Sage Preaches in Primordial Wilderness, Innate Gods Go to Purple Cloud

The murderous aura atop Mount Buzhou Summit vanished in an instant.

The two sides no longer remained entangled and simply went their separate ways.

Bei Ming, Nüwa, and Fuxi rode Escape Light straight beyond the heavens, passing through the world's barrier and plunging into the vast chaos in search of Purple Cloud Palace.

Di Jiang's expression turned solemn as he unleashed a Spatial Divine Ability, taking Ru Shou and She Bi Shi away at top speed.

They planned to first rendezvous with the other nine Ancestor Wizards, then form a group and head into the chaos.

At the same time, Innate Gods throughout the Primordial World were all shaken upon hearing that Hongjun had attained the Dao and become a saint.

Some rejoiced, some worried; some envied him, some feared him.

Yet in the end, they all made the same choice—leave the mountain, head into the chaos, and witness the grand occasion of Heaven and Earth's first saint preaching the Dao.

On the Sun Star, golden flames surged.

Di Jun stood outside the Golden Crow Shrine, his gaze blazing as he looked beyond the heavens of the Primordial World and said in a deep voice:

"Second Brother, Senior Hongjun has attained the Dao and become a saint. He will preach in the chaos.

This is a supreme opportunity! Perhaps we can gain some insight from it and improve our strength, making it easier to deal with the Ancestor Wizards."

Tai Yi stood with his hands behind his back, sharp fighting spirit gleaming in his eyes. The Chaos Bell floating at his side trembled gently, its bell sound faintly discernible.

"Mhm, Eldest Brother, what you said is right.

But on this trip, we'll likely have to face the Twelve Ancestor Wizards head-on."

Tai Yi showed no fear at all. Possessing the Chaos Bell, he was confident that he feared no opponent; even if he could not win, he would not lose.

Di Jun's expression was somewhat grave. What he feared most was the strength of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards.

No matter how many schemes he laid, there would inevitably come a time when fists had to do the talking.

As an Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell could indeed harm the Ancestor Wizards, but it was not meant for main attack. Killing an Ancestor Wizard would be rather troublesome.

Moreover, there were a full twelve Ancestor Wizards. In a team battle, the two Three-legged Golden Crow brothers could only hide beneath the Chaos Bell and hold on, waiting for a chance to break through.

Yet the terrifying pressure that had just blanketed the Primordial World had deeply shaken Di Jun.

That was an existence beyond all current cultivators, far beyond anything the Ancestor Wizards could compare to.

If they could receive a few pointers while listening to the Dao, would they still need to fear the Ancestor Wizards?

Thus, Di Jun and Tai Yi transformed into two blazing rainbow lights and streaked beyond the heavens.

East Kunlun, within the Three Pure Ones Hall.

The Jade Platform stood majestic and towering, fairy clouds lingering as Auspicious Qi swirled.

Three figures sat cross-legged in the hall. Their auras differed, yet they shared the same origin and formed one whole.

One was an old man with white hair and beard; one was a stern middle-aged man; one was a youth whose sharpness was impossible to conceal.

This distinctive three-person group was the Three Pure Ones, known as the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu.

Eldest Brother Taiqing Laozi, second brother Yuqing Yuanshi, and Third Brother Shangqing Tongtian.

The hall fell silent for a moment before Yuanshi sighed.

"In the Primordial World, there is actually a cultivator who attained the Dao and became a saint before us. As expected of the world opened by Father God—talent emerges in endless succession.

Now that this senior intends to set up an altar and preach the Dao, should we go or not?"

Tongtian swept up a sleeve and said excitedly:

"Since a saint is preaching the Dao, of course we must go! When the time comes, the powerful figures of the Primordial World will gather there, and we can further spread the name of the Three Pure Ones!"

Laozi's expression remained calm, his eyebrows and eyes tranquil. He gently stroked his beard, speaking evenly:

"The accomplished may be teachers. Besides, the dignity of a saint must not be slighted. We should pay a visit."

Yuanshi looked around at the two of them, a trace of anticipation flashing through his eyes. He nodded heavily and said in a deep voice:

"Good! Time waits for no one. Let us depart as soon as possible!"

The Three Pure Ones delayed no longer. Their figures became three streaks of Escape Light, tearing through the sky from East Kunlun and flying straight toward the chaos.

Blood Sea Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple and his Friend Hongyun, Queen Mother of the West of West Kunlun, Dong Wangong of Zifu Prefecture, Jieyin and Zhunti of Mount Sumeru...

Numerous Innate Gods emerged one after another from every corner, all stepping into the chaos.

Beyond the Primordial World still lay endless chaos.

When Pangu opened Heaven and Earth to attain the Dao, had he succeeded, he should have split apart all of chaos.

Sadly, he had fallen short at the final step. The Primordial World he created was no more than one corner of the chaos.

Chaotic Space-Time was in turmoil. Earth, Water, Wind, Fire interwove in disorder, while countless streams of Chaos Qi roiled without end—violent and boundless.

Those below Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could not set foot within it at all.

Even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals would inevitably suffer some setbacks without defensive Spirit Treasures to protect them.

Within the chaos, the Pure World White Lotus bloomed. Upon its lotus dais, Bei Ming walked with unhurried ease.

Soft radiance flowed from the Pure World White Lotus, shutting out the violent Chaos Qi.

Nüwa and Fuxi followed at his side, the Refining Heaven Furnace hovering above their heads to shield them.

Nüwa looked around, her brows knitting slightly as she said softly:

"Within the chaos, everything is hazy and indistinct... Where exactly is the Purple Cloud Palace located?

Older brother, why don't you calculate it and see whether you can gain some insight?"

At her words, Fuxi revealed a wry smile and shook his head helplessly.

"Younger sister, you are making things difficult for me. How could I casually deduce anything involving a Saint?"

Nüwa turned her gaze toward Bei Ming and asked, "Bei Ming, are we just wandering around aimlessly like this?"

Bei Ming said calmly, "Senior Hongjun once said that Fated ones may come to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao.

If we are fated, the Purple Cloud Palace may be right before our eyes;

if we are not, then even if we search through countless Yuanhuis, we may never encounter it."

"That makes sense." Nüwa nodded lightly. It was best to let everything follow fate.

In any case, the three of them knew one another well. They chatted as they traveled, so they did not find it dull.

There was neither day nor night to distinguish within the chaos, and space and time were in a state of disorder. They could not be bothered to use the time of Hong Huang Zhi Zhong as a reference for calculation.

After an unknown length of time, a majestic Palace suddenly emerged ahead.

The Palace was towering and vast, its imposing aura awe-inspiring, as though it had existed since time immemorial.

The turbulent currents of chaos surged toward it, only to dissipate completely beneath an invisible force, unable to touch it in the slightest.

Immortal aura lingered around it, rosy clouds stretched for ten thousand miles, and Dao Rhyme flowed through the air, carrying an aura of majesty and sanctity.

Nüwa's eyes lit up, delight appearing on her face as she said softly:

"Is that the Purple Cloud Palace? It seems we truly are Fated ones!"

Bei Ming stared at it for a moment, his expression turning solemn as he said gravely:

"Let us head over quickly."

The three of them fully Used the dodge technique, transforming into Rainbow Light as they sped toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

Yet just as they were about to arrive, they saw a Xuanhuang treasure pagoda standing imposingly ahead, its Treasure Light dazzling.

Strands of Divine Radiance cascaded from the pagoda, protecting three Daoist figures—one old, one middle-aged, and one young.

Bei Ming's gaze sharpened as he recognized the treasure, saying in a low voice:

"The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda... Nüwa, Fuxi, those ahead seem to be the Three Pure Ones."

Fuxi narrowed his eyes in thought, then nodded. "Within Hong Huang Zhi Zhong, Pangu's Three Pure Ones are also quite renowned."

Nüwa's expression shifted slightly. Looking behind them, she offered a quiet reminder:

"It seems that many fellow Daoists have arrived as well."

Bei Ming turned his head and swept his gaze over them.

Beneath the Chaos Bell stood Di Jun and Tai Yi;

the Earth Book unfurled through the void, concealing Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun beneath it;

Old Ancestor Ming He stood atop the Twelve Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, surrounded by blazing karma fire;

many Innate Gods each activated their Spirit Treasures, shielding themselves and warding off the currents.

Of course, the most eye-catching were the twelve figures charging headlong through everything with their Physical Bodies.

Though the Twelve Ancestor Wizards could not use Spirit Treasures, the strength of their Physical Bodies was enough to withstand the Chaos Turbulence head-on.