Narrow Roads Meet, and the Ancestral Witch Appears Again

However, looking at the last wisp of Innate Dao Text faintly visible on the Warm Jade in his hand...

Luo Qing also seemed to have realized something.

The Way cannot be fully attained, nor can profit be exhausted.

If he chooses to go to the Purplexiao Palace immediately, he should have a place among the Six Cushions.

But if that were the case, all the progress made in the Method of Proving the Dao would be wasted.

It's likely that we'll never be able to deduce this again.

"So that's how it is. Could this be the will of Heavenly Dao?"

The Split Soul chuckled and instantly turned into dust, merging into the main primordial spirit.

Luo Qing immediately focused all his energy on deducing the Method of Proving the Dao.

Various legends often say that "human determination can overcome nature," and now Luo Qing also intends to give it a try.

Let's see if, after the Method of Proving the Dao is completed, he can still try to obtain a futon in the Purplexiao Palace.

With the departure of Fairy Xihua and the others, the Jade Pool World completely closed and disappeared on Kunlun Peak, leaving no trace.

Under the supervision of ten Taiyi Puppet Dao Soldiers, Hua Tian Peak also activated its Mountain-Protecting Grand Array.

Meanwhile, in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Twelve figures descended from Buzhou Mountain.

The leading Ancestral Witch Di Jiang, glanced at the endless void and sighed:

"Unexpectedly, as soon as my brothers and sisters stepped out of the Ancestral God Temple, someone had already attained the realm of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal."

Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch, snorted coldly:

"Hmph! It's just that my siblings and I were born too late, otherwise, how could it be an outsider who would be the first to attain enlightenment in this world?"

It should be us, the Hou Yi of our ancestral gods."

Ancestor Witch Gonggong, looked at Zhurong with displeasure and said:

"We were born so late, who can we blame? It's all Zhurong's fault for revealing our birthplace."

This caused a severe loss of the essence of the Ancestral God Blood Pool, delaying our birth.

Gonggong's words immediately angered Zhurong.

Being defeated by Luo Qing and having his companion treasure and Ancestral God Bloodline stolen were considered a great disgrace by Zhurong.

Now that Gonggong had mentioned it again, Zhurong was furious. "You..."

Seeing that the Water and Fire Ancestral Witches, were about to start arguing again, the other Ancestral Witch also looked rather grim, Houtu frowned.

"Alright, you two, shut up."

Now is not the time to discuss who is right and who is wrong. The most urgent matter is whether or not we should go to the Purplexiao Palace to listen to the sermon."

Houtu was the first ancestral Ancestral Witch among them to be born ahead of schedule by chance.

He ranked second among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and was also the other person besides Di Jiang who commanded the respect and obedience of all the Ancestral Witch.

Upon hearing Houtu's words, all the Ancestral Witch fell silent.

Psychologically speaking, they, brothers and sisters, were formed from the Quintessential Blood of the Ancestor God Pangu.

In this world created by the ancestral gods, no one's status could be more noble than theirs.

The arrogance in their hearts was palpable.

Now they have to listen to others preach and spread the Dharma, and they feel quite stifled by their subservience.

In the end, Di Jiang pondered and said, "Those who are accomplished are our teachers, and those who are of high moral character are our guides. In any case, Sage Hongjun has already surpassed us."

We siblings still need to make a trip to the Purplexiao Palace.

"If it could make our cultivation process smoother, that would be the best."

Both Di Jiang and Houtu spoke.

Even if the other Ancestral Witch were unwilling, they could only nod in agreement.

Having made their decision, the twelve siblings joined hands and flew away into the sky on a cloud.

However, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were all practitioners who specialized in cultivating the physical body of Ancestral Witch, and were not particularly skilled in the spiritual and physical arts.

Once detached from the earth, its speed immediately slowed down compared to its peers.

A thousand years later.

Kunlun Mountain, Hua Tian Immortal Realm.

The secret chamber, which had been closed for three Kalpa Cycle, was finally opened to the public on this day.

Luo Qing walked out, toying with a smooth, unmarked piece of Warm Jade about half the size of his palm.

Upon seeing Luo Qing emerge from seclusion, Huang Ting, who had been guarding the area, immediately stepped forward to pay his respects with great joy.

"Your son greets Your Majesty Father God!"

"Huang'er, you've worked hard, get up quickly!"

After helping Huang Ting, Luo Qing exchanged a few more words with Huang Ting to build up their relationship.

There was no rush to go to the Purplexiao Palace immediately, since it was already a thousand years too late.

They didn't care about the time it would take to burn a few incense sticks.

Upon arriving at the Five-Colored Divine Mountain, Huang Ting followed behind Luo Qing Luo Qing without disturbing him as he was deep in thought.

Luo Qing held the Warm Jade in his hand, but his mind was already pondering the Method of Proving the Dao he had deduced.

Before this Method of Proving the Dao is fully completed, it can still be imprinted on this Warm Jade for transmitting the Dharma.

But the moment it was completed, all the Daoist inscriptions vanished without a trace.

This method can only be conveyed through words and understanding; it cannot be written down or recorded.

The complete Method of Proving the Dao was now in Luo Qing's mind.

"I wonder, between this method and the Method of Slaying Three Corpses, which is superior?"

Luo Qing thought to himself.

He neither overestimates himself nor underestimates this method of enlightenment.

In fact, the Method of Slaying Three Corpses was only created by Ancestor Hongjun when he was at the peak of the Great Luo.

The Method of Proving the Dao in Luo Qing's hands was also obtained when he was at the peak of the Great Luo realm.

Without comparison, it's really hard to say which is better or worse.

He didn't believe that the rumors circulating online in later generations were entirely about despising the Method of Slaying Three Corpses.

This Method of Slaying Three Corpses is truly garbage.

Luo Qing stopped his detailed examination, turned around, and looked at Huang Ting, who was about to enter the Late-stage Grand Unity, and instructed him:

"Huang Ting, I estimate that my journey will take five thousand years."

"You are the only one left on Hua Tian Peak, so stay here and guard the fairyland and the mountain gate!"

Huang Ting was not surprised by Luo Qing's instructions, and he also understood that his identity was not suitable to be exposed to the public for the time being.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Luo Qing nodded to Huang Ting, and his figure instantly disappeared into the Hua Tian World.

Luo Qing didn't know the specifics of the preaching and the struggle for the prayer mats within the Purplexiao Palace.

A thousand years have passed, and it is unknown whether the Six Cushions in the Purplexiao Palace have been filled.

But Luo Qing was willing to try and fight for it.

Tearing through space, Luo Qing's figure instantly appeared tens of millions of miles away.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Qing was already beyond the Beyond the Nine Heavens.

However, the outer void is endless, and finding the location of the Purplexiao Palace will require considerable effort.

Deep within the void, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, led by Di Jiang and Houtu, were wandering amidst the spiritual mist.

Although the Ancestral Witch possessed primordial spirits, these spirits were far inferior to those of their peers.

As a result, there is a severe lack of methods for deduction and exploration.

They were currently lost in a wisp of spiritual mist in the void.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, the Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch sensed something and looked in a certain direction behind him.

A familiar aura was rapidly approaching in this direction.

Even if Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch, were to turn to ashes, he would never forget the one who had brought him such humiliation.

"It's the despicable Flame Emperor!"

The Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch could no longer contain her anger.

I never expected to encounter someone I harbor deep hatred for here.

Zhurong roared at the Ancestral Witch, "Brother, it's that despicable Fire God who stole the Ancestral God Bloodline who's coming this way!"