Daoist Zhunti Begs for Mercy! Purple Cloud Palace Opens Its Lecture, Another Choice (Please Recommend, Favorite, and Comment)

Sage Hongjun's casual act seemed unremarkable, but it was actually full of hidden schemes and malicious intent.

Those who cultivated the Dao went against the heavens. Their hearts in pursuit of the Dao were unbreakable and could not easily be humiliated into submission.

If they yielded too easily to others, their Dao hearts would likely no longer remain firm, and the Great Dao would be beyond reach.

Yet a Sage's pressure was an open scheme, grand and undeniable. If one was weaker than another, one could only accept defeat.

Just like Daoist Zhunti, who had ultimately bent down and knelt in the Primordial Starry Sky.

No matter how unyielding his pride was, without an Innate Supreme Treasure to protect him—

If his Dao attainment was insufficient, his cultivation too low, and his foundations too shallow—

Whether he was at the Peak Daluo Realm or the Perfected Daluo Realm—

He was merely a slightly stronger ant.

The might of a Sage was terrifying beyond measure, far beyond what a Daluo Realm cultivator could withstand.

Perhaps if the Three Pure Ones had been here, Sage Hongjun would have shown some leniency and not dared humiliate them excessively.

After all, the Three Pure Ones were Pangu's direct descendants and inheritors, carrying a share of the merit from Pangu Creates the World.

They were born with Great Destiny and were candidates for the three Sage positions ordained by the Great Dao.

Even after Hongjun merged himself with the Dao, he would not dare treat the Three Pure Ones too harshly, much less now.

But the Western Two Sages of later generations had relied on making grand vows even to attain Sagehood.

They had willingly handed their weaknesses over to the Sages. Such False Sages naturally required no consideration.

Daoist Hongjun had no need to preserve their dignity.

Still, knowing was one thing, but Taiyi could not help himself when he saw Zhunti being humiliated.

The master of mockery immediately began speaking in a snide, sarcastic tone.

Didn't someone say that mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself?

When dealing with enemies, one had to be as sharp as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Taiyi did not possess the selfless spirit of cutting flesh to feed an eagle.

So he could only let his enemies experience the pain of falling autumn leaves.

In the Primordial World, all cultivators among sentient beings struggled to cross the river of fate. It was either their death or his survival.

There was no such thing as everyone getting along happily.

After all, there were only so many opportunities and only so many Dharma treasures.

If one did not fight for them, all opportunities and spiritual treasures would belong to others.

"Ah, Senior Zhunti, why did you end up kneeling just from watching?"

"Daoist Zhunti, where is your pride?"

"Where is your arrogance?"

"Is this it?"

"Is this it?!"

"I still prefer that lofty, incomparably arrogant look you had before."

Taiyi and Dijun were barely managing to remain standing while hiding within the Chaos Bell.

When they saw Daoist Zhunti in such a miserable and comical state—

Their eyelids twitched violently, and their hearts trembled as they silently mourned for him for three seconds.

But Taiyi would not miss such a fine opportunity to strike at an enemy.

He immediately activated full mockery mode and relentlessly ridiculed Daoist Zhunti.

Daoist Zhunti, kneeling in the starry sky, had already been holding back a bellyful of rage.

Now Taiyi, safely sheltered within the Chaos Bell, was taunting him in that sarcastic manner.

The anger in his heart surged violently.

He wanted nothing more than to leap up and hit someone.

But Zhunti did not dare.

Or rather, he could not.

Perhaps before he had completely fallen to his knees, Zhunti could still have endured the Sage's pressure and swung the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree Staff to brutally beat Taiyi.

But now that he had already surrendered completely, standing back up had become a distant fantasy.

"Damn it, is this the power of an Innate Supreme Treasure? It can actually withstand a Sage's might?"

"Damn it! Why does such a supreme treasure have no affinity with me, Zhunti?!"

Kneeling in the starry sky, Daoist Zhunti caught sight of Taiyi and Dijun from the corner of his eye. Though their cultivation and Dao attainment were weaker than his, they were actually able to stand unharmed in the starry sky. He was immediately shocked, and his eyelids twitched violently.

Then his gaze shifted to the great black-and-yellow Chaos Bell, and jealousy instantly filled his eyes.

But at this moment, Daoist Zhunti could not move at all, nor did he dare make the slightest unusual motion.

Otherwise, it would be disrespect toward Sage Hongjun and an affront to the Sage's dignity.

Yet as he watched Taiyi standing leisurely beneath the Chaos Bell, a deep, irrepressible hatred filled the depths of his eyes.

Damn brat!

He was merely lucky!

Why was such an Innate Supreme Treasure not my, Zhunti's, accompanying treasure?

Could it be because that pretty boy was just a tiny bit better-looking than this poor Daoist?

This Daoist master was transformed from the Bodhi Sacred Tree, one of the ten great Primordial Spiritual Roots.

How could my foundations lose to those of a three-legged mongrel bird?

Daoist Zhunti harbored resentment in his heart and gave in to anger.

His eyes turned, and all kinds of vicious schemes surged into his mind.

"Taiyi, there is no great hatred or deep grudge between us. Why not stop here and make peace?"

Daoist Zhunti barely forced out a smile uglier than tears and spoke with a strained cheerfulness.

Taiyi glanced at Daoist Zhunti's smile, which looked even worse than crying, and curled his lips in disdain.

"Old monk Zhunti, you want to play tricks with This God? Go home, wash up, and sleep!"

"In front of This God, you're still far too green!"

With a mocking sneer, Taiyi stopped paying attention to Daoist Zhunti, who was still shouting nonsense there.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the chaos.

"I didn't expect Hongjun to take this step after all. It was even faster than I anticipated."

Taiyi's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed toward the chaotic space Beyond the Heavens.

There, a vast palace stood within the chaos.

The Sage's pressure had come from there, crossing boundless chaos before descending into the Primordial World.

At the same time—

Just as that judgment-like heavenly voice finally faded away—

Another grand and boundless Dao voice echoed through the Primordial World.

This time, however, it was not so lengthy and complicated. There was only a simple announcement.

"I am Hongjun, Dao Ancestor of Creation. Today, I have attained Sagehood. Moved by the difficulty Primordial Beings face in cultivation and the hardships of seeking the Dao, I have specially opened Purple Cloud Palace within the chaos Beyond the Heavens. In three thousand years, I shall begin lecturing. All those with affinity may come and listen."

The Primordial World erupted completely, and the masses boiled with excitement.

Countless people revealed ecstatic expressions, unable to contain themselves.

A Heavenly Dao Sage would lecture on the profound essence of creation and expound upon the mysteries of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, guiding them along the Dao Path. It was truly unprecedented since Pangu Creates the World.

Perhaps they, too, had a chance to become Sages!

Like Hongjun Daozu, whose might overwhelmed the Primordial World and whose Dao attainment spanned heaven and earth.

The entire Primordial Wilderness surged into motion. Countless Innate Saints and ancient divine spirits emerged from Dragon Valley Abyss and the four seas and eight wastelands, gazing toward the mysterious palace drifting in the Outer Chaos Heavens with reverence and awe in their eyes.

The first Sage to attain the Dao in the Primordial World!

He deserved to be called the foremost figure in Primordial Wilderness history!

How could they not feel reverence and submission toward him?

At this moment, all Primordial Beings knew—

The man who ruled the lives, deaths, rises, falls, honors, humiliations, and destinies of all beings in the Primordial Wilderness had appeared.

He was Hongjun Daozu.

As that grand and ethereal heavenly voice faded, no third heavenly voice rang out between heaven and earth.

The heavenly phenomena of attaining Sagehood also began to slowly dissipate.

The entire Primordial Wilderness seemed to return to its former calm.

Yet everyone knew that turbulent undercurrents were already brewing within the Primordial World.

As the day of Purple Cloud Palace's lecture three thousand years later gradually drew nearer, the undercurrents grew ever more intense.

Hongjun's attainment of Sagehood was like tossing a nuclear bomb with a yield of hundreds of millions of tons into the Pacific Ocean.

It not only stirred up towering waves that would not cease for ages, but also churned the undercurrents deep beneath the sea.

The skies of the Primordial Wilderness had changed completely.

Taiyi took a deep breath and was just about to say something.

Suddenly, the familiar voice of the system rang out in his mind.