Hongjun remained calm and patiently explained, "The Great Luo Dao is boundless. Quasi-Saints and even Saints are merely extensions of the Great Luo Dao."
"In ancient times, Quasi-Saints were known as Hun Yuan Golden Immortals, though they are not quite the same as Hun Yuan Golden Immortals."
As Hongjun spoke, he looked toward Chang Xi, who stood in a corner of Zixiao Palace.
Chang Xi shuddered, suddenly feeling as if he could see right through her.
If she hadn't known she had a system, she would have thought Hongjun had already seen through her secrets.
Hongjun's gaze lingered on her for only an instant, so no one else noticed.
"Hun Yuan Golden Immortals comprehend the laws of the Great Dao. But now the Great Dao has withdrawn, and its laws are obscure and difficult to understand. That is why I created the method of slaying the Three Corpses."
"The so-called Three Corpses are the desires of all living beings: goodness, evil, and obsession."
"Innate Spiritual Treasures contain the laws of the Great Dao. By using one as an anchor to slay the Three Corpses, one can forcibly break through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal. But because the laws are not ones you comprehended yourselves, I call this realm Quasi-Saint."
After finishing his explanation, Hongjun began to lecture on the path of Quasi-Saint cultivation. To accommodate Xi He and Chang Xi, he even discussed some methods of cultivating as Hun Yuan Golden Immortals.
As he began teaching the Quasi-Saint Dao, golden lotuses sprang from the ground throughout Zixiao Palace, and Saintly Dao Rhyme filled the air.
One Great Power after another broke through.
Even the Transmigrators listened, completely entranced and unable to tear themselves away.
Compared with the native beings of the Prehistoric World, they actually gained even more insight, thanks to their systems.
Before anyone knew it, three thousand years had passed.
Hongjun stopped lecturing and looked at the crowd. "That is all for this lecture. If you have any questions, speak up."
"May I ask, Saint, is there a difference in strength between Quasi-Saints and Hun Yuan Golden Immortals?" Kunpeng, seated in the front row, asked.
Hongjun replied, "Quasi-Saints rely on the laws within Innate Spiritual Treasures. The higher the quality of the treasure, the stronger the Quasi-Saint."
"Hun Yuan Golden Immortals are generally stronger than Quasi-Saints, though it varies from person to person."
As he spoke, Hongjun glanced over the Transmigrators in the crowd.
If they followed the Quasi-Saint path, those Transmigrators with countless treasures in hand might actually wear down a Hun Yuan Golden Immortal.
"May I ask, Saint, can the Three Corpses method be cultivated alongside proving the Dao through laws?" one Transmigrator asked.
One could comprehend laws personally while also relying on the laws within Innate Spiritual Treasures.
Wouldn't combining the two make one far stronger than others at the same level?
Quite a few among the three thousand Great Powers shared this idea.
The Prehistoric World was perilous. Who wouldn't want to become stronger?
"Of course. I became a Saint by slaying the Three Corpses, and I am now also comprehending the laws of the Great Dao. But trying to take on too much will only leave you with a superficial grasp of everything. Consider your choices carefully," Hongjun said honestly, without hiding anything.
The three thousand Great Powers began discussing among themselves.
In an unnoticed corner,
a streak of spiritual light flew into Daoist Randeng's sea of consciousness right in front of Hongjun.
Hongjun furrowed his brow and silently moved Randeng's True Spirit to the back courtyard of Zixiao Palace.
As for the Daoist Randeng in Zixiao Palace, someone else had already taken his place.
Holy crap, I've transmigrated?!
Randeng looked around. Drawing on the original body's memories, he quickly realized he had arrived in the Prehistoric World.
And, judging by the timing, the second lecture had just ended.
Why had he transmigrated into Randeng of all people?!
Even in wish-fulfillment novels, this guy never got to be the protagonist.
His true form was a coffin, and his companion Lingbao was a lamp used to light the way for the dead.
How ominous!
In most Prehistoric World novels, he was the villainous side character who got beaten by the protagonist despite having a higher cultivation level, all to show off how powerful the protagonist was.
And the reason for all this was that Randeng was a servant to three masters... No, wait, a man with three different surnames!
During the Witch-Demon era, he studied under Hongjun, yet never made a mark the entire time.
During the Investiture of the Gods, he lowered his status and tried to become Yuanshi's disciple.
Randeng had no shame, but Yuanshi did. Left with no choice, Yuanshi gave him the position of Deputy Leader.
After the Measure Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, he defected to the West and became Ancient Buddha Randeng.
Even Lü Bu would have had to give that maneuver a thumbs-up.
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"Ding—"
"Congratulations, Host, you have bound the Supreme Heavenly Dao System. Your Novice Gift Pack is now being issued: Heavenly Dao Authority!"
There really was a system? Tomato Fiction hadn't lied to me.
But what the heck was this Heavenly Dao Authority?
Heavenly Dao System: Host, don't panic. I'll go get the Heavenly Dao Authority for you right now. Once I do, even Hongjun won't be a match for you!
Randeng: Why do I have a bad feeling about this...
After the system finished speaking, it left Zixiao Palace and headed straight for the Heavenly Dao Void.
Hongjun was dumbfounded.
Good grief, it wanted Heavenly Dao Authority right off the bat? Even I have to work honestly to get that!
Heavenly Dao Void.
Zhang Hao was using the origin of the Prehistoric World to recreate the Gourd Vine and Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.
After Hu Lu died, both of these things had vanished from the Prehistoric World.
These two things were connected to Nuwa creating humanity and proving the Dao. He didn't want the plot going off the rails this early.
Before Nuwa proved the Dao, the Gourd Vine and Nine Heavens Breathing Soil weren't worth much on their own.
Recreating them wouldn't cost Zhang Hao much of the world's origin.
Besides, there were so many systems in the Prehistoric World. He could just get them to reimburse him later.
"Hm? Who the hell unplugged my internet?!"
Zhang Hao turned around.
A little hand formed from spiritual light was fiddling with the Heavenly Dao laws in the Heavenly Dao Void.
Damn it!
Zhang Hao was in the middle of a crucial step in recreating the Gourd Vine. The system's interference meant he'd have to start all over again.
In a fit of rage, Zhang Hao struck out with a Chaos Divine Thunder.
That strike could wound even a Primordial Limitless Great Luo Golden Immortal, let alone a tiny little system.
Heavenly Dao System: So love really can disappear, huh?
The next moment, the Heavenly Dao System was blasted to smithereens, without leaving behind even a trace of its origin.
What a system!
Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly and continued with what he had been doing.
Over this past Measure, he had secretly killed quite a few Transmigrators and accumulated a good amount of origin. It wouldn't be a problem to create a few more Innate Spiritual Treasures for the Prehistoric World.
Besides, those top-tier Transmigrators had plenty of treasures. They'd all belong to the Prehistoric World sooner or later.
He was the Heavenly Dao of the Prehistoric World. What belonged to the Prehistoric World belonged to him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Hao felt better and continued recreating the Innate Spiritual Treasures.
In Zixiao Palace,
no one knew what had happened in the Heavenly Dao Void. No one except Randeng.
Before it died, his system had left him these last words:
"Man, what can I say!"
Randeng: ◑.◑
The system had crashed...
Oh, no!
Randeng kept his expression unchanged, but inside, he was freaking out.
What was he supposed to do without a system?!
The Prehistoric World was dangerous. I'm just a nobody who transmigrated here. Won't those scheming old foxes kill me in a heartbeat...
And I transmigrated into Randeng, the man with three surnames. What a joke!
Wait, the man with three surnames...
I have a plan!
In the Prehistoric World, it wasn't all about fighting and killing. Social connections mattered, and success depended on having powerful backing.
Thinking of this, Randeng couldn't help looking at Hongjun, his eyes burning with hope.
Hongjun noticed Randeng looking at him and looked back.
Their eyes met, and Hongjun sensed that something bad was about to happen.