Leader of the Mystic Sect, One Qi Transforms into Hongjun, First Saint of the Primordial Era! (Please bookmark, comment, and offer guidance)

At this time, perhaps the saintly entrance rehearsal of the Heavenly Dao Trio had already been sufficiently prepared.

The final main event arrived.

The Heaven-Earth Divine Pillar that had previously connected the boundary between heaven and earth, linking the Primordial Wilderness and chaos.

At this moment, it suddenly shattered and exploded, transforming into specks of Primordial Spiritual Energy.

It filled the space between heaven and earth, instantly making up for the gap in the Heavenly Dao Origin caused by celebrating the saint.

There was even some left over, continuing to spread throughout the Primordial World and raising the power level of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

The boundary of the Heaven and Earth Membrane surrounding the Primordial World also continued extending and expanding into the limitless Chaos Void.

As a saint proved the Dao, the Heavenly Dao upgraded itself, and the boundaries of the Primordial World once more opened up countless spacetime universes.

The resulting effects brought earth-shaking changes to the Primordial World, renewing it completely.

Like an old tree taking root or withered wood meeting spring, it allowed the already scarred Primordial Heavenly Dao to be reborn.

It completely erased the devastation wrought upon the lands of the Primordial Continent by the Dragon-Han Calamity, as well as the scars left upon the laws and Great Dao.

The changes within were not something outsiders could understand.

Only the Primordial Heavenly Dao itself knew.

Against the backdrop of continuously opening new universes.

The Primordial World trembled once, twice, then a third time.

Beneath the unceasing nourishment of this Primordial Spiritual Energy.

The phenomena returned by the Heavenly Dao grew ever more ferocious.

It devoured them into itself, turning them into sustenance for its evolution.

Yet compared to the Heavenly Dao's own gains, these countless phenomena were merely a drop in the ocean.

It had claimed all the benefits for itself, so what was wrong with giving the saint—who had seized the sole chance to prove the Dao, become a saint, communicate with the Great Dao's principles and laws, and painstakingly convert Chaos Energy into Primordial Spiritual Energy—a little spectacle?

What did it mean to win people's hearts?

This was how one won people's hearts!

The crying child got the milk.

You couldn't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child.

This was the Heavenly Dao's first saint!

He possessed special commemorative significance.

What one never forgot was always the first one to bring her pleasure.

The Heavenly Dao had no emotions. It only followed its most instinctive drives.

If you let me attain supreme bliss, then I would give you twice the face.

Rewards and punishments, good and evil, life and death, reincarnation—all existed only within the rules.

At present, the Heavenly Dao still acted according to instinct.

Impartial and selfless, without right or wrong, everything was for the sake of strengthening itself, completing its laws and principles, and raising its power level.

The Primordial Heavenly Dao had completed part of its incomplete laws and Dao principles, taking another step toward the Great Dao.

Contentedly expanding itself, it employed the principles it had newly acquired to broaden the territorial boundaries of the Primordial World.

And at this moment, as though the rehearsal had finally been fully prepared, the one who had proven the Dao—who had remained hidden behind the curtain and refused to reveal his true face—finally arrived, belatedly.

A clear, resonant strike of a Jade Chime startled heaven and earth, covering the cosmos.

Then, a magnificent and vast voice made an imposing proclamation that spread through the great thousand worlds.

At this moment, regardless of who they were, what cultivation they possessed, or whether they had supreme treasures to protect them.

So long as they were within the Primordial World, a deafening Great Dao Heavenly Sound rang within their minds.

Its sound was like a Dao hymn—ancient and simple, yet deeply containing the principles of the Great Dao, as if it were a song manifested from the Great Dao itself.

Upon hearing it, everyone felt light and adrift, not knowing why; dazed and bewildered, not understanding its meaning.

Taiyi listened intently, yet he could not grasp even the slightest beneficial spiritual insight into the Great Dao Laws.

He could only smile bitterly in helplessness.

His current cultivation and attainment were still far inferior to those of this Dao Ancestor.

"High above upon the Ninth Heaven Clouds, A rush cushion completes the true Dao. Beyond Heaven and Earth Yellow Profound, I shall be revered as the master of the teachings. Pangu gave birth to Taiji, Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols followed. One teaching passed to three friends, Two teachings divided into Exposition and Interception. Leader of the Mystic Sect, One Qi Transforms into Hongjun."

The vast Dao voice resounded throughout the Primordial World, causing the Heavenly Dao to resonate, the Great Dao to chime, endlessly cleansing all things. Spacetime warped, and Purple Qi Coming from the East stretched for hundreds of millions of li.

The boundless, magnificent Great Dao Heavenly Sound washed over the cores of true spirits and reached the deepest depths of primordial spirit origins, filling the countless trillions of beings on the Primordial Continent with fear.

It was as though, at this very moment, they faced the resplendent Heavenly Dao itself. Subdued by the might of a saint, they all prostrated themselves upon the ground, not daring to make the slightest movement, terrified that the Great Dao Laws contained in those true words would annihilate their primordial spirits and true spirits.

The authority and majesty of a Heavenly Dao Sage were displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Unless one became a saint, one would forever remain an ant, with not the slightest control over one's own fate.

Even the Dao hymn casually uttered from his lips could shake the true spirits and primordial spirits of Primordial Beings, with life, death, and reincarnation all held in his hand.

As the Dao hymn was sung, an indescribable, magnificent, and incomparably terrifying saintly pressure swept in from the chaos beyond the heavens, engulfing the entire Primordial World in an instant.

It forced countless trillions of Primordial Beings to bend and bow.

Even Grand Luo Golden Immortals with weak magical power, insufficient attainment, and shallow foundations directly fell to their knees, losing all face.

Daoist Zhunti, who had casually destroyed Dijun's Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation with a single strike earlier.

Had stood so high above all others, disregarding the brothers Taiyi and Dijun and treating them as ants.

Yet at this very moment, beneath the pressure unintentionally released by Heavenly Dao Sage Hongjun.

He too was unable to resist. He bent at the waist, cold sweat emerging on his face, his legs buckling as he struggled to hold on.

It seemed he might kneel at any moment.

As the future brightest star of the Western Continent.

And one destined to become one of the Western Sages, Daoist Zhunti.

Naturally possessed pride in his heart.

He was unwilling to submit easily to Sage Hongjun.

But so-called pride, perseverance, will, conviction, Dao heart, and such insubstantial things.

Were all fragile beyond a single blow before absolute strength that could destroy everything.

Before absolute power, pride was a joke, smashed into pieces.

Crack.

An unusual sound of laws and the Great Dao collapsing came from Daoist Zhunti's body.

His spine was pressed into a deeper curve, his back bending like a bow, his knees on the verge of kneeling.

Daoist Zhunti, who was gritting his teeth and holding on, had his complexion changed, his expression filled with horror.

He had already overestimated how terrifying Daoist Hongjun was, yet he had still underestimated him.

Daoist Zhunti knew deeply that if he continued to forcibly contend against this saintly pressure.

He would very likely suffer severe injuries. His Dao Path might even be erased, his true spirit damaged, and his foundation destroyed.

Thinking of such terrifying consequences, Daoist Zhunti was all stunned, panic flooding his heart.

He felt that he had simply been cursed by bad luck today. Why had he insisted on coming to the Primordial Sun Star?

One vexing thing followed another, and Daoist Zhunti felt as though his whole heart was about to shatter from crying.

At this point, Zhun Ti no longer dared to persist.

In a panic, he dropped his defenses.

Thud.

Sure enough, once Daoist Zhunti stopped resisting, the saintly pressure no longer actively targeted him.

Yet those knees, proud and unyielding as frost, suddenly went weak, and he cleanly dropped to his knees in the starry sky.

As Daoist Zhunti lowered his head and submitted to Sage Hongjun under pressure, Taiyi was likewise shaken to his core.

Fortunately, when the saintly pressure spread over, he had already deployed the Chaos Bell above the heads of the two brothers.

Streams of Yellow Profound Chaos Energy descended like beaded curtains, releasing waves of aura of primordial creation and destruction that offset the might of the saint.

Otherwise, the two brothers would surely have humiliated themselves before everyone, kneeling upon the ground and bowing to Sage Hongjun, losing all face.

How could they lead the demon race from then on and call themselves supreme emperors?

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