All Beings Move in Waves, Heading to Purple Cloud Palace

After Hongjun's voice echoed across the entire Primordial Wilderness, the auspicious signs of sanctification slowly faded.

Having experienced the great tribulation of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, the hitherto calm Primordial Wilderness suddenly became as volatile as boiling oil over a blazing fire.

The golden lotus platforms blooming on the ground dissipated, transforming into wisps of incomparably pure heaven and earth spiritual energy that nourished the Primordial Beings.

Countless spiritual beasts and demons thereby gained sentience, and those of lower cultivation even directly broke through a major realm.

Compared to those low-tier cultivators, the Great Powers were truly shocked!

Inside the Pangu Secret Realm on Buzhou Mountain.

As Hongjun's mighty pressure receded, the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally straightened their bent bodies, and Dijiang lingered in fear, his gaze filled with extreme dread.

If they had not been inside the Pangu Secret Realm on Buzhou Mountain under such terrifying and majestic pressure, standing steady would likely have been difficult.

"Is this person the Daoist Hongjun of whom Brother Hongyun spoke?"

Everyone looked toward Hong Yun in unison, and Hong Yun let out a long breath and nodded slightly.

"Indeed, it is Daoist Hongjun. I originally thought this senior would still need some time to achieve sanctification, yet I never expected him to arrive so quickly!"

"Brother Hongyun knows this person?"

"We have indeed met once."

Hong Yun did not reveal his relationship with Hongjun, his expression complex at the moment, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

When Hongjun became a saint, it meant the development of the Primordial Wilderness was about to enter the fast lane, and after the three lectures at the Purple Cloud Palace, the tribulation belonging to the Wu and Yao Clans would arrive.

Come to think of it, Hongjun's ability to achieve sanctification ahead of time was thanks in no small part to Hong Yun's prompt.

"My brothers and sisters, the Primordial Wilderness will face massive changes next. I hope everyone can follow the original plan to maintain stability in the Primordial Wilderness and avoid any complications." Hong Yun urged the Twelve Ancestral Witches once more.

"That goes without saying, but do we really need to go and listen to that Hongjun preach? The inheritance left by Father God is enough to make our Wu Clan thrive; I fear Hongjun's Dao might not be useful to our Wu Clan, right?"

Zhu Jiu Yin's expression held a hint of hesitation as he spoke.

Seeing this, Hong Yun advised: "Going is an absolute must. Father God's inheritance is powerful, true, but stones from other hills can be used to polish jade. Even if not to listen to the Dao, seeing the strong figures throughout the Primordial Wilderness makes this trip worthwhile."

After hearing this, Houtu also agreed, saying: "Elder Brother Hongyun's words are not without reason, and this Younger Sister also feels we should go and listen."

In his past life, during the three lectures at the Purple Cloud Palace, Houtu was the only member of the Wu Clan to attend.

In this lifetime, with Hongyun present, changes had occurred, and in the end, Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, made the decision.

He waved a large hand and decisively said: "We go. We'll listen to Brother Hongyun and Younger Sister. I also want to see just how many strong figures in this Primordial Wilderness can compare to us Ancestral Witches."

"Good. There is no time to lose, let's set off quickly!"

Hong Yun urged.

Hearing this, Zhurong muttered: "Isn't there still three thousand years? What are you rushing for, Brother Hongyun?"

"Slap!"

Zhurong was greeted by an "affectionate slap" from Dijiang.

"Why talk so much nonsense? Just listen to Brother Hongyun!"

Zhurong covered his head with both hands, not daring to refute Dijiang's words, and could only look at Hong Yun with lingering resentment.

"Hahaha..."

Hong Yun laughed quite shamelessly!

The reason Hong Yun was in such a rush was not for himself, but rather to disrupt the Heavenly Dao Trend, especially those six seats—he was determined to snatch a few more for the Wu Clan.

One must know that each seat represented a saint position!

He, Hong Yun, might not become a saint, but there must absolutely be no lack of seats.

Leaving aside Hong Yun and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, when the auspicious signs of Hongjun's sanctification enveloped the Primordial Wilderness, the Great Powers, shaken by Hongjun's might, emerged from seclusion one by one and set off for the Purple Cloud Palace.

Kunlun Mountain was wreathed in clouds and mist.

At the mountain peak, three palaces stood amidst the clouds.

Inside the middle palace, three figures were conversing.

Among the three, a young man with sharp eyes, star-like eyebrows, and an aura of sharp, unyielding edge radiating from his entire body was frowning.

He asked his two elder brothers, "Big Brother, Second Brother, are we going to listen to this Daoist Hongjun preach, or not?"

The middle-aged man, whose majestic bearing carried a trace of seven-part arrogance, sneered: "What of Hongjun? As Pangu's True Lineage, he Hongjun can achieve sanctification, but with the aptitude of our three brothers, perhaps in the future..."

"Second Brother!"

The remaining old man, whose expression was serene and detached as if nothing in the world could move him, spoke to interrupt the arrogant middle-aged man.

"Your eldest brother's cultivation has been stuck at the peak of the early-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal for some time. Perhaps Hongjun's Dao will allow your eldest brother to draw inferences about other things by analogy."

"Uh, since that is the case, then following Big Brother's words and going to listen won't hurt!"

On Phoenix Perch Mountain, a young man with a refined demeanor and a stunningly beautiful young girl in a palace dress joined forces to deploy a three-layer formation to guard their cave dwelling.

Just as the young man was pondering whether to deploy a few more layers, he heard the young girl urge him: "Hurry and go, Elder Brother. Three layers of formations are enough, and three thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye. Do not miss the hour."

Hearing this, the young man was startled, then chuckled and patted her head indulgently: "Alright, we'll listen to you, Younger Sister."

"Don't touch my head again!"

With that, the young girl glared at the young man and forcefully batted his hand away.

She turned, mounted a cloud, and flew out of Phoenix Perch Mountain first.

"Wait for me, Younger Sister!"

The young man rubbed his reddened palm, smiled, and followed after her.

Two piercing cries accompanied by a vast bell chime resounded through the firmament.

Within the Sun Star, which was filled with scorching True Fire, two golden rainbow trails carrying blazing flames soared into the sky, heading straight toward the space beyond the nine heavens.

The Sea of Blood, formed from Pangu's navel.

Blood waves rolled, a fishy stench pervaded, and a vortex suddenly appeared on the sea surface where countless souls and bleached bones floated.

A figure clad in blood-red robes emerged, riding a Twelve-Grade Red Lotus as he rose into the air.

On the chilling Northern Darkness Sea, a massive Kun suddenly leaped out from the deep sea.

Its mountain-like body broke the water's surface, transforming upon the wind into twin wings and the body of a Peng. As its wings spread out, it instantly soared straight up ninety thousand miles.

Longevity Mountain at the junction of the Eastern and Western lands, the Taiyin Star, the western side of Kunlun Mountain, Penglai Immortal Island in the East Sea...

Figures rising into the air headed toward the space beyond the nine heavens.

"Senior Brother, hurry! Hurry up!"

In the most remote and desolate Western Lands, a thin Daoist in plain Daoist robes urged another bald Daoist with a sorrowful expression and a yellow robe.

"Junior Brother, do not be anxious. It will be ready soon!"

After closing the mountain gate and activating the mountain-guarding array, the senior and junior brothers joined forces to drive a cloud and hastily flew toward the direction of the East.

"Senior Brother, aside from listening to the Dao on this trip, you must help me teach that bastard a lesson!"

Along the way, the thin Daoist said through gritted teeth to the bald Daoist beside him.

Upon hearing this, the bald Daoist's expression turned even more bitter.

With a long sigh, he once again advised: "Junior Brother, you are brooding again. Ever since we returned from the East last time, you have been unable to let go of this person. He is practically becoming your inner demon. Listen to your senior brother's advice: let it go, and cultivate properly as is fitting!"

These two were none other than the Two Sages of the West of later generations, Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Let it go?"

Hearing Jieyin's advice, Zhunti, for some reason, seemed to have his painful memories stirred up and burst into tears with a wailed cry.

Two lines of pure tears streamed down his thin cheeks.

"Wuwuwu..., I cannot let it go, Senior Brother! You have no idea how that beast treated me. I must avenge this grudge; just tell me whether you will help me or not!"

Hearing this, Jieyin let out yet another sigh.

Weren't they just taught a lesson by someone in the East without hurting their foundation? Why couldn't he let it go?

Ever since his junior brother returned from the East, he had constantly muttered about going back to find someone to exact revenge.

Yet whenever Jieyin asked what kind of grudge it was and what happened in the East, Zhunti refused to tell him, leaving Jieyin utterly helpless.

"Rest assured, you and I have been senior and junior brothers for so many years. If I don't help you, who will?"

Jieyin patted Zhunti's shoulder to comfort him.

Hearing these words, Zhunti slowly reined in his crying.

His eyes red, he looked off into the distance toward the East, a trace of ruthlessness unconsciously appearing on his face: You are all alone, while my senior brother and I are two. The advantage is mine, and damned Hong Yun, you just wait to die!