Saint Positions

Purple Sky Palace.

A faint, barely noticeable golden gleam appeared along the edges of the petals above Dao Xuan's head, and the Dao rhythm grew increasingly solid.

The Dharma power within his body surged like dragons, launching an assault on the threshold of the middle stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm!

That barrier was already clearly visible. Given just a little more time, he would naturally break through and advance another step!

At that critical moment!

The heavenly voice that resounded through his primordial spirit and expounded the supreme Great Dao abruptly stopped without warning!

Like a surging river suddenly cut off!

Like blazing flames abruptly extinguished!

Within Purple Sky Palace, heavenly flowers stopped falling, golden lotuses ceased emerging, and the torrent of Dao rhythm that filled the air seemed to have been forcibly severed by an invisible giant hand!

"Ugh!"

Dao Xuan let out a muffled groan, his face turning deathly pale in an instant!

The surging Dharma power within him suddenly lost its guidance. Like wild horses out of control, it crashed recklessly through his meridians!

The Top Three Flowers above his head swayed violently as their golden light scattered. Not only did the realm barrier on the verge of breaking fail to shatter, it became even more resilient and stagnant under the backlash of that forced interruption!

An intense, indescribable sense of suffocation, irritation, and even fury erupted explosively within his chest like volcanic magma!

"Which bastard dared interrupt this master's breakthrough?! Are you tired of living?! Just wait until I—"

Dao Xuan abruptly opened his eyes. Blood vessels filled them, and murderous light blazed within. He nearly burst into curses, ready to tear the bastard who had interrupted his opportunity into ten thousand pieces!

However!

When his flame-spewing gaze met the gray-robed figure atop the platform—seemingly ordinary, yet apparently fused with the entire chaotic universe—

It was as if, in the depths of winter, a basin of icy water had been poured over him from head to toe!

All his rage, hostility, and impulse instantly froze, shattered, and vanished into nothing!

His mind buzzed, and he had never been clearer!

Cold sweat instantly soaked the Dao robe on his back!

On the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's indifferent gaze calmly swept over those below.

That gaze seemed... seemed to pause on him for one ten-thousandth of an instant?

Dao Xuan even felt that the corner of Dao Ancestor's indistinct face seemed to lift ever so slightly?

Was he smiling, or not smiling?

A chill shot from his tailbone straight to the crown of the head!

Dao Xuan shuddered violently. Every stray thought was instantly wiped clean, leaving behind only boundless reverence and lingering fear.

He immediately fixed his gaze on his nose, his nose upon his heart, and sat upright. He was as obedient as a quail, even making his breathing as light as possible.

Phew... that was close! I nearly got myself killed!

The one who interrupted my breakthrough was Dao Ancestor himself?!

How is that any different from filing a complaint with the King of Hell because the Book of Life and Death got something wrong?

Do I have a death wish?

Dao Xuan frantically mocked himself inwardly, while desperately maintaining a respectful, calm expression.

He secretly raised his eyes and swiftly swept his gaze around.

Inside Purple Sky Palace, nearly every Dao listener was in the same state as him.

Some were flushed, their breaths disordered.

Some had tightly furrowed brows, their faces full of unwillingness.

Some even had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, clearly suffering serious injuries.

Evidently, he was far from the only one whose enlightenment—or even breakthrough—had been forcibly interrupted!

The entire hall was filled with suppressed resentment and fury on the verge of eruption.

But when everyone's gaze touched that figure atop the high platform—

All their resentment and rage melted away in an instant, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

In their place came profound reverence and a trace of stifled frustration they dared not voice.

The great hall was silent enough to hear a needle drop.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun paid no heed to the reactions of those below, as though forcibly ending his lecture had been as ordinary as brushing away a speck of dust.

After a moment of silence, his indifferent voice rang out once more, clearly entering the primordial spirits of every living being:

"This lecture has concluded. My Great Dao has all been imparted here."

"From this day forth, Purple Sky Palace shall close and no longer hold lectures."

"I shall merge myself with the Dao and complete the workings of the Heavenly Dao. From this day forth, unless an immeasurable calamity arrives, Hongjun shall not emerge."

The words were like a massive boulder cast into a placid lake!

Boom!

The three thousand Purple Sky guests below instantly erupted into an uproar!

Though quite a few secretly rejoiced—after all, with one less "father" overseeing heaven, earth, and even the air above their heads, they could act with fewer reservations—

Outwardly, however, every one of them looked as though their parents had died, wailing in grief!

"Teacher! You must not!" Daoist Jieyin reacted first, throwing himself to the ground. His voice was mournful, and his sallow, emaciated face was full of sorrow.

"Teacher is the stabilizing pillar of the Great Desolation World. How can you speak lightly of Merging with the Dao? The myriad spirits of the Great Desolation World all need Teacher's protection!"

"Teacher, please reconsider!"

Daoist Zhunti followed close behind, dropping to his knees with a thud. Tears and snot streamed down his fair face, and his bright red immortal robe was stained with dust.

"We disciples have listened to the Great Dao as though bathed in sweet rain, yet we have not fully received Teacher's true teachings. How can Teacher abandon us and leave? The Great Desolation World cannot go a single day without Teacher!"

"We beg Teacher to retract this decision!"

Empress Nuwa also wore a sorrowful expression as she gracefully bowed, even her aura of creation carrying grief.

"Teacher!" The Three Pure Ones, Dijun, Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi, Red Cloud, and the other foremost great powers all bowed in turn, whether sincere or not. Their mournful pleas shook Purple Sky Palace.

For a time, Purple Sky Palace was filled with weeping, and cries of grief shook the heavens, as if Dao Ancestor's Merging with the Dao meant the end of the Great Desolation World.

Seated behind Laozi, Dao Xuan watched this collective display of Oscar-worthy performances and could not stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.

Good grief... those acting skills, that reaction speed... the two fellow Daoists from the West would be wasting their talent if they did not perform in operas. Every big shot in the Great Desolation World is an award-winning actor!

He mocked them inwardly, but still lowered his head with everyone else and put on a grieving expression.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun remained indifferent, as though the people crying and lamenting below were not the foremost great powers of the Great Desolation World, but merely a group of noisy ants.

He gently raised a hand. An invisible force swept through the hall, and every kneeling figure was lifted by a gentle yet irresistible power.

"My will is decided. There is no need for further words."

His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable majesty, instantly suppressing every cry of grief.

"Before Merging with the Dao, if you have any doubts in cultivation, you may ask."

The great hall instantly fell silent.

After a brief silence.

Laozi stepped forward from the crowd and deeply bowed toward the high platform. His voice was even, yet carried a trace of inquiry.

"May I ask Teacher, what is a Saint?"

That question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly drawing everyone's attention!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun slightly lifted his gaze and spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet it boomed like thunder in the heart of every living being.

"A Saint possesses the Dao Fruit of the Primordial Chaos Grand Unity Golden Immortal."

"The primordial spirit is entrusted to the void of the Heavenly Dao, remaining unscathed through countless tribulations and unstained by karma."

"Beneath Saints, all are ants."

"Saints neither die nor perish."

Boom!!!

Those simple words were like divine lightning from Heaven and Earth Creation, striking fiercely against the minds of every great power in Purple Sky Palace!

Beneath Saints, all are ants!

Saints neither die nor perish!

What kind of realm was that? What kind of power?!

Those who had just been "weeping" over Dao Ancestor's Merging with the Dao now all erupted with terrifying brilliance in their eyes, their breathing growing heavy!

It was the ultimate yearning for supreme power! The final pursuit of eternal indestructibility!

Dao Xuan's mind shook as well. Although he had long known this premise, hearing it spoken from Dao Ancestor's own mouth was still incomparably shocking.

Saints... this is the true pinnacle of the Great Desolation World!

His heart burned with longing for that supreme realm.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate stepped forward immediately after Laozi. His face was solemn, and his voice carried a trace of gravity.

"May I ask Teacher, in this Great Desolation World, is the Saint position predetermined in number?"

That question struck directly at the heart of everyone present!

Becoming a Saint was so alluring, but how many spots were there?

Dao Ancestor Hongjun swept his gaze across those below and slowly said,

"Beneath the Heavenly Dao, nine is the ultimate number."

"I already occupy one."

"Of the remaining Saint positions, there shall be eight."

Eight!

Only eight spots!

The area below instantly fell deathly silent!

The blazing fire of ambition that had just ignited seemed to have been doused with a basin of cold water!

Among the three thousand Purple Sky guests, there were countless Grand Unity Golden Immortals and quite a few Quasi-Saints, yet there were only eight places to become Saints?!

How brutal was that competition?! It was simply the Great Desolation World version of thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge!

Despair had already appeared in the eyes of many great powers, especially those who knew their foundations were shallow and their fortune insufficient.

Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti exchanged a glance, their concern deepening.

Sect Master Tongtian was the most direct by nature. He stepped out from the crowd, his clear voice sharp with vigor as he asked the most crucial question—the question everyone cared about most.

"May I ask Teacher, is there a method to Prove Dao and become a Saint?"

Whoosh!

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Tongtian like searchlights, filled with gratitude and anticipation!

Well asked! Uncle Tongtian—fellow Daoist Tongtian—has voiced everyone's deepest thoughts! Countless great powers shouted inwardly.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked toward Tongtian and said indifferently,

"There are three thousand Great Daos, and all may Prove Dao. However, there are primarily three methods of becoming a Saint."

"First, Prove Dao with Strength."

"Imitate Pangu and, with supreme power, forcibly break the restraints of the Heavenly Dao to attain Primordial Chaos. This method is the most difficult, but also the most powerful. Yet even Pangu failed to achieve perfect success, transforming his body into the Great Desolation World."

Even Great God Pangu had failed?!

Everyone's hearts tightened, and that path immediately seemed impossibly remote.

"Second, Prove Dao with Merit."

"Perform great merit for heaven and earth, gain the Heavenly Dao's recognition, and receive boundless merit. Forge a meritorious Saint body, and one may also become a Saint."

"However, the merit required is vast. Without enormous merit such as Heaven and Earth Creation, creating life, or mending the heavens, it cannot be done."

Heaven and Earth Creation? Creating life? Mending the heavens? That was not much easier than Proving Dao with Strength!

Everyone's hearts sank again.

"Third, Prove Dao by Slaying Three Corpses."

"Sever the three corpses of one's own benevolent thoughts, malicious thoughts, and obsessions, and entrust them to Innate Spiritual Treasures."

"Once all three corpses are severed and one's cultivation reaches perfection, use Primordial Violet Qi as the guide. Unite the three corpses as one and entrust the primordial spirit to the void of the Heavenly Dao. One may then attain the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit."

"I became a Saint through this method."

Slaying Three Corpses! Primordial Violet Qi!

The crucial information had arrived!

Everyone pricked up their ears, terrified of missing even a single word!

"May I ask, Teacher," Laozi spoke again, asking the core question, "is Primordial Violet Qi the Foundation of Becoming a Saint?"

"That is so."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded. "Primordial Violet Qi is the foundation of the Great Dao, formed from the source of the Heavenly Dao. Without this qi, even if one slays all three corpses and one's cultivation reaches perfection, one cannot sense the Heavenly Dao or entrust the primordial spirit to it. In the end, one cannot become a Saint."

Boom!

It was like dripping cold water into a boiling pot of oil!

The entire Purple Sky Palace completely erupted!

Primordial Violet Qi! The Foundation of Becoming a Saint! Without it, all prior effort would be wasted!

Everyone's gazes became incomparably fervent as they stared fixedly at Dao Ancestor, as if asking: Where was the violet qi?!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun seemed to see through everyone's thoughts and said no more.

He lightly waved his sleeve.

In an instant, violet qi surged throughout Purple Sky Palace!

Seven threads of violet airflow, as thin as hairs yet containing supreme Dao rhythm, flew from his sleeve!

The moment the violet qi appeared, the Dao rhythm throughout Purple Sky Palace resonated with it!

Heavenly flowers and golden lotuses emerged once again, as if paying homage!

The seven streams of violet qi spiraled and danced through the hall like seven nimble little dragons, emitting an intoxicating aura that seemed capable of reaching eternity itself!

Everyone stopped breathing!

Their eyes widened round!

Their hearts nearly leaped from their chests!

Primordial Violet Qi! The foundation of the Great Dao! The key to becoming a Saint!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun swept his gaze over those below, his voice indifferent:

"This is Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation of the Great Dao."

"Those who obtain it may comprehend the Heavenly Dao and have hope of attaining sainthood."

The moment those words fell, Purple Sky Palace became silent enough to hear a pin drop. Every gaze locked onto the seven swirling streams of violet air, each containing supreme Dao resonance, and even their breathing seemed to stop.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze first fell upon Supreme Clarity Laozi at the very front.

"Supreme Clarity Laozi."

Hearing his name, Laozi remained calm. He stepped forward and bowed. "This disciple is here."

"You were formed from the Pure Qi of Pangu's primordial spirit. Your foundation is profound, your fortune enduring, and you possess great merit and great opportunity."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice was utterly even, yet it carried the majesty of a decree that settled heaven and earth.

"I now accept you as my first disciple and grant you one strand of Primordial Violet Qi, aiding you in comprehending the Heavenly Dao and attaining a Saint position."

As his words fell, a strand of Primordial Violet Qi flew toward Laozi like a joyous violet dragon.

The auspicious cloud above Laozi's head spread slightly, and the violet qi entered it, concealing itself deep within his primordial spirit as it reflected one another with the phantom of the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

"This disciple, Laozi, thanks Master for his grace!"

Laozi bowed once more. His voice remained calm, but now carried the confirmation of his status as master and disciple.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded faintly and turned his gaze toward Primordial Heavenly Venerate.

"Yuqing Yuanshi."

Primordial Heavenly Venerate stepped forward solemnly. "This disciple is here."

"You too were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit. You possess innate nobility, Follow Heaven and Respond to Humanity, and should establish a sect to expound the Heavenly Dao and enlighten all living beings. You possess great merit and great opportunity."

"I now accept you as my second disciple and grant you one strand of Primordial Violet Qi."

Another strand of violet qi flew out and merged into Primordial Heavenly Venerate's primordial spirit. Phantoms fluttered within his auspicious cloud, while the Golden Lamp and jeweled pendants shone even more brilliantly.

"This disciple, Yuanshi, bows in thanks to Master!" Primordial Heavenly Venerate said, a trace of excitement in his voice.

"Shangqing Tongtian."

Sect Master Tongtian stepped forward, spirited and heroic. "This disciple is here!"

"You were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit. Your nature is upright, and you press forward with sharp resolve. You should establish a sect to seize a sliver of vitality, teaching without discrimination. You too possess great merit and great opportunity."

"I now accept you as my third disciple and grant you one strand of Primordial Violet Qi."

The third strand of violet qi entered Sect Master Tongtian's primordial spirit. The phantom of the Green Ping Sword rang sharply, its edge becoming even keener.

"This disciple, Tongtian, thanks Master for this generous gift!" Sect Master Tongtian declared loudly, battle intent and anticipation intertwined in his eyes.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze fell upon Empress Nuwa.

"Nuwa."

Empress Nuwa moved forward with light lotus steps and bowed gracefully. "This disciple is here."

"You are an innate divine being who cultivates the Dao of Creation. Your fortune is profound, and in the future you shall perform a great act of creation. You possess boundless merit and supreme opportunity."

"I now accept you as my fourth disciple and grant you one strand of Primordial Violet Qi."

The fourth strand of violet qi flew into Nuwa's primordial spirit. Creation qi spread through the air, overflowing with vitality.

"This disciple, Nuwa, thanks Master for his grace!" Empress Nuwa said gently, unable to conceal her delight.

At this point, four strands of violet qi had been distributed, and the status of the four direct disciples had been decided.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun closed his eyes and said nothing, as though all matters had already been settled.

The people below watched with surging emotions. Envy and jealousy filled their hearts, but none dared speak rashly.

However, Jieyin and Zhunti from the Western lands were burning with anxiety!

Four strands of violet qi had already found owners, and the direct disciples had been chosen, yet neither of them had been named!

The "kind" smile on Daoist Zhunti's face could no longer hold. His face had gone pale, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

Daoist Jieyin's gaunt, sallow face was even more clouded with sorrow.

"Senior Brother!" Zhunti transmitted secretly, his voice nearly breaking into tears. "Teacher... Teacher forgot us?!"

"Do not speak recklessly!" Jieyin forced himself to remain calm, though his voice trembled as well. "Opportunity... opportunity must be sought by oneself!"

The two exchanged a glance and instantly reached an agreement.

Thud!

Thud!

Two dull impacts!

Before everyone's astonished eyes, Jieyin and Zhunti simultaneously threw themselves to the ground. Facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun upon the high platform, they smashed their foreheads against the floor and wailed aloud!

"Teacher, be merciful! Teacher, take pity on us!"

Daoist Zhunti's voice was mournful. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his crimson immortal robe was covered in dust. There was not the slightest trace of a great cultivator's bearing left.

"Teacher!"

Daoist Jieyin's grief-stricken cry shook the hall, carrying endless bitterness.

"Our Western lands are barren and bitter, and its living beings are ignorant! This pair of disciples has made great vows to save all suffering beings of the West, establish a sect and spread the teachings, guiding people toward goodness! Yet our foundation is shallow, and our path is fraught with hardship!"

"We beg Teacher to consider our sincere hearts and the countless living beings of the West, and accept us into your school!

Even if we can only become Registered Disciples, serving tea and water, sweeping the courtyards, this pair of disciples would be more than willing and would harbor no resentment!"

"Teacher! The West suffers! We beg Teacher to take pity on us! Grant us the foundation of the Great Dao and save the beings of the West from this sea of suffering!"

The two cried with utter sincerity, tears and voices flowing together. They painted the West as a hellish place and cast themselves as tragic figures who cared for all living beings and endured humiliation for their sake.

Their sorrowful cries echoed through Purple Sky Palace. Quite a few great cultivators listening could not help their mouths from twitching, their faces filled with disdain.

"Shameless to the extreme!" Old Ancestor Kunpeng cursed inwardly.

"For the sake of becoming Saints, they have thrown away all dignity!" Bloodlight flickered in Old Ancestor Minghe's eyes.

Dijun and Taiyi both frowned deeply.

The Three Pure Ones remained calm, while Empress Nuwa frowned slightly.

Dao Xuan sat behind Laozi, staring in utter astonishment.

"Damn... these acting skills, this utter lack of shame... no wonder they could become Saints in the future!

The prehistoric world's best actors indeed deserved the title!

Sure enough, crying children get milk, and troublesome cultivators get violet qi..."

Upon the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, whose eyes had been closed, seemed to frown with extreme subtlety, as if the noisy crying had disturbed his peace.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, who were crying so hard they were nearly out of breath. His indifferent voice rang out, carrying a trace of barely perceptible... helplessness?

"Very well."

"Considering that you both care for the West, have made great vows to save the world, and possess hearts that seek the Dao."

"I shall accept you both as Registered Disciples."

"I grant each of you one strand of Primordial Violet Qi."

As his words fell, two strands of violet qi flew separately toward Jieyin and Zhunti.

Jieyin and Zhunti were ecstatic. They instantly stopped crying, absorbed the violet qi into their primordial spirits with lightning speed, then slammed their heads against the ground several times in succession, their voices trembling with wild joy.

"This disciple, Jieyin—this disciple, Zhunti—bows in thanks for Master's heavenly grace! Master is merciful! The living beings of the West shall forever remember this great kindness!"

Six strands of violet qi had been distributed!

Direct disciples: Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa.

Registered Disciples: Jieyin, Zhunti.

The final strand of Primordial Violet Qi still circled before Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

In an instant!

The atmosphere throughout Purple Sky Palace tightened to the extreme once more!

The eyes of every great cultivator who had yet to receive violet qi instantly became incomparably fervent and greedy!

"Teacher, be merciful!"

"Please grant us violet qi, Teacher!"

"This disciple is willing to brave fire and water for Teacher!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This time, the great cultivators who had come to their senses, no matter how reserved they had been before, all scrambled to kneel. They frantically kowtowed to Dao Ancestor Hongjun, begging mournfully, their cries nearly enough to lift the roof off Purple Sky Palace!

Old Ancestor Kunpeng knelt the fastest, his eyes full of longing and madness.

Old Ancestor Minghe also bowed down, blood qi churning around him.

Zhenyuanzi frowned slightly, but he too bowed with the rest.

Old Ancestor Hongyun was half a beat slower, but he followed everyone in bowing down, a trace of bewilderment and expectation on his face.

Dao Xuan sat behind Laozi, watching the spectacular scene of "ten thousand immortals kneeling in supplication," and sighed inwardly.

"What a grind! Such an insane grind! For a government post... no, for a Saint position, even the prehistoric world's big shots were giving it everything they had!"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at the dense mass kneeling below, at the earthshaking cries and wails, and seemed to frown again.

He seemed troubled by the noise and unwilling to continue entangling himself in it.

"Opportunity is decreed by Heaven, and fate determines all."

His indifferent voice suppressed every cry.

"As for the final strand of violet qi, that shall depend upon your own karmic fortune."

With that, he lightly swept his sleeve.

The final strand of Primordial Violet Qi shot forth in an instant like an arrow released from a bow!

It whirled swiftly through the great hall of Purple Sky Palace like an agile violet divine dragon, trailing a long tail of Dao resonance.

Everyone's eyes followed it tightly, their hearts rising into their throats!

The violet qi swept over Dijun and Taiyi's heads, circled half a turn, and did not stop.

It passed over Zhenyuanzi without stopping.

It passed over Old Ancestor Kunpeng. His sinister gaze nearly burst into flame, yet the violet qi showed no attachment whatsoever.

It passed over Old Ancestor Minghe. The Sea of Blood churned, yet the violet qi still did not stop.

It darted through the hall, stirring the hearts of countless great cultivators, yet it never descended.

At last!

Under the gazes of countless onlookers filled with disappointment, jealousy, and confusion.

That strand of violet qi actually flew straight toward one direction like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest!

In that direction knelt Old Ancestor Hongyun, who had just raised his head, a trace of honest bewilderment still on his face!

"Huh?"

Old Ancestor Hongyun had not reacted at all. He only felt a warm, profound aura instantly enter between his brows and merge deep into his primordial spirit!

He subconsciously touched his forehead, sensing the supreme violet qi that had appeared within his primordial spirit, and his entire body went blank.

Then, immense and unbelievable ecstasy surged into his heart!

"Is... is it me?!"

"Hahaha! It's me! Hongyun has obtained the foundation of the Great Dao! Thank you, Teacher! Thank you for this generous gift, Teacher!"

Old Ancestor Hongyun was so excited that he danced with joy and repeatedly kowtowed toward the high platform, his delight written all over his face. He completely failed to notice the strange atmosphere that had instantly descended around him.

Old Ancestor Kunpeng stared fixedly at Hongyun. Especially when he saw the faintly visible violet radiance within Hongyun's primordial spirit, overwhelming resentment and hatred erupted in his eyes!

"Hongyun!!"

Kunpeng roared inwardly, his teeth nearly shattering from the force of his bite!

If not for this good-natured fool's fake humility back in Purple Sky Palace, how could he have lost that crucial fifth cushion?!

If he had not lost that cushion, today's strand of Primordial Violet Qi should have belonged to him, Kunpeng!

Overwhelming hatred gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes, twisting Kunpeng's face.

The other great cultivators, such as Minghe, as well as certain top-tier figures who believed their fortune was profound, also looked at Hongyun with jealousy, unwillingness, and concealed greed.

"A common man commits no crime, but possessing a treasure becomes his crime... Fellow Daoist Hongyun, Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you, the prehistoric world's greatest good guy, are probably in serious trouble now."

Dao Xuan sighed inwardly and broke out in a cold sweat for Hongyun.