Arriving at Zixiao Palace

Hongjun became a Saint!

This news, like billions of thunderclaps, instantly exploded in every corner of the Primordial Wilderness!

Countless Innate Great Gods in secluded cultivation, no matter what blessed cave or heavenly dwelling they occupied, were jolted awake by this vast and boundless pressure, their minds shaken, their hearts incredulous!

A Saint?

What realm was that?

Could it be above the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?!

For a time, discussions erupted across the Primordial Wilderness, everyone seeking to uncover just what kind of divine being this suddenly appearing "Hongjun" was.

Wuzhuang Temple.

A gentle breeze blew beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Zhen Yuanzi held a whisk, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze profound as he looked toward the Chaos beyond the heavens.

Beside him, Daoist Hongyun also wore a look of astonishment: "Hongjun? Never heard that name before. To emerge into the world as a Saint—truly inconceivable!"

"A Saint..." Zhen Yuanzi murmured, "That kind of pressure, vast and boundless, far surpassing the Great Luo... I'm afraid... it is the supreme realm we must spend our lives looking up to..."

Wu Ming, Zhou Ming's Avatar, sat quietly to the side, his expression calm. He simply lifted his teacup and took a light sip.

Who Hongjun was, what it meant to be a Saint—he understood it all clearly in his heart.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were both caught up in curiosity and speculation about the "Saint" realm, Wu Ming spoke at the right moment, his tone gentle:

"Two Fellow Daoists, since this Saint Hongjun has declared he will preach the Great Dao at Zixiao Palace in three thousand years..."

"Rather than guessing here, why not go in person to Zixiao Palace in the Chaos when the time comes, and see for ourselves?"

"Perhaps this is the opportunity we need to break through our current realms."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes lit up at the words: "Fellow Daoist Wu Ming's words match my own thoughts!"

Hongyun also clapped his hands: "Good! Very good! A Saint preaching the Dao—such a tremendous opportunity must not be missed! This is the perfect chance to witness the bearing of a Saint!"

Wu Ming set down his teacup and stood up: "In that case, I will first return to my clan and inform my younger siblings, inviting them to come along. After all, such an opportunity is rare for my Witch Clan as well."

He looked at the two of them: "Three thousand years from now, we shall meet at Zixiao Palace. How does that sound?"

"Good! It's settled!" Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun nodded in unison.

Wu Ming made a respectful bow to the two, then his form transformed into a streak of light, vanishing swiftly toward the horizon, heading straight for Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Hall.

Wu Ming's figure silently passed through layer upon layer of restrictions, arriving at the deepest part of the great hall.

Due to the special nature of Pangu Hall, even the Heavenly Dao Will found it difficult to fully penetrate. Thus, the earth-shattering news of Hongjun becoming a Saint had not reached Zhou Ming's main body or the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who were still in seclusion.

Wu Ming did not hesitate. He directly communicated with Zhou Ming and transmitted the information.

Zhou Ming was the first to awaken from seclusion.

Immediately after, twelve powerful auras rose almost simultaneously from their cultivation chambers!

Compared to before their seclusion, their auras were more condensed, more profound!

Each Ancestor Witch, through this period of cultivation, had not only initially digested and absorbed the Pangu inheritance but had also firmly stepped into the late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Among them, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, who had the deepest foundations, had even reached the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm!

"Hongjun became a Saint... preaching at Zixiao Palace..." Zhou Ming's voice echoed within the secluded area, carrying a hint of contemplation.

At that moment, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were fully awake as well. They all turned their gazes to Zhou Ming, then looked at Wu Ming outside.

"Big Brother!" Dijiang spoke first, his voice laced with surprise, "What's going on...?"

Zhou Ming said calmly, "Hongjun has realized the Hunyuan and attained the position of Saint. He will preach the Dao at Zixiao Palace."

"A Saint? Hongjun?" Zhurong's eyes went wide. "I've never heard of him! Is he stronger than Father God?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Ming's main body spoke in a flat tone, yet carried its own authority. "All beneath a Saint are mere ants. This saying is not false."

He paused, looking at the Twelve Ancestor Witches: "My current realm is not suitable for going to Zixiao Palace. Your cultivation has already advanced. This sermon will be beneficial for you to verify your own paths. Let Fellow Daoist Wu Ming take you there."

"What? Go listen to some Hongjun preach?" Gonggong stiffened his neck, somewhat unconvinced. "We have Big Brother to guide us, we have Father God's inheritance—why do we need to listen to him?"

"Yeah!" Zhurong chimed in, shouting. "Our Witch Clan stands tall between heaven and earth! We only revere Father God, only listen to Big Brother! Who does that Hongjun think he is?"

The other Ancestor Witches didn't speak, but their eyes also showed disdain.

In their hearts, Father God Pangu was supreme, and Big Brother Zhou Ming was unfathomable—more than enough to lead the Witch Clan.

At this moment, Wu Ming, who had been silent, stepped forward. His face was stern, carrying a majesty identical to Zhou Ming's: "Foolish!"

"A Saint preaching the Dao is the general trend of the Primordial Wilderness! Father God's inheritance is the foundation, the main body's guidance is the direction, but shutting oneself off from the world is not acceptable!

"A Saint is one who has transcended the Great Luo and initially grasped the authority of heaven and earth. The Dao they preach will inevitably contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth! Even if it differs from our own path, listening for verification, drawing parallels, and learning by analogy—it will always be beneficial, never harmful!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches heard this and looked at Zhou Ming's main body, still seated cross-legged with a calm, condensed aura. Seeing him give a slight nod of approval, their inner resistance gradually subsided. After condensing their Primordial Spirits, their thinking ability had greatly increased, and they naturally understood the stakes involved.

"I understand." Zhujiuyin was the first to nod, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes. "To know your opponent is to be invincible. We will follow Big Brother's arrangement."

"Big Brother is right. It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look." Houtu also said gently.

Seeing that Zhujiuyin and Houtu had both agreed, the other Ancestor Witches, though still muttering under their breath, no longer opposed.

"Hmph, I want to see just what's so great about these saints!" Zhurong grumbled, effectively conceding.

Zhou Ming's gaze turned to Wu Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, take this Dao Origin Divine Pearl. It can help you conceal the heavenly secrets."

Wu Ming reached out and accepted the Dao Origin Divine Pearl, then turned to the Twelve Ancestor Witches and said, "There's no time to waste!"

"My brothers and sisters, we set out immediately for Zixiao Palace!"

Chaos!

Beyond the Primordial Wilderness lay the boundless, tumultuous, and violent Chaos region.

Earth, fire, water, and wind raged without cease; the chaotic currents were ferociously violent. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, without a supreme treasure for protection or a special divine ability, risked falling if they lingered here too long!

At this moment, thirteen figures were struggling to traverse the raging chaotic currents.

They were Wu Ming and the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin walked at the very front, their Magic Power surging as they held open a relatively stable area, guiding the direction.

Wu Ming and the other Ancestor Witches followed closely behind, each employing their own divine abilities.

Even so, everyone felt immense pressure.

Chaos Qi seeped in everywhere, constantly eroding their physical bodies and Magic Power.

"Damn it! This godforsaken place isn't fit for anyone!" Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of them, cursed loudly.

"Quiet down, Zhurong," Dijiang said in a deep voice.

Just then, several streaks of light in the distance tore through the Chaos at incredible speed, heading in the same direction.

"Oh? There are others?" Qiangliang, sharp-eyed, was the first to spot those streaks of light.

Wu Ming's gaze narrowed slightly: "The sage Hongjun preaching the Dao is an unprecedented grand event in the history of the Primordial Wilderness. There are no small number of great powers from the Primordial Wilderness who wish to go to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao."

He could sense that one of those streaks of light had an ethereal aura, bearing the immortal bearing of a Daoist—it was none other than Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones.

Another streak of light was domineering and blazing, shining with dazzling golden light, with a faint silhouette of a Three-Legged Golden Crow visible. It must be those two from the Sun Star.

Indeed, in this age of great contention, with a sage preaching the Dao, no one was willing to miss out.

Wu Ming silently reminded them: "All of you, restrain your auras. We are only here to hear the Dao; avoid conflict as much as possible."

"Understood, big brother," the Ancestor Witches replied. Though curious, they heeded Wu Ming's warning.

After who knows how long traveling through the Chaos, amidst the turbulent chaotic currents ahead, the outline of an ancient palace radiating infinite Dao resonance slowly revealed itself!

It floated silently in the depths of Chaos, shrouded in purple mist, with faint Dao sounds echoing, as if it had existed since time immemorial!

Above the palace hung an ancient plaque, upon which three profoundly mysterious Great Dao runes shone brilliantly—Zixiao Palace!

"We've arrived!" Wu Ming's spirits lifted.

"Wow! What a massive palace!"

"So this is the sage's Dao field? Truly magnificent!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches gazed at the majestic, vast Zixiao Palace before them, their eyes filled with awe.

Even with their origins and experience, they were stunned by the grand spectacle of the sage's Dao field.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, steadying his mind: "Let's go. We'll head over."