Old Thief Hongjun Misleads All Beings, Truly Deserves Death!

"If I told you that these five Chaos Supreme Treasures were once all my magic treasures,"

"What would you think?"

Zhou Xuan leaned back on his lounge chair, gently blowing on the tea in his celadon cup. The steam rose, shrouding his calm, still face in mist, making him appear even more unfathomable and profound.

His tone was light and casual, as if he were merely recounting a trivial matter.

However, Sun Wukong and Zhao Gongming across from him exchanged a look, seeing uncontrollable shock and dread in each other's eyes.

"Master... Master, you're saying the five great Chaos Supreme Treasures were all your magic treasures?"

"Hiss! Master, this is no small matter. Please tell us in detail."

Sun Wukong's bushy eyebrows shot up, his face filled with incredulous fervor. Zhao Gongming also quickly stepped forward, their gazes sharp, fixed intently on Zhou Xuan's expression, as if they wanted to pry his next words out of his throat.

Zhou Xuan slowly took a sip of his tea. The hot liquid slid down his throat, and only then did he speak unhurriedly:

"Let's start with the Jade Disk of Creation. This Jade Disk of Creation is my companion magic treasure. Ever since I was born, it has hung around my neck and never left."

His voice was calm and unwavering, but to his disciples, it sounded like rolling thunder. So the Jade Disk of Creation was actually Master's companion magic treasure. How powerful!

"At that time, I was slumbering in the Chaos. Who knew that a big, black, thick, and slippery earthworm would secretly crawl onto my neck, bite through the chain, and snatch the Jade Disk of Creation away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long-suppressed anger flashed across his brow. His knuckles tapped silently on the teacup:

"In all my years, I have never seen such a shameless earthworm!"

Even the usually composed Zhou Xuan couldn't help but grit his teeth at this point.

The Jade Disk of Creation might be his only clue to returning to his world before reincarnation, yet it was stolen by that damned earthworm!

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming suddenly understood, his expression changing drastically. He tentatively asked:

"Master, this disciple has heard that Hongjun's true form is an earthworm, also called a qūxiàn... Could it be that the one who stole the Jade Disk of Creation was Old Ancestor Hongjun?"

Zhou Xuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a blade, and said coldly:

"It was precisely that old thief Hongjun! This karmic debt is not settled. I will break through the Purple Heaven Palace sooner or later and make that old thief kneel and repent!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Sun Wukong, who had been holding his breath, suddenly leaped up. His bell-like eyes widened, his monkey fur stood on end, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

"Master, this Hongjun... is truly a son of a bitch, a creature whose sons are born with venereal disease! Old Sun will definitely cultivate with all his might. One day, without you having to lift a finger, Master, Old Sun's great staff will teach him how to behave!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, his chest heaving, resentment surging in his eyes. He repeatedly lamented:

"The world believes that Dao Ancestor Hongjun is upright and honorable, that he enlightened the Primordial World and accumulated immeasurable Merit... Little did we know that he was actually a thief and a hypocrite! Master, although Gongming is insignificant, he is also willing to follow you to fight the old thief and tear off his mask of hypocrisy!"

Zhou Xuan laughed heartily at this, his voice like a booming bell. He patted the armrest, causing the tea to ripple slightly.

"Good! You are worthy of being my disciple!"

His eyes were deep, and his tone shifted to a cold snort, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"However, a mere Hongjun isn't even worth my attention! If not for the protection of the Heavenly Dao, his Purple Heaven Palace would have been torn down by me long ago. Making him kneel and beg for mercy, or tearing him to shreds a thousand times, would still not quell my hatred!"

As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip. Amidst the swirling mist, his eyes appeared even deeper than an abyss:

"When I cultivate to the Hunyuan Wuji Divine Venerable and rise above the Heavenly Dao, I will make him pay his blood debt!"

Hearing this, a tidal wave surged in Zhao Gongming's heart. He couldn't help but cautiously ask:

"Master, this disciple has a question... Are there realms above the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal? This disciple thought that Saints were already invincible in the world."

Zhou Xuan's lips curved into a faint smile as he slowly shook his head, his voice like the resonance of an ancient bell:

"Above the Saints are the Hunyuan Taiji Celestial Venerable, the Hunyuan Wuji Divine Venerable, and even more powerful beings like the Hongmeng Great Dao Saint Venerable and the Chaos Great Dao Supreme."

"Only by proving oneself as the Chaos Great Dao Supreme, achieving eternal proof, transcending the Great Dao, can one truly be immortal and eternally invincible."

Zhao Gongming's lips parted, and after a long moment, he smacked them together, inwardly gasping.

In the world he had once known, Saints were supreme and eternal. He never imagined that there were such supreme Great Daos to ascend to above them!

His mind was stirred, and he quickly asked again:

"Then, Master, what realm are you currently at?"

Zhou Xuan's expression was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. He said slowly:

"I am currently a Hunyuan Taiji Celestial Venerable."

Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask:

"What about that old thief Hongjun? What is his realm?"

Zhou Xuan gave a cold smile, his voice low:

"Hongjun merged himself with the Heavenly Dao, making him a Sage of Dao Integration."

Zhao Gongming and Sun Wukong exchanged glances, their expressions filled with confusion. Zhou Xuan saw this and sighed softly, his tone laced with disdain:

"A Sage of Dao Integration, to put it bluntly, is also a Hunyuan Taiji Celestial Venerable. But the difference is that that old thief Hongjun is bound by the Heavenly Dao. Even if he eventually merges completely with the Heavenly Dao, becoming one with the Dao and completely devouring the Heavenly Dao, his cultivation limit will only be at the same level as the Heavenly Dao, and he will never truly surpass the Heavenly Dao or rise above it."

He put down his teacup, his voice growing colder:

"Because the Method of Slaying Three Corpses that he passed down is fundamentally flawed! Although the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and others are Heavenly Dao Saints, their realms are equivalent to Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortals. However, their true spirits are entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. While they appear immortal, they are actually bound by the Heavenly Dao."

"If the Heavenly Dao commands them to go east, they cannot go west. If the Heavenly Dao wants them to kneel, they cannot stand tall! If the Heavenly Dao wants them to eat shit, they have to eat shit!"

"Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao set the rules, saying Saints were forbidden from entering the Primordial World, so they had to stay obediently in Chaos. Hongjun said Buddhism Spreads East and Buddhism would flourish. They had to revolve around the Heavenly Dao's will!"

As he spoke, he let out a cold laugh, his gaze sweeping over his two disciples like blades:

"Back then, Sect Master Tongtian established Jiejiao, wanting to seize a sliver of hope for all living beings, but what was the final outcome? They defied the Heavenly Dao, Jiejiao was annihilated, and their disciples withered away."

The fragrance of tea quietly spread through the room, only Zhou Xuan's voice was like a bone-chilling cold wind:

"After severing the Three Corpses to become a Saint, a Sage of the Heavenly Dao, their cultivation stops and never progresses again! Unless bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, there will never be a second Sage of Dao Integration in this world."

Sun Wukong and Zhao Gongming's scalps tingled, but they listened intently, not daring to breathe loudly.

Zhou Xuan glanced at them again, then suddenly coughed lightly, his tone softening:

"I, your Master, proved my Dao through Laws. Becoming a Saint means becoming a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, unbound by the Heavenly Dao. I can stride forward step by step, let alone surpass the Heavenly Dao; one day, I can even shatter the Great Dao and attain eternal indestructibility."

Sun Wukong suddenly came to his senses, slapping his forehead hard. He grinned, revealing his fangs, stark white:

"So close! Luckily, what Old Sun cultivates is Master's method of proving the Dao. If I had learned that old thief's method of severing the Three Corpses, I fear I would have been toyed with by the Heavenly Dao my entire life, forever unable to be a truly free monkey!"

Zhao Gongming also tightly gripped the whisk in his hand, his face flushing slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"So Hongjun, that old thief, used the wrong cultivation method to restrain all living beings. He truly deserves to die!"

Zhou Xuan looked at his two disciples, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and said coldly again:

"Hongjun's three thousand years of preaching in Zixiao Palace back then was merely a conspiracy between him and the Heavenly Dao. He passed down the method of severing the Three Corpses with the sole purpose of locking down the beings of the Primordial World and weakening the foundation of the land."

As his words fell, the atmosphere in the room seemed to ignite. Sun Wukong and Zhao Gongming felt an irrepressible rage welling up in their chests.

"Damn Hongjun, that bald old fool, that white-bearded old thief, he truly deserves to die!"

"Old Sun has never seen such a shameless scoundrel!"

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