Severing the Good Corpse, Position of Immortal Head

The Primordial World is a time of great conflict. On the path of cultivation, sailing against the current means falling behind; this is an ironclad rule.

Now, the Cultivation Method is clearly laid out before you. If you abandon it and do not cultivate, while others diligently practice, by the time their cultivation surpasses yours, all the Spiritual Treasures, cave dwelling opportunities, and fortunes you currently possess will become the prelude to your death.

This is an open conspiracy that none of the three thousand guests of the Purple Heaven Palace can avoid.

This is because the path of Severing Three Corpses is clear and step-by-step, while the method of Law Proving Dao is uncertain, relying solely on self-exploration, which is no different from a fool's dream.

However, for Donghua, these two are both achievable options.

In the past, Hongjun also first walked the path of Law, and then created the method of Severing Three Corpses.

Donghua can naturally emulate this. He will first cultivate Severing Three Corpses, using it as a supplement, and then walk the path of Law, taking that as primary, proceeding without conflict and forging his own path to the heavens.

Within the Purple Heaven Palace, the Dao Rhyme has not yet ceased.

Although the method of Severing Three Corpses preached by Dao Ancestor Hongjun has come to an end, the three thousand years of preaching have not yet passed, and the profound sounds of the Great Dao still echo within the halls.

Donghua sat in deep meditation, his vital energy harmonizing perfectly. Long before the Dao Ancestor began preaching, he had already reached the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

At this moment, his mind cleared, and a spark of spiritual light appeared, with a benevolent thought arising powerfully in his sea of consciousness.

The severing of the Three Corpses has no set order; it depends entirely on the cultivator's own state of mind and destiny.

As Donghua's thoughts stirred, the Pure Yang Daoist Robe on his body rose without wind, fluttering violently. The Dao Patterns on it flowed, emitting boundless mysterious light.

Following the Severing Three Corpses method taught by Hongjun, he concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, slowly separating the purest benevolent thought that appeared in his heart and entrusting it to this accompanying Spiritual Treasure.

Immediately, he spoke with the authority of heaven, uttering a single word:

"Sever."

As soon as the words fell, a strange phenomenon occurred in the Purple Firmament Palace! Vast Spiritual Mechanisms surged like a tide, and boundless spiritual light erupted from Donghua, soaring into the sky. A solemn yet pure aura permeated from the Pure Yang Daoist Robe.

Within the light, a figure gradually coalesced, transforming into a Daoist. His face bore nine parts resemblance to Donghua, but his brows lacked some sharpness, possessing instead a greater gentleness and warmth.

As the Daoist appeared, he first bowed to Donghua's main body, his voice clear and resonant, echoing all around:

"This humble one, Pure Yang, greets Fellow Daoist."

After the ceremony, he immediately turned, facing the Dao Ancestor on the high platform, and bowed respectfully:

"Disciple Pure Yang greets Sage Hongjun."

Hongjun sat on his cloud bed, his expression as calm as still water. Regarding Donghua's act of severing a corpse, he merely nodded slightly, showing no joy or anger.

The Pure Yang Daoist transformed into a stream of spiritual light, Dao Rhyme flowing, and returned to Donghua's main body.

Donghua closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully perceiving the changes within himself. With the benevolent corpse severed, his vital energy had indeed grown considerably, his Magical Power surging like rivers flowing into the sea.

However, as he had anticipated, although Donghua could wield Laws using the Pure Yang Daoist Robe, his own comprehension of Laws had not broken through.

Years are not counted in the Purple Firmament Palace. The three thousand years of preaching passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as the Dao Rhyme was about to recede, Taiqing Laozi, seated at the head of the six futons, also felt his body surge with Dao Rhyme, and spiritual light bloomed above his head.

In an instant, a benevolent-looking elder with a white beard hanging to his chest emerged from the mysterious light, his aura peaceful and his Dao Rhyme perfectly harmonized.

He first cupped his hands in a salute to Laozi, then turned to Hongjun and bowed solemnly.

The remaining Innate Divine Beings, though unable to sever Three Corpses during this preaching session, many of them also experienced a surge in their vital energy and a rise in their Dao Realm, all breaking through to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

It could be foreseen that by the time of the third preaching session, several more Quasi-Saints would be added to the Purple Heaven Palace.

The pattern of the Primordial World would henceforth undergo a tremendous change, and an era belonging to Quasi-Saints was quietly approaching, accompanied by the silent dissipation of Dao Rhyme.

For a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to advance a single step typically requires the effort of several Aeons of arduous cultivation.

Now, everyone had entered a Sage's dojo and personally listened to the Dao Ancestor preach the Primordial Great Dao, and in a mere three thousand years, they had all broken through and progressed. This was truly an unprecedented opportunity in the Primordial World, and also the prelude to the coming era of great conflict.

Hongjun's gaze fell, slowly sweeping over the immortals in the hall, his expression still as indifferent as water. His voice was not loud, yet it was like the pronouncements of the Heavenly Dao, echoing in every corner of the Purple Heaven Palace, carrying an undeniable majesty:

"The Primordial World is chaotic and disordered, with unending slaughter. We must establish a leader for the male and female immortals, to command all immortals and harmonize all races, so as to establish order and cease conflict."

As soon as the words fell, a low murmur of commotion instantly arose in the hall. Many cultivators' expressions changed slightly, and they exchanged glances of uncertain surprise.

They cultivated seeking freedom and longevity, unrestrained and at ease. Now, they were to have a "Immortal Leader" placed above their heads out of nowhere, which was like adding a shackle and losing their great freedom.

Some cultivators' minds raced, and they quietly cast their gazes towards Di Jun and Taiyi.

The reason for the constant wars in the Primordial World today was the gradual expansion of the Witch Clan, leading to continuous conflicts with the myriad races.

If an Immortal Leader were truly to appear and unify the forces, perhaps they could restrain the Witch Clan and secure a sliver of time for them to cultivate in peace.

Di Jun's gaze was lowered, but a flame quietly ignited in the depths of his eyes.

The Sage's words were precisely the opportunity he had been waiting for!

This title of "Immortal Leader," while seemingly attracting attention, was in reality a legitimate reason to unify the Primordial World.

With the Sage's personal decree, he, Di Jun, would use this as a banner to unite the myriad races and resist the Witch Clan.

Admittedly, this position would thrust him into the spotlight, and the great powers present might not all be convinced.

But since the Sage had established this position, would he not consider it fully? There must be support, and this was the crucial period for him to accumulate strength and establish a firm foothold.

As for the Innate Divine Beings disliking control and yearning for freedom, Di Jun sneered inwardly.

The Primordial World was inherently a place where the strong preyed on the weak. Once he integrated his forces and held power, why would he need everyone to be "willing"? Under the general trend, those who comply will prosper, and those who resist will perish.

As the cultivators' hearts churned and they debated amongst themselves, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice slowly sounded, indifferent yet leaving no room for doubt:

"East King Duke, Queen Mother of the West, step forward."

Donghua's daoist robes stirred slightly, his aura harmonizing and retracting, like a deep pool with no visible bottom.

"The Head of Male Immortals, what was bound to come, has finally arrived."

Donghua's eyes were calm, his heart as clear as a mirror. He knew Hongjun intended to use this position to push him to the forefront, to contend with Di Jun, and ultimately turn him into a pawn against the Witch Clan.

"Contention? Power? All are inferior," Donghua's thoughts stirred, his Dao Heart becoming even clearer. "My heart yearns for the Dao, why would I need external support? This title of Head of Male Immortals is not the foundation for building power, but a piece to manipulate the Primordial World's chessboard."

Donghua did not wish to establish any power and bear endless Karma.

He wanted to use this supreme position as "momentum," and himself as the absolute "force," transcending all, forging a Hunyuan path uniquely his own.

Spiritual light surged before Hongjun, and a dragon-headed staff, carrying a fierce dragon's might, flew before him. Donghua received it steadily, feeling the fortune within it subtly merge with his own Pure Yang Dao Rhyme.

Donghua bowed respectfully, his voice clear and calm:

"Donghua accepts the Sage's decree. This junior will certainly fulfill his duties and not betray the mission."

There was no excitement, no fear, only a tranquility like a deep, ancient well.

This very calmness, however, made some of the great figures in the hall feel a sense of awe.

On the other side, the Pure Water Alms Bowl landed in Taizhen's hands.

Donghua, holding the dragon-headed staff, turned to face the assembled Immortals with their varied expressions. Di Jun's gaze was particularly deep, his scrutiny and calculations unconcealed.

Donghua, however, merely smiled faintly.

He did not need to build power, because he himself was the great momentum!

He wanted to make all beings in the Primordial World, and even the chess master behind the scenes, understand that even if he, Donghua, was a chess piece, he was the biggest variable in the game.