Hao Tian is so moved he wants to repay the favor

"Ah! Daoist Friend Di Jun, what are you saying? Meeting is fate. When you have time, feel free to visit my Jade Pillar Cave on Zhongnan Mountain, and we can discuss the Great Dao to our hearts' content."

Qing Huan extended the invitation politely, knowing full well that these two would certainly be busy with affairs after the sermon concluded.

After all, they had to become the Heavenly Emperors and consolidate the myriad races.

"Very well. My brother and I will certainly visit Daoist Friend Qing Huan's dojo when we have the time. I hope you won't find us a nuisance then," Tai Yi said with a laugh.

"Congratulations to Daoist Friend Qing Huan for finding a dojo. I was wondering why you were no longer at Buzhou Mountain. My younger sister and I wanted to visit you a few Huiyuan Eras ago, but I didn't expect you had already moved to a new home."

Fuxi realized Tai Yi was joking and quickly took over the conversation.

"Alas! The lightning tribulation there caused quite a bit of damage to my cave dwelling. Once the dojo lost its spiritual root, it lost its vitality. I had no choice but to look elsewhere."

Qing Huan shook his head with a sigh of regret.

Fuxi nodded, feeling a secret sense of envy.

After all, the advantage of a spiritual root taking human form is that the original body can be refined into a corresponding spiritual treasure. Since Qing Huan was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root, he must have already refined his original body into a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Anyone who possesses a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure is undoubtedly someone blessed with great Luck.

Just then, the heavy doors of the Zixiao Palace slowly creaked open, emitting a low, distant sound, as if it were the whisper of time itself.

Two Dao Children, appearing no more than seven or eight years old—one boy and one girl—stepped out with light, youthful strides.

The boy had delicate features and a clever glint in his eyes, while the girl was sweet and adorable, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples.

"Respected seniors, the time for the sermon has arrived. Please, enter."

The boy's youthful voice rang out.

However, the various great powers of the Primordial World did not take these two children seriously, and they transformed into streams of light, rushing into the Zixiao Palace.

Qing Huan observed Hao Tian and Yao Chi, pondering to himself: who would have thought that the future Heavenly Emperor and Lord of the Three Realms were currently standing here guarding the gate?

If he wanted to scheme for Luck, the Heavenly Court was an essential piece of the puzzle.

As for Di Jun's Demon Race Heavenly Court, Qing Huan was not particularly optimistic.

If Di Jun and Tai Yi could listen to him in the future and not rush into hegemony after establishing the Heavenly Court, but instead use the Great Formation of the Stars to convert Chaos Qi into the Innate Spiritual Qi of the Primordial World for the benefit of all, the Heavenly Dao Merit would skyrocket instantly...

Then, by managing the Heavenly Court diligently, canonizing the 365 main gods, and doing more things beneficial to the Primordial World, even the Heavenly Dao would not easily move against them.

But these two were born with the destiny of hegemony; if he tried to offer them advice, he feared they would find it difficult to listen.

It would be better to build a good relationship with Hao Tian now, so that he might be the first to ascend to heaven in the future and secure the position of Great Emperor Ziwei of the Eastern Pole...

Luck is something no one ever has enough of!

Seeing the crowd surging into the Zixiao Palace, Qing Huan walked over and stopped beside the child Haotian.

"I see that both of you are at the Golden Immortal realm; cultivation is not easy. I have two Wind Thunder Immortal Apricots here that can save you tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation and enhance your comprehension of the Law of Wind and Thunder."

Qing Huan waved his hand gently, and two immortal apricots appeared beside Hao Tian and Yao Chi.

These two apricots had skin with a lustrous sheen, and the aura of wind and thunder flowed within them, as if the Law of Wind and Thunder of heaven and earth had been condensed inside.

Taking a light sniff, a rich and unique fragrance wafted over, refreshing the mind and making one feel as if they were instantly placed in a wonderful realm where wind and thunder intertwined in perfect harmony.

"This... senior, we are merely gatekeeping children. We absolutely cannot accept this!"

Hao Tian and Yao Chi were flattered, their small faces turning bright red as they shook their heads like rattles.

"I have given them away; there is no reason to take them back. You two may accept them with peace of mind."

With that, Qing Huan and Houtu turned into streams of light and entered the Zixiao Palace.

"Senior Brother, should we tell the Master? I feel these immortal apricots are no worse than the Master's Ren Water Immortal Peach."

Yao Chi's small face was full of hesitation, as it was the first time she had received such a precious treasure.

Hao Tian frowned:

"Let us wait until the Master finishes the sermon before we report it!"

Hao Tian also realized that these immortal apricots were by no means ordinary innate spiritual fruits; he had never seen such a miraculous object before, and that senior had not looked down upon his and Yao Chi's origins.

He secretly made up his mind that if there were an opportunity in the future, he would certainly repay this senior well.

After entering the Zixiao Palace, Qing Huan and Houtu saw the innate lifeforms arguing fiercely over the seating order, as everyone understood the benefits of sitting in the front to listen to the sermon.

"Daoist Friend Qing Huan, why did you give those two gatekeeping children such precious spiritual fruits just now?"

Houtu asked, looking puzzled.

"Haha, it all lies in the word 'fate'. Fate is truly something wondrous!"

Qing Huan smiled, speaking in riddles to Houtu.

He couldn't very well tell Houtu that in the future, the Witch and Demon Races would be nearly wiped out, their vitality severely damaged, the Witch Clan nearly extinct, and the Demon Race forced to retreat to Northern Luzhou, only to be treated as targets for earning merit from time to time...

And that this gatekeeper would eventually become the Lord of the Three Realms...

Houtu looked blank.

"I don't understand what you're saying anyway. Let's hurry and find a place to sit. It's the same wherever we listen to the sermon; you and I will sit in the back, at least it will be easier to leave when the time comes."

Qing Huan smiled and flashed over to the very last seat to sit down.

Houtu had no intention of competing with these lifeforms; her main purpose in coming this time was to resolve the doubts in her heart.

Thus, the two of them sat in the second-to-last and last of the Three Thousand Mortal Guests seats.

Had Qing Huan not appeared, Houtu would have been the latest to arrive at Zixiao Palace, even later than Zhunti and Jieyin.

Now, the last place had become Qing Huan, while Houtu moved up one spot to become the second-to-last.

As for the prayer mats representing the six Sages ordained by the Heavenly Dao, Qing Huan felt that even if he snatched one, it would be useless.

Since you already know they are ordained by Heaven, trying to snatch one is just looking down on the Heavenly Dao, isn't it?

To him, as long as he could listen to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, that was enough.

After all, listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace for three thousand years was equivalent to thirty million years in the outside world; listening while contemplating was much faster than struggling bitterly on his own.

If he really had to rely on his own cultivation, he wouldn't reach the Golden Immortal of the Origin for several million Yuanhui.

Qing Huan felt this deeply, as it had taken him a full fifty-six thousand Yuanhui from the start of his cultivation to reach Great Luo...

The hardships involved were truly not something that could be told to outsiders...

Listening to the sermons in Zixiao Palace three times guaranteed one would reach the Quasi-Sage realm; as long as one wasn't born too late or lacked too much foundation and fortune, there was a chance to become a Quasi-Sage.

Just then, two streams of light flew in, heading straight for the six prayer mats at the very front.

"Hahahaha."

Qing Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Those around him cast puzzled glances his way.

"Hmph, a Sage's dojo, yet so ignorant of etiquette."

One of the Innate Lifeforms reprimanded him.

Qing Huan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these people who, in his eyes, were "about to die."

Of these Three Thousand Mortal Guests in Zixiao Palace, at most only a few dozen would ultimately survive.