Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, You Won't Split Up?

"Good."

In just a short while, the several saints had already deliberated the grand trend of the Prehistoric World.

A saint was not merely a realm—it was also the authority of the Prehistoric World.

Hongjun's figure appeared once more, his expression indifferent as he lightly waved his hand.

"Since you have already reached a conclusion, do not linger in the Purple Cloud Palace. Disperse."

The six saints bowed in salute, their voices reverent and loud.

"Your disciples respectfully see off the Teacher."

When they raised their heads again, they were already amidst the chaos, with no trace of the Purple Cloud Palace to be seen.

Laozi smiled faintly and flicked his whisk.

"The Teacher's realm remains as unfathomable and elusive as ever."

The other saints nodded in agreement.

Chapter 14: Senior Brother, You're So Good—From Now On, Every Pill Has a Share for You!

In the chaos, the Three Pure Ones bowed in unison to Nuwa and the Two Saints of the West.

"Junior Sister, two fellow Daoists, we shall take our leave and return to Kunlun Mountain first."

Nuwa and Jieyin nodded slightly.

Zhunti, however, rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"If the opportunity arises in the future, let the disciples of the Western Teachings and the Three Teachings exchange ideas."

Laozi's gaze carried a hint of a smile as he looked at Zhunti and spoke slowly.

"Certainly, certainly. Farewell."

With that, the figures of the Three Pure Ones vanished into the chaos.

Then Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti each departed separately.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones appeared together within the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Laozi instructed his two junior brothers.

"Since the decision has been made, let us quickly inform our disciples."

"Do not delay the course of the Witch-Demon Calamity."

"Good."

Primordial Lord of Heaven and Sect Leader Tongtian replied in unison.

Then they returned to their respective dojos to gather their disciples.

Laozi casually sent out two beams of green light.

Inside Xuan Dan's Mansion, Xuan Dan held the Purple Cloud Sword, his face full of smiles.

"Finally managed to refine all these restrictions—truly no easy feat."

"If not for the enhanced comprehension granted by the system's feedback, who knows how many years it would have taken."

He couldn't help but think of the legends about Prehistoric World powerhouses obtaining treasures and going into seclusion.

It took tens of thousands of years to refine those high-grade and top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasures.

The more Innate Restrictions there were, the harder they were to refine.

Still, the Purple Cloud Sword was only a Low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, so it wasn't too bad.

Xuan Dan put away the Purple Cloud Sword and muttered.

"I wonder when Master will return, and what great matter they were discussing."

No sooner had he spoken than his Master's voice rang out in his mind.

"Your Master has returned from the Purple Cloud Palace. Come quickly to the Eight Sceneries Palace for a discussion."

Xuan Dan was momentarily startled, suddenly feeling that this scene was a bit like a homeroom teacher finishing a meeting and needing to inform the class.

He dared not delay, and went to the entrance of his cave dwelling.

He cast the Somersault Cloud technique, and his figure instantly soared through the clouds.

Before long, he arrived at the Eight Sceneries Palace.

It happened that Xuan Du also arrived at that moment.

He still wore that honest, simple look, with a spring-like smile.

But there was a hint of teasing in Xuan Du's eyes.

"Junior Brother, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

When he said this, Xuan Du seemed to be gritting his teeth.

Xuan Dan gave an awkward smile, rubbed the tip of his nose, and replied.

"So it's Senior Brother—what a coincidence..."

He sized up Xuandu, whose side effects had vanished, and gave an awkward laugh.

"Master is still waiting in the Eight Sceneries Palace. Let's hurry inside."

With that, Xuandan lifted his leg and strode briskly toward the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Xuandu watched Xuandan's retreating figure and scolded with a laugh.

"This Junior Brother..."

Inside the Eight Sceneries Palace, Laozi sat upright on his cushion.

He looked up at the arrival of Xuandu and Xuandan and revealed a kind smile.

At the same time, his hands never stopped moving, deducing the experiences of his two disciples.

The smile on Laozi's face suddenly froze.

He cast a meaningful glance at Xuandan and thought to himself.

"This disciple of mine... truly hard to judge."

His gaze fell on Xuandu, and he spoke softly.

"Not bad. You've comprehended a divine ability—this Master is gratified."

Xuandu, however, stared fixedly at Xuandan, his tone somewhat strange.

"I must thank Junior Brother for his elixir—it helped This Humble Daoist a great deal!"

When he spoke the last two words, his pitch suddenly rose considerably.

Xuandan seemed not to hear the sarcasm in them and waved his hand.

"Ah, we're Fellow Disciples. What's there to thank for?"

"Hasn't Senior Brother also helped This Humble Daoist plenty?"

Laozi's gaze then fell on Xuandan, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

"Hiss... you've actually broken through to late-stage Mysterious Immortal. Excellent, excellent."

"Your foundation and comprehension are stronger than this Master anticipated."

Xuandu immediately showed a look of astonishment.

He hadn't examined him closely just now.

He never expected that his Junior Brother's progress would be so rapid.

He put on the bearing befitting the Xuan Sect's Senior Brother and offered a heartfelt congratulations.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother. Why didn't you mention it?"

Xuandan chuckled.

"This Humble Daoist cultivates all day in his cave dwelling and rarely even walks around Kunlun Mountain."

Laozi stroked his beard and laughed.

"As it happens, today's matter requires you two to go out and about—consider it training."

"This Humble Daoist, by the Teacher's command, must intervene in the development of the Witch-Demon Calamity."

"You two shall descend the mountain for training. As for what to do, follow your hearts—there's no need for so many formalities."

Xuandu and Xuandan answered in unison.

Among them, Xuandan secretly sighed in his heart.

"This truly fits Master's way of non-action."

Just then, Xuandu suddenly asked.

"May I ask, Master—is it only This Humble Daoist and Junior Brother who descend the mountain for training?"

"Or do the other two Uncle Masters also have this intention?"

Laozi patiently explained.

"The entire Xuan Sect—all disciples—will descend the mountain."

"Support one another, and let no oppression among Fellow Disciples occur."

"Training always carries risks, but within those risks lie opportunities. As the Senior Brother, you must protect Xuandan."

Xuandu's expression turned serious, and he made a solemn bow.

"Rest assured, Master. This Humble Daoist will surely do his utmost to protect Junior Brother's safety."

The moment the words fell, a surge of warmth welled up in Xuandan's heart.

Laozi also smiled at the scene before him.

Xuandan's expression turned earnest, his eyes fixed on Xuandu, and he suddenly spoke.