Bestowing Titles Upon the Male and Female Immortal Leaders

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After all, the disparity between the two sides' realms was far too great.

What was truly an anomaly beyond all reason was someone like Haotian: discussing the Dao at the Golden Immortal realm, yet stirring several Da Luo and even slightly increasing their Dao resonance.

Throughout the hall, hundreds of discussion circles expounded the true words of the Great Dao. Dao resonance intertwined and echoed—at times like rivers surging onward, at times like a breeze brushing over mountains.

Time slipped quietly away amid such profound exchanges, and none knew how many cycles of spring and autumn had passed.

This day.

Within Haotian and Yaochi's minds, a detached, supreme Dao Sound suddenly rang out at the same time, unquestionable and absolute:

"Haotian, Yaochi, return to your positions."

The two exchanged a glance, instantly understanding one another. They immediately cupped their hands to Zhunti, Jieyin, Zhenyuanzi, and Hongyun in farewell. "Dao Brothers, the Saint has summoned us. The two of us must take our leave first."

"This discussion of the Dao has benefited us greatly. Should fate allow, we shall renew our Dao fellowship another day."

With that, Haotian lightly flicked his sleeve. The Ten Thousand Crows Pot, Pure Glazed Bottle, Three Talents Jade Cups, and other treasures turned into streaks of light one after another and vanished into his sleeve.

Then his figure swayed slightly, and he and Yaochi transformed into two streams of clear light, returning to either side of the purple jade High Platform. They resumed their attendant positions as before, their expressions respectful and solemn.

Seeing this, the Great Powers inside the hall immediately understood: the period of Dao discussion was drawing to a close.

Hongjun slightly raised his gaze. Haotian and Yaochi understood at once and approached the Mystic Bell engraved with endless Dao patterns. Each took hold of a warm jade mallet and raised an arm to strike it simultaneously.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The bell rang three times, clear and resonant, washing over the Divine Soul. Containing supreme Dao resonance that calmed the heart and returned one to the origin, it instantly spread through every corner of Yan Dao Palace.

The Great Powers who had still been immersed in the lingering essence of the Dao discussion, their minds wandering through the Great Void, felt as though enlightenment had been poured directly into their heads upon hearing the bell. One after another, they gathered their minds, returned to their Original Positions, restrained their auras, quieted their breaths, and composed themselves to await what came next.

Hongjun's gaze was indifferent as it swept over the thousands of figures within the hall. He slowly spoke, his voice like the laws of heaven: "The Dao discussion has concluded."

"If there are unresolved doubts or impassable barriers in your cultivation, you may ask them now."

The moment his words fell, a towering figure rose from the rear rows. Her bearing was grave and profound—it was Houtu, the only one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to have come.

She walked to the open space in the center of the hall and bowed toward the towering High Platform. Her posture was respectful, yet it carried the majestic aura unique to an Ancestral Witch, born from Pangu Bloodline. "Houtu pays respects to the Saint."

"May I ask, Saint: we Twelve Ancestral Witches bear the essence blood of Pangu Father God, and our fleshly bodies can hold up the heavens and shake the earth... Can we cultivate the methods of the Immortal Dao?"

Hongjun's indifferent gaze fell upon her, and his Dao Sound rang directly within the depths of Houtu's mind: "To cultivate the Immortal Dao, the Primordial Spirit is paramount."

"One must use the Primordial Spirit to sense the Heavenly Dao and command the laws of the cosmos."

"You Ancestral Witches are born with peerless fleshly bodies, and your bloodlines naturally contain the Supernatural Powers of laws. Yet your Primordial Spirits are incomplete, nearly nonexistent."

"Therefore, the broad road of the Immortal Dao is... closed to you."

At his words, Houtu's valiant body trembled almost imperceptibly. A trace of deep disappointment and confusion swept across her face.

Yet her will was unyielding. She swiftly steadied her roiling Qi and Blood, raised her head once more, and a thread of unyielding obsession ignited in her eyes. "I beg the Saint to grant further compassionate guidance."

"Does our Ancestral Witch lineage have any method or fortuitous opportunity to complete our Primordial Spirits and give birth to true spirits?"

As soon as this question was asked, Hongjun's ancient well-still brows creased ever so slightly.

Though they immediately returned to normal, several Great Powers who had been watching closely felt their hearts tighten.

Hongjun's voice remained calm, yet it rang out with the stern majesty of the laws of heaven and earth:

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born bearing the legacy of Great God Pangu. Your fleshly bodies are the Great Dao itself, and your bloodlines manifest Supernatural Powers."

"This is a fortune bestowed by heaven and earth, but it is also the fundamental shackle of your existence."

"The Great Dao has its balance; gain and loss walk together, and yin and yang root each other."

"To forcibly seek a Primordial Spirit would be no different from disrupting the origin of your lives and defying the foundation granted to you by heaven and earth."

"At that time, you may not be tolerated by heaven and earth. Boundless tribulations will naturally descend upon you."

These words already carried a warning from the Heavenly Dao, along with the chilling intent of its laws.

Houtu heard them and felt an invisible, formless pressure, vast as the heavens, silently envelop her entire body.

It slowed the rush of her bloodline ever so slightly, causing the flow of energy throughout her body to sink. A faint pallor appeared on her face.

She stood in silence for a moment before finally bowing deeply. Her voice carried an unconcealable strain. "Houtu... understands."

"Thank you, Saint, for resolving my doubts." With that, she slowly returned to her seat. Her figure, once upright as a mountain range, now seemed somewhat heavy and sluggish.

After Houtu returned to her seat, several dozen Great Powers rose in succession within the hall, respectfully asking about difficulties in cultivation and confusions regarding the Great Dao.

Hongjun answered them one by one, his words concise and incisive, pointing straight to the root of each matter. Again and again, those who heard him felt the clouds part from their minds, their Dao Hearts becoming clear and bright.

Only when no one else had questions did Hongjun calmly announce that this session of preaching the Dao had come to a perfect conclusion.

Just as the Great Powers prepared to rise, offer their thanks, and take their leave, Hongjun's voice rang out once more from atop the High Platform.

"The orthodox path of cultivation in the Great Desolation has now been established. Those who cultivate the Immortal Dao may no longer act as wantonly as they did in the past, with no one to restrain them."

"East Prince." Hongjun's gaze fell upon a Purple Robed Daoist inside the hall, whose bearing was noble and refined, with the Dao rhythm of pure yang circulating around him.

"In the name of the ancestor of the Immortal Dao, I confer upon you the title of Head of Male Immortals. You shall oversee all affairs of the male immortals of the Great Desolation, harmonize yin and yang, and uphold the proper order."

"I bestow upon you the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Dragon Head Golden Crutch, the High-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure Pure Yang Sword, Purple Sun Bell, and Immortal Scroll, that your authority may be made manifest and you may command the immortals."

Upon hearing this decree, East Prince, seated in a prominent position inside the hall, felt as though nine heavens' thunder had exploded in his ears. His mind shook violently, and he fell into a daze.

The several thousand Great Powers present were likewise struck dumb with astonishment, finding it hard to believe.

Even Grand Supreme Elder Lord, who had always remained tranquil and detached, could not suppress a flicker of surprise in his indifferent eyes.

Within the entire Yan Dao Palace, only Haotian, standing in attendance at Hongjun's left, remained unchanged in expression, his gaze calm.

"This disciple... this disciple thanks Dao Ancestor for his sacred grace!"

"This disciple shall surely not fail Dao Ancestor's trust, devoting himself to the very end to set the Immortal Dao in order!" East Prince came back to his senses, his wild joy nearly spilling from his face.

He hurriedly rose and walked to the center of the hall, prostrating himself in a grand salute, his voice trembling faintly with excitement.

Seeing him lose his composure so thoroughly, quite a few Great Powers secretly looked down on him, feeling that he had lost the bearing of a Da Luo.

But on second thought, if the exalted position of "Head of Male Immortals" and so many precious treasures had fallen upon their own heads, they likely would not have fared much better. They could only let it go, leaving behind nothing but complicated, unspoken envy and contemplation.

Hongjun took in the myriad expressions of the crowd without any change in his demeanor. His gaze then shifted to another female immortal, dignified and graceful, with the bearing of a mother of all subtly apparent. "West Queen Mother."

"In the name of the ancestor of the Immortal Dao, I confer upon you the title of Head of Female Immortals. You shall assist in overseeing all affairs of the female immortals of the Great Desolation."

"I bestow upon you the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Kunlun Mirror and the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Plain Cloud Realm Banner. You shall oversee the heavens and command the myriad flowers."

West Queen Mother had been quietly considering the possible changes to the Great Desolation Situation that East Prince's newfound authority might bring. Hearing her name, she could not help but freeze, then stood there stunned.