Purple Cloud Palace's Iconic Preaching Scene

"Two young attendants of the Sage, please wait for us brothers!"

Just as Hongjun was preparing to appear and preach, and the two attendants, Jade Pool and Haotian, were about to close the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Two bedraggled figures suddenly burst out of the chaos. Before they even arrived, their cries had already rung out.

Jade Pool and Haotian stared at the two disheveled men and froze for a moment.

In that brief instant, the two had already rushed through the gates.

Jade Pool and Haotian exchanged glances, hesitation written across their faces.

But after waiting for a while without hearing any word from the Sage, they shook their heads and closed the palace gates again.

The gates of the Purple Cloud Palace shut, and the Sage began his sermon.

Yet after waiting for some time, the crowd did not see the Sage's Dharma body appear atop the high platform in the great hall of the Purple Cloud Palace.

They could not help but grow puzzled and begin whispering among themselves.

"Fellow Daoist, why has the Sage not appeared to preach when the appointed point in time has arrived? Could it be that we have done something improper and offended the Sage?"

"No, no! How could we possibly fathom the Sage's intentions? Let us wait and see. Wait and see."

The Three Pure Ones and the other top Grand Luo immortals exchanged looks. Their hearts were likewise filled with doubts, unable to understand what was happening.

But this was, after all, the Sage's Daoist grounds. When the Sage chose to emerge and preach was not something they had any right to comment on.

They could only calm themselves and wait quietly.

The two who had hurried over from the chaos were none other than the Western Duo, Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing the strange atmosphere in the great hall, their eyes rolled around as they furtively surveyed their surroundings with shifty looks.

"Senior Brother, have you discovered anything? What is different about this Sage's Daoist grounds?"

Zhunti sat as still as a mountain, but his eyes darted about sneakily as he secretly transmitted his voice.

"Truly worthy of a Sage's means. The Profound Yellow qi here is as dense as it was at the creation of heaven and earth. Cultivating here for a single day is comparable to a hundred years in the outside world."

Jieyin, the monkish Daoist clad in a cassock and wearing a sorrowful expression, appeared solemn and dignified. Yet he too was quietly observing the area as he replied to his junior brother Zhunti.

"Eh, aren't those the Kunlun Three Pure Ones and Kunpeng of the North Sea? What are they sitting on? I can actually sense a trace of profound and mysterious Dao rhythm from them! Just one look fills my mind with endless mysteries."

The sallow-faced and thin Zhunti was sharp-eyed. At first glance, he spotted the best items in the Purple Cloud Palace. His heart stirred, and he secretly transmitted his voice to Jieyin.

"Senior Brother, everyone knows that the West is a barren land devoid of spiritual energy. If we brothers had not spared any cost and spent tens of thousands of years repairing and restoring it, the Western Continent would probably still be a desolate wasteland today."

"These people occupy the splendid mountains and rivers of the Eastern Continent for nothing, with so many Innate Spiritual Treasures scattered throughout it. They can cultivate and obtain protection from the Dharma without hindering either."

"Yet we brothers have to suffer and toil, doing all the dirty and exhausting work. What kind of justice is that?"

"Wasn't the Western Continent also a world created by Pangu?"

"Even now, we brothers do not possess a single handy Innate Spiritual Treasure."

Zhunti bitterly complained to his senior brother Jieyin. Clearly, he harbored no small amount of resentment.

Anyone whose place of birth had been caught up in disaster and reduced to ruins would be filled with resentment.

To rebuild their homeland, Zhunti and Jieyin had poured no small amount of effort into restoring the Western Continent.

Jieyin fell silent in thought.

His compassionate eyes remained fixed on the six members of the Three Pure Ones' group.

That suffering expression on his face seemed never to change.

After a long while.

He finally said, "What do you intend to do?"

Hearing this, Zhunti was immediately delighted.

He knew that his senior brother Jieyin was also beginning to waver.

He quickly pressed the advantage. "Senior Brother, I have a plan to seize those two Enlightenment Cushions!"

As he spoke, Zhunti leaned close to Jieyin's ear. His lips moved as he transmitted his voice in secret.

Although no one had taken the initiative to tell them about the six cushions, they understood at a glance.

That was the nature of Innate Spiritual Treasures. The patterns of the Great Dao were recorded within them, making their purpose apparent at a single look.

After hearing his junior brother Zhunti's words, a trace of hesitation appeared in Jieyin's eyes.

"Junior Brother, this is the Sage's Daoist grounds. If we do this, I fear we may anger the Sage..."

Jieyin did not continue, but Zhunti naturally understood the hidden meaning behind his senior brother's words.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother! What kind of figure is the Sage? His heart is as broad as chaos itself. Why would he fuss over such minor actions from the two of us?"

"Besides, treasures belong to the virtuous."

"We brothers have managed the Western Continent for countless years and earned countless merits. This Purple Cloud Palace should, by fate, contain an opportunity for us brothers."

"Why should all of it be occupied by the beings of the Eastern Continent?"

"Since things have come to this, Senior Brother, just cooperate with me later."

Zhunti let out a disdainful sneer and continued persuading him.

Seeing the determined expression on his junior brother Zhunti's face, Jieyin hardened his heart and decided to go all out.

"Very well. We shall proceed as you said."

What followed was the historic iconic scene of the Purple Cloud Palace sermon.

Zhunti and Jieyin suddenly rose to their feet, squeezed out a few tears, and staggered toward Red Cloud Hermit.

As they walked, they cried out, "How pitiful is our West! The journey was long, the spiritual land barren, and though we traveled so far to get here, we cannot even find seats. What misery!"

"Wuwu, how innocent was the Western Continent, yet it suffered such calamity! Not one being in a hundred remains, not even a single flower or blade of grass!"

"Now that we have finally waited for the Sage's mercy and the opportunity to hear teachings in the Chaotic Purple Cloud Palace, there are still no seats for us brothers."

"We brothers live such miserable lives! Miserable!"

"At this point, we might as well smash our heads against something and die, sparing ourselves from the countless sufferings of this world and from becoming a joke for all of you."

"Wuwuwu..."

The Western Duo openly played up their misery, cried poverty, and begged for sympathy within the Sage's Daoist grounds, the Purple Cloud Palace. Everyone was utterly stunned.

Could people actually be this shameless?

They had learned something new!

What a sight to behold!

Quite a few people looked at Jieyin and Zhunti with contempt and amusement, laughing inwardly.

They treated these two latecomers, who had barely caught the last ride, as a source of entertainment.

It was like someone in later generations driving a Ferrari, dressed in Louis Vuitton, going to beg for food on the subway while claiming they had no money.

Of those capable of crossing the Chaos Sea to reach the Chaotic Purple Cloud Palace, which one was an easy opponent?

Even the weakest had the cultivation of an early-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Perhaps among the Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests, all of whom were Grand Luo immortals, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal did not stand out much.

But Within the Primordial Era, they were Supreme Great Powers standing above hundreds of millions of All Beings.

They transcended past, present, and future, essentially sharing heaven's lifespan, living forever without aging, with boundless magical power.

For people like that to come crying poverty before them and act like beggars—who were they trying to insult and disgust?

"You two, who are you mocking?"

"Exactly! Go ahead and crash your heads, then!"

"You two, did you take a wrong turn? The golden pillar is over here. Come, come, I'll point it out for you."

Seeing Jieyin and Zhunti shamelessly crying poverty in public, many Grand Luo immortals wore looks of disgust.

Quite a few troublemakers even joined in, treating the pair as a joke and mocking them, prompting roars of laughter.

For a moment, the Sage's Daoist grounds, the Purple Cloud Palace, were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

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