Primordial World Reopens, Heavenly Dao Completes Itself, Zhunti Is Done (Please Recommend and Bookmark)

Rumble—!

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated together. Like the great bang when Pangu created the world, the entire Primordial World began to tremble.

Countless Primordial beings were terrified and at a loss, thinking that heaven and earth were about to be overturned.

Who could have known that all this was merely the Heavenly Dao putting on a spectacle for the Primordial World's first Sage?

Though heaven and earth rang in unison, and countless Daos manifested amid endless tremors, the Primordial World remained as steady as a rock.

It merely gave the countless Primordial beings, already panicked beyond measure, a terrible fright.

If the first Great Dao Heavenly Sound had been the Heavenly Dao's clear proclamation that a Sage would emerge among all beings.

Then the second Great Dao Heavenly Sound had been a rehearsal, cheering and celebrating the first Sage between heaven and earth.

This time, however, the Great Dao Heavenly Sound marked the official debut, its fervor so intense that heaven and earth seemed to boil.

Countless Primordial Variants and auspicious divine beasts that had vanished into the River of Time all revealed themselves.

Ten thousand gods welcomed him, offering congratulations to the Sage.

Ancient Dao songs were sung, extolling the Sage's virtue.

A hundred beasts raced forth, spreading the Sage's will.

They celebrated the Sage's ascent to the peak of the cosmos and his attainment of the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit.

They praised the Sage's boundless compassion and virtue, bringing blessings to all beings.

They rejoiced that since Pangu created the world, the first Sage had finally taken his rightful place.

At such a time, heavenly flowers fell in profusion and golden lotuses surged from the earth—there was naturally no need to say more.

Sweet rain descended through hundreds of millions of li of Primordial void, while spiritual qi gathered like rain into tidal waves.

Five-colored auspicious light illuminated the great thousand worlds. Countless Golden Merit Clouds filled the sky, no two alike.

Immortal music drifted in every direction, heavenly sounds echoed through the nine heavens, vast purple qi stretched across hundreds of millions of layers, and the sun, moon, and stars all swayed.

It was as if the entire Primordial Heavenly Dao was celebrating, turning into a special-effects master and lavishly scattering the origin essence of heaven and earth.

Taiyi's eye twitched at the sight.

This is all money!

If all those Heavenly Dao special effects were added to him, Taiyi felt that he could ascend on the spot.

He would not dare claim he could become a Quasi-Sage, but at the very least, peak Grand Luo cultivation would be guaranteed.

Then, with the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell in his hand, the Rivers and Mountains Map among the Ten Great Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—

And the Mixed Yuan River Luo Diagram, the innate killing formation in Elder Brother Dijun's hands—

He would definitely let Daoist Zhunti know what it meant when the river flowed east for thirty years and west for thirty years—never mock the poor youth.

Taiyi looked at Daoist Zhunti, who was shocked stiff for what seemed like ten thousand years. A thought rose in his mind, and his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.

At this moment, Daoist Zhunti paid no attention whatsoever to the two ants behind him. Instead, with a face full of shock and distraction, he muttered to himself:

"I never expected Daoist Hongjun to become a Sage before us martial brothers. What a pity! What a lament! What a hate!"

Among the Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Primordial World, who did not wish to become the first Primordial Chaos Limitless Sage?

To attain the Primordial Great Dao, rule over the Primordial Wilderness from then on, reign over the universe, and enjoy supreme honor.

Zhunti dreamed of it.

Unfortunately, he did not have that fortune.

Daoist Zhunti gazed at the Infinite Divine Light Pillar that had shot from the chaos beyond the Heavens and pierced through the Primordial World.

In his heart, he let out a long sigh, sorrowful and dejected.

If Daoist Zhunti still did not know who had Proved Dao and become a Sage in the Primordial World by now—

Then he might as well find a block of tofu and smash himself to death, withdraw from the grand stage of the Primordial World early, and return to his origin.

Thinking of the terrifying combat strength and mysterious methods Daoist Hongjun had displayed during the Dao-Demon War against Rahula—

Daoist Zhunti shuddered with fear, deeply wary and frightened, and hurriedly muttered:

"Since Hongjun has become a Sage, he is my senior. How could I possibly make a move against my senior?"

"I truly should not have entertained such an unfilial thought!"

"Limitless Heavenly Venerable, what a sin, what a sin. This poor Daoist was too attached."

The thought of challenging him in a Dao battle, which he had blurted out while boasting earlier, had long been thrown beyond the ninth heaven.

This was not cowardice—how could a Sage's matters be called cowardice?

This was called knowing the times and recognizing a hero.

A true man could bend and stretch, flex and yield freely; only then did he reveal his heroic nature.

Daoist Zhunti remained calm and collected, his face neither red nor his breath uneven, completely ignoring the strange looks from Taiyi and Dijun beside him.

After all, before Daoist Hongjun had become a Sage, he had already been able to fight Demon Ancestor Rahu, who possessed peak Quasi-Sage cultivation, to the death; scheme Ancestor Qiankun and Ancestor Yin Yang to death; and use trickery to heavily wound Great Immortal Yang Mei.

Now that Hongjun had become a Sage and his strength had risen to another level, who in the entire Primordial Wilderness could possibly be his opponent?

Zhunti was Done, utterly miserable and on the verge of tears.

He wanted to avenge his humiliation and reclaim that chance to become a Sage, yet he did not even dare casually entertain thoughts of revenge.

Instead, he had to be cautious and conceal his abilities, hiding his Killing Intent for fear that Sage Hongjun might notice it.

What kind of experience was that?

Do not ask.

If you asked, it would be self-destruction.

At this moment, Daoist Zhunti, who had always been enthusiastic about promoting Western ideals like a cheerful young man—

Cried bitterly, and his back somehow carried an air of bleak loneliness.

Daoist Zhunti: This is too hard for me.

No one knew how vast the shadow in Daoist Zhunti's heart was at this very moment.

However, Westerners were thick-skinned and quick to recover. After feeling down for a while, he soon regained his spirits.

Have to say, though the shield on his face was a little thick, he was dedicated.

For the great dream of revitalizing the West, he had always worked tirelessly.

He sought to enlighten the world and ferry people to the Western Paradise, turning them into the foundation of the West.

The two martial brothers worked diligently without daring to slack off, one handling affairs outside and the other within.

They worked together to pursue the great development of the Western world. Unlike the Eastern Three Purities, who fought among themselves.

They ruined a perfectly good hand, allowed the Western duo to steal the prize, and then had no one else to blame.

The Eastern conflict and the division of the Daoist sect resulted in Master Tongtian's Treasure of Attaining Dao, the Qingping Sword, shattering, while Yuanshi's Treasure of Attaining Dao, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, became a killing treasure, tainted by killing aura as its spirituality declined.

As a sect-protecting treasure that suppressed fortune, it had to possess merit.

Once it became tainted by killing aura, its ferocity would greatly increase, severely damaging its merit and causing it to lose the ability to suppress the sect's fortune.

The Qingping Sword had been shattered by the Seven Treasure Tree because Master Tongtian had flown into an inexplicable rage during the War of Investiture of the Gods. A Sage was untouched by karmic consequences, so it was only right that this happened.

Of the three spiritual treasures, only Taishang Laojun's Treasure of Attaining Dao, the Coiled Dragon Crutch, remained intact as steady as an old dog. The Qingping Sword was severely damaged, while the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi gradually lost its spirituality.

For this reason, Laojun's Dao lineage became the most magnificent and flourishing in later generations, its inheritance unbroken and endless, simply because the treasure suppressing the sect's fortune remained undamaged.

How did that saying go?

I do not need to run faster than the black bear. I only need to run faster than the person behind me.

Preserving what one had was appreciation, taking no losses was profit, and steadiness was victory.

Laojun, as always, followed the principle of steadiness. Seated Beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven, he watched the Sages contend and calmly reaped the benefits.

Unfortunately, this time Laojun did not know that someone even more shameless than him had arrived in the Primordial World.

Indeed: the Heavenly Dao's cycle spared no one; Western Buddhism spread east once more, and karma cycled again.

The Great Dao's response and the Heavenly Dao's retribution were exact to the smallest degree.

The Great Dao was magnificent and the Heavenly Dao unfathomable. Prosperity and decline, glory and disgrace, were not shifted by any individual's will.

Thinking of this, Taiyi shook his head and looked at Zhunti's figure with some pity.

This really was a tragic story.

But why am I a little excited?

The smile on Taiyi's face gradually became unrestrained.