Dong Wang Gong's Disgrace, Master and Disciple's Feelings Warm

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure vanished, yet the lingering Dao resonance within Zixiao Palace still left everyone in awe.

The faces of the great cultivators were more or less filled with the joy of their gains and anticipation for the next sermon.

However, there were always those who wanted to seize this rare opportunity.

Dong Wang Gong held the Dragon Head Staff bestowed by Hongjun, feeling the power contained within this Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure. He had also received the title "Head of Male Immortals," and was currently brimming with pride and ambition.

Seeing that everyone was about to depart, he cleared his throat, adjusted his robes, and walked to the entrance of Zixiao Palace, attempting to display the majesty of the "Head of Male Immortals."

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"

Dong Wang Gong's voice was loud, trying to attract everyone's attention.

Some rogue cultivators with lower cultivation levels, or those who already intended to pledge allegiance, stopped and looked at him curiously.

But the top great cultivators like the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun and Tai Yi, Nuwa and Fuxi, Zhenyuanzi, Jieyin and Zhunti, acted as if they hadn't heard anything. Their footsteps didn't falter, and they turned into streams of light, preparing to leave directly.

Dong Wang Gong felt a bit embarrassed and quickly shouted at the backs of the Three Pure Ones.

"Fellow Daoist Lao Tzu, Fellow Daoist Primordial, Fellow Daoist Tongtian! You three are the direct descendants of Pangu, with profound Dao methods. If you are willing to help me manage the male immortals of the Great Desolation and build order together, you will surely..."

Lao Tzu didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate snorted coldly, not hiding the disdain in his eyes, and actually quickened his pace.

Tongtian Sect Master, however, glanced back at him, his expression strange, as if looking at a rare specimen. He then shook his head and disappeared on his sword light.

Dong Wang Gong's face stiffened, and he hurriedly turned to Di Jun and Tai Yi.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, Fellow Daoist Tai Yi! You two are the Sun Star Lords, born with imperial aura. If we join forces..."

Tai Yi directly summoned the Chaos Bell. The bell's chime rippled, tearing through the chaos, and he couldn't be bothered to respond.

Di Jun did stop, turned around, and with a half-smile on his face, cupped his hands and said.

"Since Fellow Daoist Dong Wang Gong has the mandate from the Dao Ancestor, you should naturally do your best. My brother and I are used to a leisurely life and fear we can't be of much help. Farewell."

His words were polite, but his refusal was direct. After speaking, he and Tai Yi transformed into golden rainbows and flew away.

Dong Wang Gong was still not giving up and looked at Nuwa and Fuxi.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi! You two..."

Nuwa and Fuxi were even more decisive. Before Dong Wang Gong could even speak, they had already transformed into two streams of white and green light and rushed into the chaos, not even leaving their backs for him to see.

Jieyin and Zhunti walked past him. Zhunti even kindly reminded him.

"Fellow Daoist Dong Wang Gong, you have a heavy responsibility. Take care of yourself."

The teasing in his tone made Dong Wang Gong's face turn pale and then red.

Kunpeng walked past with a gloomy expression, not even looking at him. Zhenyuanzi, walking with Hongyun, merely nodded slightly at him before quickly leaving.

In the end, only a few dozen rogue cultivators remained by Dong Wang Gong's side, most of whom were at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm or had just broken through to Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and were eager to find a backer.

Looking at the backs of the top great cultivators leaving without a backward glance, and then at the insignificant figures beside him, Dong Wang Gong's earlier pride and ambition dissipated by more than half. A sense of immense loss and embarrassment surged within him.

This made Dong Wang Gong very unhappy. These people actually didn't give him, the Head of Male Immortals, any face at all.

When he unified the Great Desolation, he would make them pay!

In the chaos, Nuwa and Fuxi walked side by side.

"It seems Dong Wang Gong has let the title of Head of Male Immortals muddle his mind. He actually dares to fantasize about leading all the male immortals."

Fuxi shook his head and chuckled, feeling quite disdainful of Dong Wang Gong's actions.

Dong Wang Gong's strength might be good, having taken form from innate yang energy and possessing an imperial destiny.

However, there were not a few in the Great Desolation whose strength was equal to or even surpassed his. If he wanted to make all the great cultivators bow down with just the title of Head of Male Immortals, he might as well dream.

Nuwa's expression was calm.

"The Dao Ancestor's actions might have a deeper meaning. However, the order of the Great Desolation cannot be constrained by a mere title."

What she was thinking about were Qing Xuan's inner thoughts. The schemes of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun were everywhere. This Dong Wang Gong was probably just a pawn.

The two stopped talking and focused on their journey.

Thirty thousand years of listening to the Dao had brought them immense gains. Not only had their cultivation advanced significantly, but they also had a clear understanding of the path beyond Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Although they were already wary of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun in their hearts, the insights into the Great Dao itself were substantial.

Soon, their dojo on Fengqi Mountain was in sight.

Passing through the strengthened mountain protection formation, familiar scenes came into view.

By the warm spring, on that green stone, Qing Xuan was indeed still lying there, his posture barely changed.

But the cultivation aura emanating from him made Nuwa and Fuxi freeze simultaneously.

Golden Immortal Perfection!

In just thirty thousand years! He had leaped from the middle stage of Mystic Immortal to Golden Immortal Perfection?!

This speed... was simply unbelievable!

"Huh? Master! Martial Uncle! You're back!"

Sensing their presence, Qing Xuan opened his eyes, grinned, and jumped off the bluestone to greet them.

"Did your journey to listen to the Dao go smoothly? Did you encounter anything interesting?"

[Judging by their expressions, it must have gone well. They definitely kept their cushions!]

[But Master and my eldest brother-in-law's auras feel even stronger. It seems they gained a lot.]

[Hmm? Why does Master's gaze at me feel a bit strange again?]

Nuwa suppressed the astonishment in her heart, trying to make her tone sound natural.

"Yes, everything went smoothly. It seems you haven't slacked off in your cultivation these past thirty thousand years."

She really couldn't bring herself to say the words "diligently cultivating."

Fuxi, on the other hand, circled Qing Xuan twice, marveling.

"Martial Nephew, your cultivation speed truly makes this Martial Uncle of yours feel ashamed."

Qing Xuan chuckled and brushed it off.

"Perhaps it's because the Spirit Calming Dao Infusion Pearl you gave me was particularly effective. I just broke through while sleeping."

[The Primordial Spirit Gathering Array was the main reason!]

[But Master and Martial Uncle are back, does that mean the first Preaching of the Dao has ended?]

[Then Dong Wang Gong and Queen Mother of the West will appear next, and the Demon Race will be established.]

Nuwa's heart skipped a beat!

Dong Wang Gong indeed met a grim end!

Nuwa smiled at Qing Xuan and said, "Your Master and Martial Uncle have gained immense benefits from listening to the Dao this time. We've already faintly touched the realm above Grand Unity. We'll go into seclusion for a while, and then we'll preach the Dao to you again."

[Above Grand Unity is Primordial Golden Immortal, which is Quasi-Sage.]

[During the second lecture, that old man Hongjun will likely teach the method of Slaying Three Corpses. The Great Desolation will then enter the era of Quasi-Sages.]

[But that old man really had ill intentions. While teaching the method of Slaying Three Corpses, he hid the most crucial part.]

[The Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasures used for Slaying Three Corpses must be of the same origin to merge into one after all three corpses are slain.]

Looking across the Great Desolation, none of the powerful beings became Sages after Slaying Three Corpses.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Lao Tzu slew all three corpses but couldn't complete the fusion, so he had to rely on establishing a sect to become a Sage.

Primordial and Tongtian were the same.

Nuwa became a Sage through the merit of creating humans.

Not to mention Jieyin and Zhunti, the two "Flower-Grasping" Sages.

Hongjun's move directly severed the path to Dao for the entire Great Desolation.

Nuwa felt fortunate that Qing Xuan was there.

Thinking of how Qing Xuan's thoughts had unknowingly helped her so much, the softest part of Nuwa's heart was touched.

She suddenly reached out and gently ruffled Qing Xuan's hair. Her movements were somewhat awkward but carried an unprecedented tenderness.

Qing Xuan froze instantly, his eyes wide open.

[Holy crap?! What's going on?!]

[Did the sun rise in the west? Am I dreaming? Master is actually being this gentle?!]

[Could it be... could it be that I was cursed by some strange Chaos Demon God in the chaos? Causing her to lose her mind?]

"..."

The fleeting emotion Nuwa had just felt vanished instantly, and a vein twitched on her forehead.

She withdrew her hand, glared at him irritably, "Always thinking nonsense! Go cultivate properly!"

With that, she turned and walked towards her cave dwelling, her earlobes slightly flushed.

Fuxi, watching from the side, was stunned, then broke into a knowing smile. He patted the still bewildered Qing Xuan's shoulder and left with a smile.

[So... what exactly just happened?]

[But... Master's hand was quite soft...]

Nuwa, who had already walked far away, stumbled and almost fell. She glanced back fiercely in Qing Xuan's direction and quickened her pace, disappearing.

In the dojo, the warm spring still bubbled, and the exotic fragrance still permeated the air. However, certain subtle emotions had, unknowingly, quietly begun to sprout like seeds.