Zixiao Palace Preaches the Dao

Seeing the six futons, everyone's heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if some heavenly secret was guiding them.

Almost instantly, the Three Pure Ones, relying on their cultivation and tacit understanding, occupied the first three futons.

Nuwa, with the secret assistance of Fuxi, managed to grab the fourth.

Old Ancestor Hongyun's good-natured personality flared up. Seeing Kunpeng speed towards the fifth futon, he intended to yield, but was suddenly pulled by Zhenyuanzi beside him, and ended up sitting on it himself.

Kunpeng, seeing this, quickly set his sights on the last futon.

Just as he was about to claim this last futon, a figure clad in green beat him to it.

It was Xuan Qing, who had transformed from a lotus seed of the Thirty-Six-Grade Creation Green Lotus!

His Devouring System could provide him with massive points after devouring the Primordial Violet Qi.

Once he broke through to Quasi-Saint after the deadline, he could seek revenge on the Three Pure Ones!

Kunpeng shot Xuan Qing an indignant look. Sensing the latter's Late Grand Unity cultivation, he was startled and retreated into the crowd.

During this scramble, most of the Transmigrators did not act rashly.

While the Primordial Violet Qi was precious, who knew if Hongjun had poisoned it?

Besides, they had Systems and didn't need merit to become Saints.

Even Li Shou, who didn't have a System, merely helped his three elder brothers contend for the futons, while he himself observed the situation.

His reasoning was simple.

The six Saints destined by heaven were fixed, but the selection of those six Saints was ultimately up to Hongjun.

Whether this futon was fought for or not, it was still Hongjun who decided who would ultimately possess the Primordial Violet Qi.

At the same time, the Zixiao Palace doors, which were about to close, suddenly revealed two figures who had arrived late.

It was Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing that the six futons were already occupied, they exchanged a glance, their faces instantly contorted with sorrow, and they quietly retreated to the back.

The Transmigrators in Zixiao Palace all turned their gaze to them. Seeing the two not crying or making a fuss, they were bewildered.

What was going on?

Shouldn't these two be crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang themselves, and then good old Hongyun would yield his seat to them?

And shouldn't Kunpeng have been the one sitting on the sixth futon?

Who was that person holding the green lotus leaf who never left his side?

No... this isn't how it's written in the novels!

Most of the Transmigrators were in hiding, developing themselves, so they were unaware that the spiritual meridians of the West had already been repaired, and Jieyin and Zhunti were not as impoverished as they imagined.

Meanwhile, Old Ancestor Hongyun's face showed hesitation and struggle. Finally, as if having made a decision, he stood up.

Zhenyuanzi saw this and quickly transmitted his voice, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, absolutely not! This seat concerns great matters, how can you yield it?"

However, Hongyun hesitated for a moment before standing up and cupping his hands towards Kunpeng, saying, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have traveled far and worked hard. I, with my shallow fortune, have no affinity with this futon..."

Hongyun stood up and then offered his futon to Kunpeng.

Zhenyuanzi was so angry his beard bristled, but he was helpless.

Kunpeng, though puzzled, saw the opportunity that had fallen into his lap and saw no reason to give it up. He then sat on the futon.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist," Kunpeng said gratefully, although he disliked Hongyun's good-natured ways.

The Transmigrators were stunned. As expected, one couldn't fully believe Great Desolation novels.

Li Shou watched all this unfold, his heart filled with anxiety. "Fellow Daoist Hongyun is being foolish! This is not just a seat, it's a Saint position!"

But his cultivation was low, and his words carried little weight. He could only fret anxiously.

Chen Tian observed coldly. He had some guesses about the significance of these futons but didn't care.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches did not cultivate the primordial spirit nor did they sever the Three Corpses. He himself intended to follow the Hun Yuan Great Dao, rather than becoming a Saint through merit with the help of Primordial Violet Qi.

These futons were useless to him.

He was more concerned about the content of Hongjun's sermon, and... the "anomalies" present.

Qin Yuan hid behind the crowd, writing furiously: "Shocking! Mystery of the Zixiao Palace Futons! The Untold Secrets of Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, and Kunpeng."

"Points +50"

Qin Yuan pulled Tai Yi along, standing far off in a corner, determined not to go near the front row.

Tai Yi, however, still harbored wicked intentions, his eyes constantly drifting towards Nuwa and Xi He.

Xuan Qing sat cross-legged on the futon, staring intently at the empty futons of the Three Pure Ones and Hongjun beside him, his eyes filled with malice.

The other great beings also found places to sit or stand, awaiting the start of the sermon.

Just as all these different states of being unfolded, on the high platform, space rippled slightly.

A figure appeared without warning.

Clad in simple cloth, with white hair cascading down his shoulders, his face was ancient and simple, his eyes deep as an abyss, and his aura faintly resonated with the entire Zixiao Palace, and even with the Heavenly Dao in the unseen depths.

It was Hongjun!

The moment he appeared, the Zixiao Palace, which had been filled with faint noises, fell into a silence where a pin drop could be heard.

All the mighty beings, regardless of their thoughts, felt an invisible, boundless pressure. It was the absolute disparity in life level and Dao comprehension.

The majesty of a Saint was not to be blasphemed.

Hongjun's gaze calmly swept over the beings below, lingering slightly on a few "key targets." He understood.

Zhang Hao's eyes were also constantly focused on the Zixiao Palace.

As his gaze swept over everyone in Zixiao Palace, he was completely stunned.

Among the three thousand guests of the mortal world, nearly a thousand were Transmigrators.

"Hongjun, if you feel stressed, just tell me."

Zhang Hao communicated with Hongjun.

Hongjun's mouth twitched.

We're about to start preaching, and you're telling me this?

At most, I'll just run off to the chaos like Yangmei later. Anyway, these Systems are plundering your origin.

Zhang Hao: But they all think you are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao! You have to take all the blame!

Hongjun:?

Hongjun ignored Zhang Hao's grumbling and slowly began to speak. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every being's ears, penetrating the depths of their souls:

"High I recline in the nine heavens, on a cushion I understand the true Dao. Beyond heaven and earth, I shall be the master..."

After reciting the opening poem, Hongjun said no more and began his sermon.

"The Great Dao is nameless, nurturing all things; the Great Dao is formless, governing the sun and moon..."

"I will preach three times in total. This is the first time, and it is the Dao of Grand Unity."

The words of a Saint were like imperial decrees, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth as auspicious signs descended from heaven.

Endless Dao Rhyme transformed into tangible runes that flowed through Zixiao Palace, expounding the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the profound mysteries of Hun Yuan.

The beings below listened with rapturous intoxication.

The Four Pure Ones showed joy and nodded frequently, clearly gaining immense insights.

Nuwa seemed to have an epiphany, her aura of creation growing more potent.

Jieyin and Zhunti listened, scratching their heads, sometimes joyful, sometimes deep in thought.

Qin Yuan's brow furrowed. The Wild History System worked frantically, and soon, it concocted another piece of wild history:

The Heavenly Dao is unfair, therefore the Heavenly Dao is female! Hongjun merged with the Dao, so perhaps it's...

He forgot the middle part.

Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao, what a pair of ill-fated lovers!

Zhang Hao: ...

Hongjun: ...

As for Tai Yi, he was secretly glancing at the goddess in the first half, but in the second half, he was also captivated by the profound sounds of the Great Dao.

The Many Sons, Much Fortune System even began to deduce the topic of "how to conceive higher-quality offspring" based on the content of the sermon...

Although the Twelve Ancestor Witches did not cultivate their primordial spirits and were not very interested in the sermon, they simply fell asleep in Zixiao Palace.

Chen Tian shook his head helplessly as he watched the Twelve Ancestor Witches fall asleep. It was just like what was written in the novels.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches came to listen to the sermon mainly to protect Chen Tian's safety. Who knew if the Four Pure Ones would try to kidnap Chen Tian like they did before?

After thinking this, Chen Tian then focused his full attention on listening to Hongjun's sermon, his physical body and primordial spirit resonating simultaneously.

Li Shou listened with great eagerness. This was the key for him to change his destiny and catch up to his elder brothers!

While listening, Xuan Qing fiercely suppressed his hatred for the Three Pure Ones and Hongjun. The System indicated that listening attentively would help him "resurrect" his Dao companion faster.

For a time.

All the beings present were immersed in the Saintly Dao Rhyme released by Hongjun.

Even the Transmigrators, who knew the "plot," had to admit that Hongjun truly lived up to his reputation as the foremost being in the Great Desolation.

If not for their Systems, they would probably never have reached Hongjun's level, let alone escaped the schemes of the Heavenly Dao and achieved transcendence.