Fierce Battle in Zixiao Palace

Just as the time to enter Zixiao Palace was about to arrive, Qing Xuan finally saw the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches arriving belatedly.

At this moment, neither the Sanqing nor the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked particularly pleased. One could even see killing intent in each other's eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that the Pangu Descendants have started fighting?"

Just then, Houtu finally spotted Qing Xuan and Nuwa. The murderous aura on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a face full of joy.

Soon, Houtu arrived before Qing Xuan and Nuwa, and naturally took Nuwa's hand. "Did you arrive long ago?"

Nuwa nodded, then glanced at the Sanqing and the other Ancestral Witches before asking Houtu, "Did you fight?"

Houtu nodded. "Those Three Unfilial Sons are too outrageous. If I didn't give them a beating, it would be hard to calm the anger in my heart."

Nowadays, any single Ancestral Witch facing the Sanqing alone could hold their ground, but when the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined hands, the Sanqing were a bit outmatched.

This was evident from the expressions on the Sanqing's faces—they had likely taken quite a beating from the Twelve Ancestral Witches this time.

Just then, Haotian Boy finally spoke. "The Hundred Years have passed. You may enter Zixiao Palace and await the master's sermon."

As he spoke, Haotian and Yaochi strode directly into Zixiao Palace. Following their entry, the crowd of cultivators began rushing in as well.

Though the Sanqing arrived late, their reaction speed was definitely among the fastest. They transformed into Three Streamers and charged straight into Zixiao Palace.

At the same time, Laozi had already taken out the Coiling Dragon Flat Crutch, Yuanshi Tianzun had raised the Three Treasures Ruyi, and Tongtian was gripping the Qingping Sword, watching warily.

For a moment, they stunned all the cultivators. Everyone could only watch as the Sanqing walked to the six Prayer Mats at the front and sat down on the first through third ones.

Once the Sanqing were seated, the other cultivators began fighting over the remaining three Prayer Mats. The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Nuwa said to Qing Xuan, "Little Gourd Vine, do you want one of the front Prayer Mats? If you do, I'll go snatch one back for you."

Before Qing Xuan could respond, Nuwa had already charged out. She swung the Seven Star Moon Pulling Whip, yanking down a cultivator who was about to sit on a Prayer Mat.

Then Nuwa smoothly seized the fourth Prayer Mat. As soon as she sat down, she called out to Qing Xuan, "I got the mat, come over quickly."

Meanwhile, Old Ancestor Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi worked together and also grabbed a Prayer Mat. Kunpeng, relying on his speed, snatched one as well.

By now, the six Prayer Mats in the first row all had owners. Naturally, everyone's attention shifted to the second row.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Queen Mother of the West, East Prince, Xi He, Chang Xi...

These future Great Beings who would dominate the Primordial World all seized Prayer Mats in the second row.

Even Zhen Yuanzi, who had helped Old Ancestor Hong Yun secure a first-row mat, managed to get a spot in the second row.

By this time, the rear Prayer Mats were also fully occupied. Many people knew their limits and, unable to compete for the front, had grabbed seats in the back early on.

In the blink of an eye, all three thousand Prayer Mats had owners. As for those who failed to get one, they could only stand helplessly at the back.

Logically, the distribution of Prayer Mats was complete, and they only needed Hong Jun to descend for the first sermon to begin.

But Hong Jun was nowhere to be seen. Everyone could only stare longingly at the Prayer Mat on the central dais.

Others didn't know why Hong Jun hadn't appeared yet, but Qing Xuan understood perfectly. He was waiting for the Two Sages of the West.

After all, the battle between Hong Jun and Luo Hou had nearly destroyed the Western Spirit Vein. This left Hong Jun indebted to the West with a great karma, and this sermon was his way of repaying it.

The repayment method was to reserve two saint seats for the Two Sages of the West, who had been tirelessly repairing the Western Spirit Vein.

Sure enough, before long, two Daoists stumbled into Zixiao Palace. They were none other than the Two Sages of the West.

Entering Zixiao Palace, the Two Sages immediately realized there were no Prayer Mats left for them. Their expressions shifted in an instant.

The layout of Zixiao Palace centered on Hong Jun's Prayer Mat, divided into left and right sides. A one-zhang-wide aisle ran through the middle, with all cultivators seated on either side.

Without Prayer Mats, the Two Sages didn't choose to listen from the back like others. Instead, they walked straight down the central aisle toward the front.

Reaching the dais where Hong Jun would preach, they began wailing loudly. "Bitter, bitter! Our West is so barren that even the beings who achieve Form Transformation can be counted on one hand."

"We hoped this sermon would give our West a Chance of Survival. But because the journey was so long, we arrived last at Zixiao Palace and couldn't even get a Prayer Mat!"

The two brothers wept bitterly, embracing each other. Finally, Daoist Zhun Ti even lunged toward the dais, as if to show that he had lost all direction in life and might as well die.

Sure enough, Old Ancestor Hong Yun, sitting in the middle of the three Prayer Mats on the Right Side, immediately stood up and stepped forward to stop Daoist Zhun Ti.

"This Daoist friend, do not grieve. This Daoist has a Prayer Mat here; you may sit and rest for a while."

Daoist Zhun Ti didn't even say thanks before plopping his Buttocks down on Hong Yun's Prayer Mat. Then he glanced at Nuwa beside him. Finding her cultivation higher than his, he turned his gaze to Kunpeng.

Seeing that Kunpeng's cultivation was inferior to his own, Daoist Zhun Ti let out a Cold Snort. "You have no self-awareness. Others have already yielded their seats, yet you sit there unmoving."

"With your qualifications, what right do you have to sit in the first row? Hurry up and give up your seat. Let the virtuous take their place."

As he spoke, Daoist Zhun Ti reached out and shoved Kunpeng, trying to push him off the Prayer Mat.

Kunpeng was no pushover. He immediately clashed with Daoist Zhun Ti. At this point, those who hadn't gotten first-row seats began to chime in with sarcastic remarks.

"He came from afar; you really should give him a seat."

"Indeed, not just anyone can sit in the first row. Better yield it to him, lest your virtue doesn't match your seat and you become Entangled by Karma."

As if that weren't enough, even Yuanshi Tianzun, seated on the left first-row Prayer Mat, spoke up. "Beings with fur and horns, born from eggs or moisture—how dare they sit in the first row alongside us?"

In that moment, Kunpeng was so furious smoke seemed to pour from his seven orifices. He thought to himself, What did I do wrong by sitting in the first row? Why such vicious words?

Emboldened by the crowd's support, Daoist Zhun Ti went even further. He took out the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and swiped it directly at Kunpeng.