At the foot of Mount Sumeru
Hongjun was immersed in the grief of his close friends' deaths, his eyes reddened as though he were truly expressing his feelings~
"Qiankun, Yin Yang, we have known each other for endless ages, and now you..."
Yet when his gaze landed on the various spiritual treasures floating in the air, the grief in his heart lessened somewhat. After all, he could "look at objects and remember people."
"Since my close friends have departed, I shall take in these spiritual treasures. I absolutely cannot let them gather dust."
Thus, he collected all those spiritual treasures, allowing them to continue shining and serving their purpose,
The Taiji Diagram radiated an unfathomable aura, its reputation as an Innate Supreme Treasure resounding far and wide,
The Yin Yang Mirror flickered with a dim light, and it too was a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. The Qiankun Cauldron was even more extraordinary, possessing the wondrous ability to turn acquired objects into innate ones.
As for the remaining mid-grade and low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, they were too numerous to count. As several great powers of the primordial era, they naturally possessed an abundance of spiritual treasures.
Having said that, he swept out his broad sleeve. The Taiji Diagram, Yin Yang Mirror, Qiankun Cauldron, and numerous other Innate Spiritual Treasures, regardless of rank, were all taken into his possession.
"Hm?"
"These cannot be left behind either. Their murderous aura is too strong. If they remain here, they might harm the living beings of the West!"
Seeing the Four Swords of Zhu Xian scattered about, Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand and collected them.
With the Jade Disk of Creation above his head, Hongjun's figure rose gracefully and shot straight into the depths of chaos.
He used a great divine ability to move chaotic boulders. In no more than three to five years, a magnificent dojo resembling a celestial realm was completed beyond the Thirty-three Heavens. This was Zixiao Palace.
Chaotic qi swirled outside the palace. The halls appeared and disappeared within the hazy mist, seeming both real and illusory. An otherworldly feeling washed over anyone who saw it,
Only powerhouses above the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm could resist the erosion of chaotic qi. Without great divine abilities and immense fortune, no one could reach this place.
"Lying high amid the nine layers of clouds, I comprehend the truth upon my cushion. Beyond Heaven and Earth, beyond black and yellow, I shall be revered as the Sect Leader."
One day, above the land of the Primordial World,
A voice profound beyond measure came from above the chaos. Immediately afterward, an invisible and intangible yet incomparably majestic sacred might swept across the entire Primordial Continent,
"I am Hongjun, and today I have proved the Dao and become a Saint. Those with fate may come to Zixiao Palace beyond the Thirty-Six Heavens after one yuanhui to hear my Great Dao!"
The voice was like a huge stone thrown into water, stirring up enormous waves. The myriad races of the Primordial World instantly grew restless, each rubbing their fists and making plans in their hearts.
As for why they were rubbing their fists? Of course, it was to eliminate the other races competing alongside them,
If someone from a race that had friction with their own happened to catch a Saint's eye and become his disciple, wouldn't their own race be in danger? They could not let such a thing happen. They had to prevent it at all costs,
In the thatched courtyard of the Sanqing on Mount Kunlun, Primordial Heavenly Venerate witnessed someone else being the first to become a Saint. He could not help frowning tightly and sighing repeatedly:
"As descendants of Pangu's orthodox lineage, we have actually fallen behind others..."
Laozi remained calm and said indifferently:
"Yuanshi, there is no need to be so dispirited. On the path of cultivation, the accomplished are teachers. Facing a great power like Hongjun, we should maintain a humble heart and seek guidance with an open mind."
Lord of the Heavens laughed heartily. "What Eldest Brother said is exactly right,"
At this moment, Shi Yu, standing to the side, smiled and looked toward the three honored elders. "Master, and my two Martial Uncles, in my opinion, all three of you possess profound blessings, naturally bestowed opportunities, and great perseverance. The path to sainthood is within reach."
He secretly pondered that with the merit left behind by Great God Pangu supporting them, his three Martial Uncles would naturally become Saints as easily as water flowing along its course. When the time came, as the eldest disciple of the Xuanmen, he would definitely maintain good relations among the three of them. If anyone tried to sow discord, he would be the first to step forward. If he could not defeat them, he would report to his master and ask him to uphold justice.
However, there would soon be another Grand Martial Uncle. What gift should he present? After thinking it over, it seemed that he was the junior here. Moreover, as the eldest disciple of the Xuanmen, he ought to ask his Grand Martial Uncle for a spiritual treasure instead.
Mount Buzhou
The dojo of Nuwa and Fuxi was located here, and it was renowned as the highest peak in the Primordial World,
Everyone who passed by stopped to look up in awe and unanimously exclaimed, "It's so beautiful, Primordial World~"
Within the dojo on the mountain,
Fuxi gazed at Nuwa, who was playing with mud, and said gently, "Little Sister, what do you think about Saint Hongjun's lecture on the Dao?"
Nuwa abruptly tossed aside the clay sculpture in her hands, determination shining in her phoenix eyes. "Elder Brother, I want to go. I have a feeling deep down that an opportunity is waiting for me there."
"Mm-hmm, it's better not to go. The outside world is too dangerous~"
"What? You're going!"
Hearing this, worry appeared on Fuxi's face. "Little Sister, this matter may be dangerous. I'm afraid you'll get hurt!"
He thought that since Zixiao Palace was located beyond the chaos, if his precious little sister got even slightly scratched or bumped, his heart would ache terribly.
Nuwa gave him a light sidelong glance, her brows knitting slightly. "Elder Brother, our cultivation has already touched a bottleneck. This lecture may be the opportunity for us to break through."
"And besides, didn't we agree that when our opinions differ, we listen to me? When our opinions agree, we listen to you?"
Seeing his little sister's expression, Fuxi knew that his big brotherly authority could not overcome her delicate, snow-white arms.
Seeing that her mind was made up, Fuxi could not say anything more and nodded helplessly. "Since that is the case, Elder Brother will clear the way for you. I only need to ensure that Little Sister makes the journey safely,"
"Hehe, then thank you, Elder Brother~"
Nuwa smiled faintly, then lowered her head again and began kneading the mud.
Fuxi sighed softly. He gently stroked his Companion Spiritual Treasure, the Fuxi Qin. The lingering sound of the qin expressed his worry~
Within Wuzhuang Temple
A Ginseng Fruit Tree towered into the sky, its vast vitality permeating the entire dojo.
Zhen Yuanzi wore a Purple Gold Crown, draped himself in a Carefree Crane Cloak, and held a jade-green horsetail whisk. He watched as a red-robed Daoist in front of him grabbed a Ginseng Fruit in each hand.
"I have to say, I really have to say, this fruit is incredibly juicy."
The red-robed Daoist happily ate the Ginseng Fruits one after another
Zhen Yuanzi asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, what do you think? Should we go to Zixiao Palace or stay here?"
Hong Yun wiped the fruit juice from the corner of his mouth and laughed heartily. "Of course we should go. It is rare for the Primordial World to be this lively. How could I, Hong Yun, be absent!"
Zhen Yuanzi shook his head as he watched Hong Yun laugh boisterously. His closest friend was good in every way, except that he was a little too lacking in wariness toward others...
"Very well, I shall go with you, so we can look after each other."
He knew that most of those journeying to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao in the Primordial World were deep schemers. Without him accompanying his simple-minded old friend, Hong Yun might be plotted against by others and end up with his corpse lying exposed and his bones scattered.
In a remote mountain valley in the West, the disheveled Zhunti and Jieyin stopped what they were doing when they heard the news that Hongjun would lecture on the Dao.
They were currently repairing the spiritual veins of the West. However, their cultivation was limited, while the damaged spiritual veins of the West were simply too vast,
Zhunti excitedly danced with joy:
"Woe! If we can learn this method of becoming a Saint, the West will escape its barrenness and return to its former peak. That day will be just around the corner!"
The two beat their chests and stamped their feet, tears of age streaming down their faces as they raised their heads and gave a long howl
In the North Sea, the Blood Sea, the Sun Star, Pangu Temple, and various other places, the great powers of the Primordial World all made up their minds. They were determined to hurry to Zixiao Palace, hear the supreme Great Dao of the Saint, and seek the rare opportunities and creations that could be encountered but not forced.
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