Hongjun became a Saint!
The news exploded like billions of thunderclaps across every corner of the Primordial Wilderness!
Countless Innate Great Gods cultivating in seclusion were jolted awake by that vast, boundless pressure, no matter what blessed land or paradise they occupied. Their minds trembled, and they found it impossible to believe!
A Sage?
What kind of realm was that?
Could it be above the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm?!
For a time, discussions erupted throughout the Primordial Wilderness as everyone tried to discover just who this suddenly emerged "Hongjun" was.
Wuzhuang Temple.
A gentle breeze stirred beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
Zhen Yuanzi held a Fly Whisk in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed as he gazed deeply toward the Chaos beyond the heavens.
Daoist Hongyun beside him was likewise filled with astonishment. "Hongjun? I've never heard of this name. To emerge already possessing the status of a Sage is truly inconceivable!"
"A Sage..." Zhen Yuanzi murmured. "That pressure was vast and boundless, far surpassing Da Luo. I fear... it is the supreme realm that we will need to look up to for our entire lives.."
Wu Ming, who was Zhou Ming's Avatar, sat quietly to one side. His expression remained calm as he lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
He naturally knew perfectly well who Hongjun was and what becoming a Sage meant.
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun consumed by curiosity and speculation about the realm of a "Sage," Wu Ming spoke at just the right moment in a gentle tone:
"Two fellow Daoists, since this Sage Hongjun has announced that he will preach the Dao at Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now, imparting the Great Dao..."
"Rather than speculate here, why don't we personally go 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."
Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes lit up. "Fellow Daoist Wu Ming's words are exactly what I had in mind!"
Hong Yun also clapped his hands. "Good! Excellent! A Sage preaching the Dao—such a great opportunity absolutely cannot be missed! We can take this chance to behold the Sage's bearing!"
Wu Ming set down his teacup and rose. "In that case, I'll return to the clan first, inform my younger brothers and sisters, and invite them to go together. After all, such an opportunity is equally rare for the Witch Clan."
He looked at the two of them. "Three thousand years from now, we'll meet at Zixiao Palace. How does that sound?"
"Good! It's a deal!" Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun nodded in unison.
Wu Ming saluted the two of them, then his figure transformed into a streak of light and rapidly vanished into the horizon, heading straight toward Buzhou Mountain.
Pangu Hall.
Wu Ming's figure silently passed through layer upon layer of restrictions and arrived at the deepest part of the hall.
Because of Pangu Hall's unique nature, even the Heaven Heavenly Dao Will found it difficult to fully penetrate. Thus, the shocking news of Hongjun becoming a Saint had not reached Zhou Ming's true body or the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who were cultivating in seclusion.
Wu Ming did not hesitate. He directly contacted Zhou Ming and transmitted the information inside.
Zhou Ming was the first to awaken from his seclusion.
Immediately afterward, twelve powerful auras rose from the places of seclusion almost simultaneously!
Compared with before their retreat, their auras had become even more refined and profound!
After this period of seclusion, every Ancestral Witch had not only initially digested and absorbed Pangu's inheritance, but had also firmly entered the late stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, whose foundations were the deepest, had even reached the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!
"Hongjun became a Saint... preaching at Zixiao Palace..." Zhou Ming's voice rang out in the place of seclusion, carrying a trace of thought.
At this moment, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had also completely awakened. They all turned their gazes toward Zhou Ming, then noticed Wu Ming outside.
"Big Brother!" Dijiang spoke first, his voice filled with doubt. "What happened...?"
Zhou Ming said calmly, "Hongjun attained Hunyuan and achieved the position of a Sage. He will preach at Zixiao Palace."
"A Sage? Hongjun?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened. "How come I've never heard of him? Is he as powerful as Father God?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Ming's true body spoke calmly, yet naturally carried authority. "Beneath a Sage, all are ants. This is not an exaggeration."
He paused, then looked at the Twelve Ancestor Witches. "My current realm is unsuitable for visiting Zixiao Palace. Your cultivation has advanced, and listening to this preaching will benefit you by allowing you to verify your own Dao. Fellow Daoist Wu Ming will take you there."
"What? Go listen to that Hongjun person preach?" Gonggong held his neck stiffly, sounding somewhat unconvinced. "We have Big Brother's guidance and Father God's inheritance. Why do we need to listen to him?"
"Exactly!" Zhu Rong also began shouting. "We in the Witch Clan stand tall between heaven and earth. We respect only Father God and listen only to Big Brother! Who does that Hongjun think he is?"
Although the other Ancestor Witches said nothing, their eyes also revealed disdain.
In their hearts, Father God Pangu was supreme, while Big Brother Zhou Ming was unfathomable and fully capable of leading the Witch Clan.
At this moment, Wu Ming, who had remained silent, stepped forward. His expression was solemn, and he carried the same authority as Zhou Ming. "Foolish!"
"A Sage preaching the Dao is the inevitable trend of the Primordial Wilderness! Father God's inheritance is the foundation, and the true body's guidance is the direction, but shutting ourselves away and trying to reinvent the wheel is not advisable!"
"A Sage is an existence that has transcended Da Luo and initially grasped the authority of heaven and earth. The Dao he preaches must contain the principles of heaven and earth! Even if it differs from our own Dao, listening and verifying it will allow us to draw parallels and will ultimately bring benefit without harm!"
Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches looked toward Zhou Ming's true body, who remained seated with a deep, steady aura. When they saw him nod slightly in agreement, the resentment in their hearts gradually subsided. After condensing their Primordial Spirits, their ability to think had greatly increased, and they naturally understood the implications.
"I understand." Zhujiuyin nodded first, wisdom flashing in his eyes. "Only by understanding our opponent can we remain undefeated. I will follow Big Brother's arrangements."
"Elder Brother is right. It will do no harm to go and take a look." Houtu also spoke gently.
Seeing that Zhujiuyin and Houtu had agreed, the other Ancestor Witches still muttered among themselves, but no longer objected.
"Hmph, I want to see what's so impressive about that Sage!" Zhu Rong grumbled, which amounted to tacit agreement.
Zhou Ming's gaze shifted to Wu Ming.
"Fellow Daoist, take this Dao Origin Divine Pearl with you. It can help conceal the Heavenly Secrets."
Wu Ming reached out and accepted the Dao Origin Divine Pearl, then turned to the Twelve Ancestor Witches. "There's no time to lose!"
"Everyone, we'll set out at once for Zixiao Palace!"
Chaos!
Beyond the heavens and earth of the Primordial Wilderness lay an endless, disorderly, and violent region of Chaos.
Earth, fire, water, and wind raged without end. The Chaos airflow was incomparably violent. Even Grand Unity Golden Immortals faced the danger of falling if they remained here for long without a supreme treasure to protect them or a special divine ability!
At this moment, thirteen figures were struggling to travel through the violent Chaos airflow.
They were Wu Ming and the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
Dijiang and Zhujiuyin walked at the very front. Their Magic Power surged around them, opening up a relatively stable region and guiding the way.
Wu Ming and the other Ancestor Witches followed closely behind, each displaying their divine abilities.
Even so, they all still felt immense pressure.
The Chaos Qi invaded through every opening, constantly eroding their physical bodies and Magic Power.
"Damn it! This wretched place really isn't fit for people!" Zhu Rong had the most explosive temper and cursed as he went.
"Quiet, Zhu Rong," Dijiang said in a deep voice.
At that moment, several streaks of light tore through the Chaos at tremendous speed in the distance, heading in the same direction.
"Huh? There are other people?" Qiangliang's sharp eyes spotted those streaks of light immediately.
Wu Ming's gaze turned solemn. "Sage Hongjun's preaching is an unprecedented grand event in the history of the Primordial Wilderness. There are quite a few mighty figures who want to go to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao."
He could sense that one of the streaks of light had an ethereal aura and an immortal bearing. It was Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones.
Another streak of light was domineering and blazing, radiating brilliant golden light. A vague Three-Legged Golden Crow phantom could be seen within it. It had to be those two from the Sun Star.
Sure enough, in this age of great contention, no one was willing to miss a Sage's preaching.
Wu Ming secretly warned them, "Conceal your auras. We're only here to hear the Dao, so avoid conflict as much as possible."
"Understood, Big Brother," the Ancestor Witches replied. Though curious, they remembered Wu Ming's warning.
No one knew how long they traveled through the Chaos. Ahead, within the chaotic Chaos airflow, an ancient, unadorned palace radiating boundless Dao Rhythm slowly revealed its outline!
It floated quietly in the depths of the Chaos, surrounded by swirling purple Qi. Faint Dao sounds drifted out, making it seem as though it had existed since time immemorial!
Above the palace hung an ancient plaque. Three incomparably profound Great Dao characters shone brilliantly upon it—Zixiao Palace!
"We're here!" Wu Ming's spirits lifted.
"Wow! What a huge palace!"
"Is this the Sage's Dojo? It's truly magnificent!"
The Twelve Ancestor Witches gazed at the grand and boundless Zixiao Palace before them, shock filling their eyes.
Even with their extraordinary origins and extensive knowledge, they were shaken by the magnificent grandeur of this Sage's Dojo.
Wu Ming took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Let's go. We'll head over."