Go to the Purple Cloud Palace to Listen to the Dao

If they encountered danger in the future, this would also be a trump card.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were both immensely grateful to Qin Yun.

The three chatted for a while longer, then Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi took their leave.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi prepared to head to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the preaching.

Two hundred years had already passed. In the Primordial World, most living beings had already made their way to the Purple Cloud Palace.

They, too, planned to set out.

The Primordial World was boundless and vast. Travel alone required a great deal of time.

The Purple Cloud Palace lay within the Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. To the living beings of the Primordial World, it was incomparably, incomparably far away.

Some living beings could not ascend to the heavens at all and could only sigh in sorrow.

Some, even if they barely managed to ascend, could not reach the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Some, even if they barely arrived beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, might not necessarily be able to reach the Purple Cloud Palace.

The Purple Cloud Palace stood within the Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. This place was exceedingly perilous, filled with Astral Wind.

Anyone below the Golden Immortal realm who stepped into the void would instantly be blown into grievous injury by the Astral Wind, or even perish with their Dao extinguished.

In the present-day Primordial World, those whose cultivation could reach the Golden Immortal realm were already far from weak.

One could imagine that countless living beings had been shut out, unable to go to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the preaching.

Even if they risked everything, they might not meet a good end.

Hongjun Preaching had a threshold; it was not something just anyone could come and hear.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were both at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm. They flew toward the space beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, and their speed was considered rather swift.

Three hundred years later, they finally arrived beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

This place was filled with Astral Wind. Turbulent currents of Astral Wind endlessly coiled through the void.

At this moment, many living beings had gathered here as well. They all wished to cross this turbulent flow of Chaos Astral Wind.

However, those who could cross had long since crossed. Only those who could not remained here, wavering and hesitating to move forward.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi exchanged a glance, then stepped into the void together and headed toward the Astral Wind currents.

The Astral Wind was indeed fierce, but for experts like Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, it had little effect.

They flew through this stretch of void.

Many living beings had also entered this void, but whether they could find the Purple Cloud Palace still depended on their own fate.

Some people, even after arriving here, might not necessarily be able to find the Purple Cloud Palace.

Such matters also depended on fate.

Time slowly passed, and Hongjun Preaching was about to begin.

Many living beings had arrived outside the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace. Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi had arrived as well.

Fuxi and Nuwa had also arrived.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had also arrived.

The Three Pure Ones of Pangu had arrived as well.

At this moment, the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace slowly opened, and two Daoist Children emerged from within.

These two Daoist Children were Haotian and Yaochi, attendants enlightened by Hongjun.

Seeing the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace open, everyone who had come here rejoiced inwardly.

Haotian and Yaochi looked at those present and said, "Fellow Daoists, my master's preaching is about to begin. Please enter."

At those words, everyone nodded, cupped their hands toward the two Daoist Children, and walked into the Purple Cloud Palace.

They did not walk very quickly. After all, they had come to hear the preaching—there was no need to rush, was there?

Most of them walked at a leisurely pace, conversing as they went.

Hongyun looked at them and thought, Are there really six Cushions here?

The Mountain God had said there were six Cushions here, and that the six Cushions corresponded to six Saint Positions.

Zhenyuanzi looked at them as well. He had also heard the Mountain God speak of this matter, and Hongyun had mentioned it too.

If there really were six Cushions...

They walked inside, into the main hall, and saw six Cushions placed at the very front of the hall.

These six Cushions appeared profoundly mysterious, emanating an enigmatic aura.

At the sight, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi both unconsciously frowned, their hearts filled with shock!

This... there really were six Cushions...

Mountain God had not lied!

The Three Pure Ones walked at the very front and took the first three cushions.

When they saw the Three Pure Ones take three cushions, everyone else vaguely sensed something.

There were only six cushions here. If one could claim a cushion, it seemed it would be a good thing.

Fuxi was skilled in deduction. He faintly sensed something and felt that these six cushions must hold some great mystery.

Thinking this, Fuxi pulled Nuwa over at once and pushed her onto a cushion.

Relying on his terrifying speed, Kunpeng swiftly flew over and landed on a cushion.

Now, only one cushion remained.

According to the Primordial Wilderness's original course, Hongyun would also have taken a cushion.

However, Hongyun had no intention of taking one, and neither did Zhenyuanzi.

The two of them had already learned about the six cushions from Qin Yun, and they also knew of Hongjun's scheme. Neither intended to sit on one.

With only the final cushion left, everyone stared at it, wanting to take the seat.

In the end, Dijun sat on that cushion.

Seeing Dijun take the final cushion, everyone waved their hands and sighed. They did not dwell on it any further.

After all, there were only six cushions, yet so many people had come. It was perfectly normal that some could not get one.

The hall was so vast anyway. It was not as though they had to sit on cushions; they could simply find any spot to sit.

After all, they had all come to listen to the Dao. Where they sat made no difference.

The others scattered and found places to sit.

The hall was enormous, more than large enough to accommodate them all.

Just then, as the gates of Purple Cloud Palace were about to close, two Daoists arrived belatedly.

Those two Daoists were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti hurried into Purple Cloud Palace. They had come all the way from the west, and the journey had indeed taken considerable time.

Upon reaching the hall, they found it packed with people, while only the front held six cushions.

Only six people sat on cushions; everyone else had none.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. They decided that, no matter what, they had to secure a cushion—ideally, both brothers would get one.

But how could they obtain cushions?

The two brothers racked their brains, and in the end, they decided to play the pity card.

Thus, the two brothers began bawling their eyes out in the hall.

"Alas, what sorrow! Your poor brothers came from the west, traveling countless billions of miles and enduring untold hardships to get here, only to find that we do not even have a seat..."

"Indeed. We came from the west, and the road was long, fraught with countless dangers. We dared not slack off, traveling day and night for fear of missing the Dao Ancestor's sermon. Yet even after all that, we still arrived one step too late..."

Jieyin and Zhunti wept as they spoke, looking utterly miserable.

Everyone looked at them, not knowing what to say.