Preaching, Pangu Hall

Hong Yuan simply sat down where he was.

Without any further prompting, he opened his mouth and began to lecture on the Dao.

"What is the Dao?"

Before these beings could ponder, Hong Yuan continued speaking.

"There is a thing formed of chaos, born before Heaven and Earth, silent and void, standing alone and unchanging, moving in cycles without weariness. It may be regarded as the mother of all under Heaven. I do not know its name, so I style it 'the Dao.'"

"As for the Dao, it is high without limit, deep without measure, enveloping Heaven and Earth, receiving formlessness. Its source flows forth, filling yet never overflowing. Turbid, it settles slowly clear; it is applied inexhaustibly, without morning or evening."

And so, Hong Yuan paused from time to time.

He also gave them time to absorb.

A Yuan Hui passed swiftly, and with each interval, the auras of the three thousand living beings at the foot of Hong Yuan Mountain grew a little stronger.

When any being encountered something unclear, Hong Yuan would explain and elaborate one by one.

And these living beings finally began to undergo Form Transformation.

As they transformed, they modeled themselves after Hong Yuan's image, becoming rosy-cheeked lads and lasses.

Watching these chubby little children, Hong Yuan felt quite pleased.

At last, this Hong Yuan Realm had some liveliness to it.

In his delight, Hong Yuan extended his teachings for a few more days.

Thus, after another Yuan Hui had passed, Hong Yuan finally ceased his lecture.

Looking at the crowd of little children, Hong Yuan spoke with a smile: "This lecture ends here. My Hong Yuan Hall still needs some attendants. If you are willing, you may serve as lads and lasses in my hall."

Hearing Hong Yuan's words, the children's joy showed plainly on their faces. How could they be unwilling?

They knew this was a fortune others could only beg for and never obtain.

So they respectfully bowed their heads and knelt before Hong Yuan: "We are willing. We thank the Dao Venerable."

The reason they called Hong Yuan "Dao Venerable" was naturally due to the proclamation that had announced his birth.

Thus, someone had tentatively addressed Hong Yuan as Dao Venerable.

But when they did, everyone noticed that neither the Great Dao nor Hong Yuan showed any reaction. So all the living beings simply began calling Hong Yuan "Dao Venerable."

In the Primordial Wilderness, a person's title carried great significance.

Some appellations were not something ordinary beings could bear.

At the lightest, one's fortune would scatter; at worst, one would perish in both Dao and body.

If you dared to accept such a title, both the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao would strike you down!

But this did not include Hong Yuan himself.

Hell, this was his home. Couldn't he do whatever he wanted?

Let alone a mere title like Dao Venerable—as long as he didn't literally shit on the Great Dao's head, nothing much would happen.

But after thinking it over, Hong Yuan still spoke: "Since you are to be my lads and lasses, you may call me Master from now on."

With that, Hong Yuan waved his hand and bestowed upon all the children the Brand that would allow them to ascend the mountain.

Then he left behind one final sentence before departing the Hong Yuan Realm entirely.

"As my lads and lasses of Hong Yuan Hall, I now grant you the Brand to ascend the mountain. With this Brand, you may climb the mountain and tend to everything there. The steps along the way will also benefit you. Go now!"

"We send off Master with respect!"

All the lads and lasses of the Hong Yuan Realm bowed deeply, seeing Hong Yuan off.

After leaving Hong Yuan Hall, Hong Yuan appeared once more within the belly of Zhou Mountain.

And beside Hong Yuan Hall stood another divine hall.

It was Pangu Hall.

Looking at this hall, a trace of nostalgia surfaced on Hong Yuan's face.

"Elder Brother..."

Taking a deep breath, Hong Yuan walked straight into Pangu Hall.

Inside Pangu Hall, it was not as magnificent and grand as his own Hong Yuan Hall—in fact, it was somewhat plain.

From this alone, one could tell.

Just how deeply Pangu had doted on his younger brother.

And within Pangu Hall, Pangu's heart seemed to sense Hong Yuan's arrival. Its beating grew louder and louder, as if in joy.

"Elder Brother, I've finally achieved Form Transformation. Handsome, aren't I?"

As Hong Yuan offered his greeting, Pangu Hall began to hum and resonate.

As if it were answering Hong Yuan.

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Hong Yuan looked at Elder Brother's heart and couldn't help but smile a little more.

From Elder Brother's heart, he vaguely sensed a faint, lingering Brand of his brother.

Sure enough, Elder Brother hadn't lied to him; Elder Brother was merely asleep.

Not far from Pangu's heart, there was also a blood pool, upon which floated twelve drops of essence blood.

These would become the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the future.

At this moment, they had not yet awakened their intelligence.

Gazing at the future Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hong Yuan couldn't help but start thinking—should he give them a Primordial Spirit?

After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had yet to undergo Form Transformation and emerge into the world.

For Hong Yuan, this was not a difficult task.

"Forget it, I'll wait until they develop intelligence first. Otherwise, how will these guys remember Second Uncle's kindness to them?!"

Having made his decision, Hong Yuan didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he stayed in Pangu Hall for a thousand years.

Over this millennium, Hong Yuan recounted his experiences during this period.

He even told Pangu about how he had been struck by lightning not long ago.

Although Hong Yuan didn't know if Elder Brother could hear him.

He still found it endlessly amusing, even embellishing the story, hoping Pangu would wake up sooner so the two of them could go strike the Great Dao with lightning together.

Thus, ten thousand years passed, and Hong Yuan finally stood up.

"Elder Brother, alright, I'm going out to see our home. If I find anything fun, I'll come back and tell you!"

With that, Hong Yuan left this place.

He walked out of Zhou Mountain.

At this time, the Primordial Wilderness was still surging with Grievance and Fiendish Energy.

But compared to when heaven and earth first separated, it had already thinned considerably.

Even so, it was still too much for any existence below the Golden Immortal realm to handle.

Among the various Famous mountains, a touch of verdant green had also appeared.

However, if living beings were to be born, Hong Yuan estimated it would take another one or two Kalpas.

Thus, Hong Yuan began to travel through the Primordial Wilderness.

Soon, he decided on his next destination.

That was to visit Kunlun Mountain first.

After all, he had already seen the Twelve Ancestral Witches; he should also take a look at the Three Pure Ones, shouldn't he?

So, after determining the direction, Hong Yuan set off for Kunlun.

Even though Kunlun was not far from Zhou Mountain, it took Hong Yuan, with his cultivation at the Second Heaven of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, a full hundred years to get there.

Although he hadn't exerted his full power, his cultivation base was still there—he could teleport hundreds of light-years in an instant. Yet even so, it took him a full hundred years.

But upon second thought, it was only natural.

After all, Elder Brother had created the Primordial Wilderness by splitting the entire Chaos.

How vast Chaos was, he didn't know.

Perhaps only by reaching Elder Brother's level could one appear anywhere in an instant.

"Heh... my home, aside from everything else, is pretty big."

Hong Yuan muttered to himself.

At this moment, Hong Yuan finally arrived before Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, Kunlun Mountain had not yet emerged into the world. Its entire body was shrouded in a layer of mist, revealing only a faint outline.

But this was no obstacle for Hong Yuan.

With a slight wave of his hand, a gap appeared in the mist.

Hong Yuan walked straight in.

Say what you will, Kunlun Mountain truly deserved its later reputation as the ancestor of all mountains and a place of great blessings.

Especially now that Kunlun Mountain had not yet emerged, the spiritual energy contained within could be described as extremely dense.

Anyone below the Golden Immortal realm would find it impossible to move even an inch here.

Hong Yuan wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely made his way up the mountain.

Soon, he stopped before the Three Pure Ones' hidden formation.

With a thought, his entire person appeared directly inside the formation.