Hongjun: The Old Daoist Wants to Preach!

Under Mount Sumeru

Hongjun was immersed in the grief of his dear friend's demise, his eyes red as if truly moved.

"Qiankun, Yin Yang, you've accompanied me for endless years, and now you..."

However, as his gaze fell upon the various spiritual treasures floating in the air, his grief lessened somewhat. After all, he could "see the object and think of the person."

"Since my dear friends have departed, I shall take care of these spiritual treasures. They must not be allowed to gather dust."

Thus, he collected all these spiritual treasures, allowing them to continue to shine and radiate their brilliance.

The Taiji Diagram exuded an unfathomable aura, its reputation as a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure well-known.

The Yin Yang Mirror flickered with a dim light, also a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. The Qiankun Cauldron was even more extraordinary, possessing the ability to revert the acquired to the innate.

There were countless other mid-grade and low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. As some of the most powerful beings in the early Primordial World, they naturally possessed a great many spiritual treasures.

With a wave of his sleeve, he swept the Taiji Diagram, Yin Yang Mirror, Qiankun Cauldron, and many other Innate Spiritual Treasures, regardless of their rank, into his possession.

"Hm?"

"These can't be left behind either. The killing intent is too strong; leaving them here might harm the beings of the West!"

Looking at the scattered Four Swords of Zhu Xian, Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand and collected them.

With the Jade Disk of Creation atop his head, Hongjun's figure floated up, heading straight into the depths of chaos.

He unleashed his great divine abilities, moving chaotic primordial stones. In just three to five years, a magnificent dojo, resembling a fairyland, was completed beyond the thirty-third heaven. This was Zixiao Palace.

Outside the palace, chaotic energy swirled, and the palace itself flickered in and out of existence within the misty vapor, appearing both real and illusory, exuding an otherworldly aura.

Only those above the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm could withstand the erosion of chaotic energy; it was a place unattainable by those without great divine abilities and fortune.

"High I recline in the ninth cloud, a straw cushion calms the true Dao. Beyond heaven and earth, yellow and dark, I shall be the master of this sect."

One day, upon the land of the Primordial World, A profound and mysterious voice echoed from the chaos, followed by an invisible yet supremely majestic saintly might that swept across the entire Primordial Continent.

"I am Hongjun, and I have now attained sainthood. Those with fate, after one Yuan cycle, may proceed to Zixiao Palace beyond the thirty-sixth heaven to hear my Great Dao!"

This voice was like a boulder dropped into water, stirring up colossal waves. All races of the Primordial World instantly became restless, each sharpening their weapons, harboring their own calculations.

As for why they were sharpening their weapons? Naturally, it was to eliminate other competing races.

What if someone from a race that had friction with their own was favored by the saint and taken as a disciple? Wouldn't their own race then be in danger? Such a thing could not be allowed to happen; it must be prevented.

In the thatched hut of the Sanqing on Kunlun Mountain, Primordial Heavenly Venerate, witnessing someone else achieve sainthood before them, couldn't help but frown deeply and sigh repeatedly:

"We, as Pangu's true descendants, have actually fallen behind others..."

Laozi, however, maintained a calm expression and said indifferently:

"Primordial, there's no need to be so dejected. On the path of cultivation, the accomplished are the teachers. When facing a mighty being like Hongjun, one should maintain humility and seek knowledge earnestly."

Lord of the Heavens laughed heartily, "Elder Brother speaks the truth."

At this moment, Shi Yu, standing nearby, looked at the three elders with a smile. "Master, Second Uncle, in my opinion, the three of you are blessed with profound fortune, destined by fate, and possess great perseverance. The path to sainthood is within reach."

He secretly pondered, with the merit left behind by the great god Pangu as support, it was only a matter of time before his two uncles achieved sainthood. As the eldest disciple of the Xuanmen, he would definitely maintain good relations with the three of them. If anyone dared to sow discord, he would be the first to step forward. If he couldn't win, he would report back to his Master and seek his judgment.

However, with a new Grandmaster about to appear, what gift should he offer? After much thought, he realized he was the junior. As the eldest disciple of the Xuanmen, he should be asking the Grandmaster for spiritual treasures instead.

Mount Buzhou

The dojo of Nuwa and Fuxi, hailed as the highest peak in the Primordial World.

All who passed by stopped to gaze in admiration, unanimously exclaiming, "So beautiful, the Primordial World~"

Within the dojo on the mountain, Fuxi gazed at Nuwa, who was playing with mud, and said gently, "Sister, what are your thoughts on the matter of Saint Hongjun's sermon?"

Nuwa abruptly threw aside the mud sculpture in her hand, her phoenix eyes filled with determination. "Brother, I want to go. I have a deep premonition that a great opportunity awaits me there."

"Oh, not going would be good. It's too dangerous outside~"

"What? You're going!"

Hearing this, Fuxi's face showed worry. "Sister, this matter might be dangerous. I fear you might get hurt!"

He thought that Zixiao Palace was located outside the chaos, and if his precious sister were to get scratched or bumped, he would be heartbroken.

Nuwa glanced at him sideways, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. "Brother, our cultivation has already touched the bottleneck. This sermon might be the opportunity for a breakthrough."

"Also, didn't we agree? When our opinions differ, you listen to me! And when our opinions align, I listen to you?"

Seeing his sister's expression, Fuxi knew he couldn't resist her fair and tender arm.

Seeing that her mind was made up, Fuxi had nothing more to say and nodded helplessly. "If that is the case, Brother will clear the path for you. I will ensure my little sister travels safely."

"Hehe, thank you, Brother~"

Nuwa smiled slightly, then lowered her head again, resuming her mud sculpting.

Fuxi sighed softly. He gently stroked his accompanying spiritual treasure, the Fuxi Qin, its melodious notes expressing his worries through music.

Inside Wuzhuang Temple

A Ginseng Fruit Tree stood tall, its immense vitality permeating the entire dojo.

Zhen Yuanzi, wearing a purple-gold crown, a worry-free crane cloak, and holding a green jade whisk, watched as a red-robed Daoist in front of him grabbed a ginseng fruit with one hand.

"You know, you really have to say, this fruit is so juicy."

The red-robed Daoist ate the ginseng fruits one by one with a happy chuckle.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and asked, "Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, do you think we should go or stay for this trip to Zixiao Palace?"

Hong Yun Daoist wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and laughed heartily, "Of course, we must go! It's rare for the Primordial World to be this lively. How could I, Hong Yun, be absent!"

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the boisterous Hong Yun and shook his head. His close friend was good in every way, except he lacked caution against others...

"Very well, I will accompany you. It will be good to have someone to look out for you."

He knew very well that most of those heading to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao in the Primordial World had deep and complex thoughts. Without his company, his simple old friend might fall victim to others' schemes and end up with no remains.

In a remote mountain hollow in the West, Zhunti and Jieyin, covered in dust, heard the news of Hongjun's sermon and stopped their work.

They were currently repairing the earth veins of the West. However, their cultivation was limited, and the damaged earth veins of the West were vast.

Zhunti exclaimed with excitement:

"Hooray! If we can learn this method of becoming a saint, the West will escape its barrenness, and the day it returns to its peak will be within reach!"

The two beat their chests and stomped their feet, tears streaming down their faces as they let out long cries to the heavens.

In various places such as the North Sea, the Sea of Blood, the Sun Star, and the Pangu Temple, the great powers of the Primordial World made up their minds to head to Zixiao Palace, to listen to the supreme Great Dao of the saint and seek the rare and unrepeatable opportunities and creations.

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