The Primordial Era's Innate Divine Body

The Three Pure Ones stared at them, their expressions extremely grim—in their eyes, the Chaos Bell was formed from Pangu's Axe and should have belonged to the Three Pure Ones.

However, now this Chaos Bell had fallen into the hands of an outsider, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, and he had used it to put everyone in their place!

The Three Pure Ones' gazes towards Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi immediately filled with hostility.

If Di Jun and Tai Yi did not possess the same peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, giving the Three Pure Ones no sure chance of victory, they would have likely already seized it.

Di Jun and Tai Yi also sensed the sharp, sword-like gazes from the Three Pure Ones, knowing their actions had offended everyone present.

Therefore, they no longer harbored any intention of befriending them. They simply found a remote spot, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the day Purple Heaven Palace would open for teachings.

Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, another thousand four hundred years passed. During these fourteen hundred years, nearly three thousand Innate mighty figures such as Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng, Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, Houtu, and Xuan Ming gathered before the gates of Purple霄 Palace.

With so many mighty figures gathered, the scene was not at all boisterous.

The cultivators each found a spot to cultivate, with no intention of conversing.

Occasionally, those who were acquainted would form small circles, but they all communicated through divine sense transmission, undetectable to outsiders.

At this moment, Li Peng was sitting with Fuxi, Nuwa, Xihe, and Changxi at a spot before the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace, waiting for the palace doors to open.

This spot had been claimed by Li Peng early on.

He knew the importance of the first six seats, while others were still unaware, so no one came to contend with him for it.

"Brother Li, it's been fourteen hundred years, why haven't the doors of Purple Heaven Palace opened yet?" Changxi asked curiously.

"Just wait a little longer, it should be soon," Li Peng said with a smile, comforting her.

As soon as his words fell, the great doors of the Purple Heaven Palace slowly opened.

In an instant, the gazes of all the mighty figures in the plaza snapped towards the palace doors.

As soon as the doors opened a crack, Li Peng, along with Fuxi, Nuwa, Changxi, and Xihe, rushed in.

The Three Pure Ones nearby, seeing their actions, did not hesitate to follow closely.

The other mighty figures were stunned at first, then they all surged towards the palace doors.

For a moment, the Innate mighty figures crowded together.

Kunpeng, worthy of being a leader in the path of speed, despite his poor starting position, charged ahead of everyone with his extreme speed.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, having offended both Li Peng and the Three Pure Ones from the start, had chosen rather remote positions. Even with their utmost effort, they could only barely reach the upper-middle area.

As soon as Li Peng entered the Purple Firmament Palace, he led Nuwa, Fuxi, Changxi, and Xihe straight towards the foremost seats beneath the nine-tiered jade platform. As soon as he sat in the first seat, he intended to contend for seats for Fuxi, Nuwa, Changxi, and Xihe. However, before he could act, Laozi appeared in the adjacent seat, followed by Yuanshi and Tongtian each taking a seat.

Seeing this, Fuxi hurriedly pushed Nuwa forward, allowing her to sit in the fifth seat. After settling Nuwa, Fuxi turned towards the sixth seat. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to make a move, he saw a gloomy-looking middle-aged man flash past him and seize the sixth seat first. Fuxi could only sigh lightly and quietly sat behind Nuwa.

Changxi and Xihe, seeing that all six front seats were taken, quietly sat down behind Li Peng. Afterward, the remaining mighty figures began to enter Purple Heaven Palace one after another. Seeing that the six front seats were already occupied, everyone felt they had missed an opportunity, but this thought vanished in an instant. The powerful figures then chose their own seats below.

Li Peng sat comfortably in the foremost seat, observing the scene before him with great interest. "This time Hong Yun isn't in the front row, I wonder how Zhunti and Jieyin will secure a front-row seat? Could it be Kunpeng's turn to foolishly give up his seat? I'm eager to see how things unfold." he mused inwardly.

Before long, all the mighty figures were seated, and Purple Heaven Palace returned to silence. Surprisingly, although everyone had entered, the palace doors had still not closed. Li Peng's mind stirred: "Is Hongjun waiting for Zhunti and Jieyin?"

As he was contemplating, two middle-aged men, ragged, disheveled, and with pained expressions, walked into the palace. Seeing them in such a state, many mighty figures showed disdain, and Changxi and Xihe also revealed looks of disgust—women have always favored beautiful things and naturally felt aversion towards such beggar-like attire. After Zhunti and Jieyin entered the palace, they first carefully surveyed the surroundings.

At this moment, they noticed the six seats in front were particularly conspicuous, and they could vaguely feel a great opportunity emanating from those six seats.

Zhunti's eyes darted, and he had an idea.

Zhunti suddenly burst into loud sobs.

"My brother and I come from the impoverished West. As soon as we heard Saint Hongjun was preaching, we rushed here without a moment's delay.

Unfortunately, we encountered a Chaos Tide along the way, and after experiencing life and death, we finally arrived.

But now we are still a step too late, and there isn't even a seat for us.

If we cannot hear clearly the Dao laws Saint Hongjun teaches, and cannot return to teach the ignorant beings in the West, what face will we have to return to the West?

I might as well end it all here!" Zhunti said with a sorrowful expression.

As he spoke, Zhunti's tears streamed down.

As soon as he finished speaking, he made as if to dash himself against one of the pillars of Purple霄 Palace.

Jieyin, standing beside him, quickly pulled Zhunti back, his face full of sorrow as he persuaded, "Brother! We cannot die! Countless beings in the West are waiting for us to return and enlighten them! If we die, what will become of the beings in the West!"

Only then did Zhunti stop, and he and Jieyin embraced and wept bitterly.

The scene could be described as deeply moving and incredibly tragic.

The mighty figures present, however, merely watched with cold eyes; no one intended to give up their seats.

At this moment, a voice rang out.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be sad. I shall yield my seat to you."

Li Peng was startled by the sound, then saw a person in a red robe stand up from the second row.

"This must be Hong Yun. Truly endearingly naive!

However, the seat you are sitting in is no longer one of the six seats in the front row.

With things as they are now, will Zhunti and Jieyin still accept your offered seat? I'm truly looking forward to it," Li Peng thought.

As he was thinking this, Zhunti and Jieyin in the hall stared dumbfounded at the person in red.

Their target had originally been the six seats in front of them!

But with Hong Yun's disruption—

Zhunti and Jieyin had no choice but to accept.

Otherwise, all the powerful beings present would see through their intentions.

As the two were in a dilemma, Zhunti's gaze suddenly fell upon Kunpeng, who was sitting in the sixth seat.

He immediately came up with a plan.

"Kunpeng, you creature of fur and feathers, what right do you have to sit in the front row? Get down here at once!" Zhunti shouted sternly.

With Zhunti's shout, the gazes of all the powerful beings in Zixiao Palace turned towards Kunpeng.

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng was instantly enraged and was about to retort—

Just then, Yuanshi, sitting in the third position, spoke proudly:

"Exactly! A creature like you, of fur and feathers, is fit to sit here?"

Li Peng frowned upon hearing this, as he himself belonged to the category of "fur and feathers" that Yuanshi mentioned.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Ding! Detected your current situation, please make a choice!"

"Choice 1: Ignore the humiliation from Yuanshi and Zhunti and continue to observe. Reward: A pack of melon seeds, one small stool for watching shows!"

"Choice 2: Rage at Zhunti and Yuanshi, inciting the wrath of the crowd. Reward: Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root—Dao Comprehension Tea Tree!"

"Choice 3: Rage at Zhunti and Yuanshi, and drive Yuanshi from the front six seats. Reward: A wisp of pure Pangu's Primordial Spirit, two drops of Pangu's Essence Blood!"

"Please choose as soon as possible!"

Hearing the reward for the third option, Li Peng's heart pounded.

Pangu's Primordial Spirit and Pangu's Essence Blood! If he could refine them, his aptitude would undoubtedly improve again, and he might even have a chance to forge a Chaos Demon God's body.

However, after seeing the quest details, he immediately abandoned this option.

Yuanshi was a Saint destined by the Heavenly Dao, how could he be easily driven from his seat? Moreover, Laozi and Tongtian were by his side, the Three Pure Ones united before their separation. If Yuanshi were driven away, Laozi and Tongtian would surely leave the front six seats with him. At that time, without the Three Pure Ones making a move, Hongjun would probably destroy him with a single palm.

Thinking of this, Li Peng decisively ruled out Choice 3.

Next, his gaze fell upon the first two options. With just a glance, he directly chose the second option—the rewards for the first option were truly meager, consisting of mundane items like melon seeds and a stool.

After making his selection, Li Peng immediately spoke, "Listening to the words of the two fellow Daoists, you look down on us creatures of fur and feathers?"

As soon as his voice fell, hundreds of angry gazes from all around shot towards Yuanshi and Zhunti, including top powers like Di Jun and Tai Yi.

In an instant, Yuanshi and Zhunti froze on the spot, at a loss. They never expected that a casual remark would offend so many powerful beings.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, an extremely majestic voice echoed through Zixiao Palace.

"No clamoring within Zixiao Palace!"

As the voice faded, the many powerful beings in the hall felt as if they were carrying a thousand mountains, and even breathing became difficult.

Everyone's face showed surprise, and their gazes all turned towards the nine-layered cloud platform.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared on the cloud platform.

Seeing this, all the powerful beings bowed in salute:

"We greet the Saint!"

The few powerful beings who had been arguing earlier broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that their actions would anger the Saint. If the Saint were angered, being forbidden from listening to the sermon would be a minor matter; if they were all ** with a single palm, regret would be too late.

"You may all rise."

Upon hearing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, they saw an old man with white robes and white eyebrows seated at the top of the nine-layered cloud platform.

This old man appeared ** and ordinary, yet his specific features were like looking at flowers in the mist, difficult to discern.

Just as everyone was concentrating and observing, Saint Hongjun spoke again:

"From now on, the seating arrangements are fixed and cannot be changed."

Li Peng was slightly stunned. Zhunti and Jieyin had not yet secured their seats. Could it be that Hongjun intended to disregard them?

As soon as this thought arose, Hongjun flicked his sleeve, and two ** suddenly appeared beside Kunpeng.

"Zhunti, Jieyin, you two will sit here from now on," Hongjun said calmly.

Zhunti and Jieyin were tearful and repeatedly bowed in thanks:

"Thank you, Saint Hongjun! Thank you, Saint Hongjun!"

All the powerful beings present looked on with envy, not expecting the Saint to specially arrange seats for these two disheveled individuals.

Seeing this arrangement, Li Peng felt it was reasonable. In the past, Hongjun had fought with Demon Ancestor Luohu for the position of Saint, which resulted in the destruction of the Western land veins, leaving it barren and desolate. This karma would eventually fall upon Zhunti and Jieyin, who aspired to revitalize the West.

In the original historical trajectory, Hongjun had used two Saint positions to repay the karma of the West.

Now, Hongjun took out two more ** and placed them in the first row, bestowing them upon Zhunti and Jieyin.

From this, it seemed Hongjun still intended to settle his karma with the West using two Saint positions.

However, in the original history of the Primordial Era, there were only six ** in the first row.

Now that the ** had increased to eight, this meant there could be as many as eight Saints in the Primordial Era.

Then, why were there only six Saints in the original history of the Primordial Era?

Did Hongjun add these two Saint positions himself?

If that were the case, Hongjun's influence before the Heavenly Dao was too immense.

Or perhaps, Hongjun had other plans?

Just as Li Peng was contemplating, Dao Ancestor Hongjun began to expound on the Great Dao.

As the Dao Ancestor began his lecture, heavenly flowers rained down in the Purple霄 Palace, golden lotuses surged, Heavenly Dao laws manifested, and endless auspicious signs appeared.

In an instant, all the great beings present were immersed in comprehending the Dao.

Li Peng was no exception.

As Dao Ancestor Hongjun explained, many of Li Peng's past confusions were resolved one by one.

The great beings in the hall either cried or laughed, or frowned deeply, displaying all sorts of human conditions in the Purple Heaven Palace.

Time flowed, and a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. Dao Ancestor Hongjun also stopped lecturing.

"If any of you have questions, you may ask them," Dao Ancestor Hongjun said calmly.

"May I ask, Teacher, what is the Dao? Where is the Dao?" Laozi asked impatiently.

"All things in heaven and earth are the Dao; the Dao is all things. The Dao is in everyone's heart, and it is also between heaven and earth," Dao Ancestor Hongjun replied calmly.

"May I ask, Teacher, how does one become a Saint?" Yuanshi asked next.

As this question was posed, everyone present looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun with fervent gazes.

"There are three methods to become a Saint. The best is to emulate the Great God Pangu and prove the Dao through strength.

The middle choice is to prove the Dao by severing three corpses.

The lowest is to prove the Dao through merit.

I myself proved the Dao by severing three corpses," Dao Ancestor Hongjun responded calmly.

Upon hearing this, Li Peng's heart was filled with doubt.