Demonic Qi churning around him as killing intent blazed in his eyes.

Yet Primordial Lord Tianzun merely cast him a cold glance, as though looking at an ant.

The Three Pure Ones were bound together in unity. Since Primordial Lord Tianzun had spoken, although Laozi and Tongtian might not wholly agree, neither would undermine him.

That invisible pressure weighed heavily upon Kunpeng's heart!

Jieyin and Zhunti beside him said nothing further, but the aura of top-tier Great Powers emanating from them had Kunpeng firmly locked down, as if they were ready to strike at any moment.

Kunpeng instinctively looked around.

Di Jun and Taiyi watched coldly, even with a hint of schadenfreude.

Nuwa and Fuxi remained expressionless.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned, seeming as though he wanted to say something. Yet after looking at the Three Pure Ones, then at Jieyin and Zhunti, he ultimately chose silence.

Hong Yun looked as though he wanted to speak, but in the end, he merely sighed.

As for Wu Ming and the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

"Tsk, the way this bastard Primordial Lord Tianzun speaks is truly unpleasant." Zhu Rong curled his lip and muttered.

"But this Kunpeng really is a little too weak." Gong Gong chimed in, his tone carrying a trace of disdain.

"Shut up, all of you," Wu Ming said flatly. "Just watch."

Only then did the Ancestral Witches grudgingly fall silent, though the looks they cast at Primordial Lord Tianzun and Zhunti were filled with hostility.

Kunpeng knew that he could not keep this seat today.

If he did not leave now, he would only suffer greater humiliation!

"Good! Good! Good!" Kunpeng laughed in fury.

He abruptly rose to his feet and shot an incomparably venomous glance at the culprit—Hong Yun!

I'll remember this debt!

Then he looked once more at Primordial Lord Tianzun, Zhunti, and Jieyin.

Without another word, he walked to the rear of the Great Hall, found an inconspicuous corner, and sat down again.

"Many thanks, Daoist Friend, for yielding to me!" Jieyin hurried forward, cupped his hands and bowed toward the direction Kunpeng had left, then unceremoniously took the vacant Cushion.

He then bowed to Primordial Lord Tianzun as well. "Many thanks, Daoist Friend, for speaking up so righteously!"

Thus, the six Cushions in Purple Cloud Palace were finally settled.

A farce had come to an end.

But everyone understood that this Karma had now been forged.

The hall fell silent once more, though the atmosphere was even more oppressive than before.

Some despised the shamelessness of Jieyin and Zhunti, some scorned Primordial Lord Tianzun's harshness, while others sympathized with Kunpeng's plight.

Wu Ming took all of this in and transmitted his voice to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. "Do you see? These are the laws of survival in the Primordial Wilderness. Without sufficient strength, one does not even have the right to hold onto a seat."

"Remember Kunpeng's fate today. Our Wu Clan must never repeat his mistakes!"

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the others wore thoughtful expressions. Their gazes toward Kunpeng also became somewhat more complicated.

Time slowly passed.

At last, the three-thousand-year deadline arrived!

Bzzzz—

Within Purple Cloud Palace, the boundless Daoist Rhyme Laws instantly became incomparably clear and dense.

Everyone's spirits lifted!

Haotian and Yaochi, the two exquisitely carved Boy attendants, walked to the palace gates and slowly shut the heavy doors together.

"By the master's decree, the palace gates are closed. They shall not open again until ten thousand years have passed."

As the palace gates fully closed, the hall became a world of its own.

Upon the high platform, a figure had silently appeared at some unknown time upon the Cushion that had previously been empty.

It was Hongjun!

Hongjun's gaze swept across the hall. He spoke calmly, his voice level yet clearly reaching every person's ears:

"You have all come from afar. To enter my Purple Cloud Palace means you have affinity with this poor Daoist."

"For future Dao lectures, you shall listen according to the order of the seats you occupy today. It must not be changed again."

The moment these words fell!

Kunpeng's expression instantly became incomparably ugly, so gloomy it seemed as though water could drip from it!

He stared fixedly at Jieyin, who sat in the place that had originally belonged to him, and at... Hong Yun, who had set all this in motion!

On the other side, Hong Yun's entire body trembled, his face filled with endless vexation and regret!

Meanwhile, Zhunti and Jieyin, seated upon the Cushions, exchanged a glance. Both saw the uncontainable ecstasy in the other's eyes!

They had gambled correctly!

This Cushion truly was a heaven-sent opportunity!