Sacred Seat Cushion, Pixiu Blocks the Divine

At this moment.

Haotian and Yaochi had already led the many innate sacred beings to the front of the great hall, the true site of the sermon.

As Haotian and Yaochi began to push the hall doors, they slowly opened from both sides.

In an instant, a rich, almost tangible surge of innate spiritual energy rushed toward them, intermingled with the endless lingering echoes of the Great Dao.

The innate sacred beings were all shaken, their gazes fixed in unison upon the opening hall.

The moment the hall opened, a strange light flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

In the dark, she felt that something within the hall, a stroke of fortune connected to her own destiny, was calling out to her.

She immediately sent a telepathic message to Tianlu and her brother Fuxi beside her.

"Daoist Brother Tianlu, Brother, there may be a great opportunity within this palace; we must not miss it!"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression turned solemn.

Although he had sensed nothing, his little sister would never deceive him. If she said there was an opportunity, it must be a heaven-shaking stroke of fortune.

"Rest assured, Little Sister. When the doors open, I will exert my full escape technique to ensure I seize the initiative for you."

Fuxi responded telepathically, his mana flickering around him.

Tianlu was currently lying on a Cloud Treasure, letting Yang Hui's soft, boneless hands gently massage his back.

Hearing Nuwa's message, he opened his eyes slightly and glanced toward the opening hall.

"Daoist Nuwa, since you have sensed an opportunity, then just go for it."

Tianlu knew the cause and effect of this.

What "sensing an opportunity"—that was clearly the saint-seat prayer mat ordained by the Heavenly Dao.

However, he himself felt nothing.

Logically, with his terrifying destiny as a darling of the Great Dao, there should be no opportunity in this Primordial World that he could not sense.

The only explanation was that the Heavenly Dao did not want to grant him the opportunity of a saint's seat.

Heh, the Heavenly Dao is so petty.

Tianlu scoffed inwardly.

He pursued great freedom and great detachment—the fruit status of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal who could roam the chaos without being bound by anything—not this saint status, which sounded prestigious but was actually shackled by the Heavenly Dao.

But that did not mean he would watch his friend struggle for it.

Since Nuwa had spoken, he would help her out.

Just as the many sacred beings were still momentarily stunned by the Dao echoes behind the portal, the Three Pure Ones had already transformed into three streaks of clear energy, fleeing rapidly into the hall.

Nuwa and Fuxi followed closely behind.

The other great powers, such as Di Jun, Taiyi, Red Cloud, and Kunpeng, reacted and immediately unleashed their trump-card escape techniques.

For a time, the Purple Heaven Palace was filled with brilliant light as various laws collided violently.

Yet, at this very moment, the slow-moving Tianlu finally acted.

Though he remained sprawled on the Cloud Treasure, his golden claw traced a light line through the void.

"Corridor of Space-Time, lock!"

Tianlu whispered softly.

In an instant, with him at the center, the Law of Space and the Law of Time—the two supreme laws—strangely intertwined.

The once-flat space was folded like paper, instantly overlapping tens of thousands of layers.

And the passing of time became incredibly viscous within this overlapping space, as if it had turned into a pool of stagnant water.

The two thousand great powers present felt the scene before them blur; the portal that had been within reach now seemed impossibly far away.

They felt as if they had fallen into an eternal maze, and no matter how they utilized their escape techniques, they remained stuck in place.

"This is... the Law of Space? No, there is also the Law of Time!"

Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, saw his expression change drastically.

Possessing the Chaos Bell, a companion supreme treasure with the power to suppress space and time, he was the most sensitive to these two laws.

Taiyi immediately sacrificed the Chaos Bell and roared.

"Open!"

Dong!

The melodious chime of the bell spread throughout the Purple Heaven Palace, and the terrifying sound waves, carrying the power to suppress the primordial chaos, forcibly shattered a crack in the Corridor of Space-Time that Tianlu had casually laid down.

At the same time, Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also struck together.

Dao patterns of space flickered around Di Jiang, his six legs and four wings vibrating violently as he forcibly tore through space.

Zhu Jiuyin opened and closed his eyes, the Law of Time dancing at his fingertips as he attempted to set things right and make the stagnant time flow once more.

Under the combined efforts of several top-tier experts, the Corridor of Space-Time lasted only three breaths before it completely collapsed.

Yet, those three breaths were more than enough for a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to decide everything.

When the divine beings rushed into the lecture hall, the six purple prayer mats at the front were already occupied.

The first seat was naturally held by The Grand Pure One Laozi, the second by Yuanshi, and the third by Tongtian.

These three were formed from the Primordial Spirit of the great god Pangu and bore the Law of Merit from the creation of the world; no one dared to object to them occupying the first three seats.

As for the fourth seat, Nuwa was seated there.

With Fuxi's full protection and the interference of Tianlu's Corridor of Space-Time, she had successfully snatched this precious spot.

The fifth seat was occupied by Red Cloud, who was always known for being a good-natured soul.

His speed was incredibly fast, and furthermore, he had Hongjun operating behind the scenes.

The sixth seat was taken by Kunpeng of the North Underworld, also due to Hongjun's secret maneuvering.

Tianlu drifted in slowly, riding his Cloud Treasure with Yang Hui in tow.

He didn't even glance at the six holy prayer mats, stopping instead on the empty floor behind Nuwa and Fuxi.

Yang Hui sat obediently to the side, continuing to massage Tianlu, a sight that caused many of the surrounding innate divine beings to look on with envy.

"Is this Pixiu... really treating Purple Heaven Palace like his own backyard?"

"Is that woman truly Yang Hui, the mistress of West Kunlun? How could she be so servile?"

The divine beings whispered among themselves, yet no one dared to step forward and provoke him.

After all, the method Tianlu had used earlier to trap two thousand divine beings with a casual wave of his hand was simply too terrifying.

Seeing this, the other powerful figures, though unwilling, could only take out their own prayer mats and sit cross-legged in the hall.

For a time, the lecture hall was wreathed in auspicious clouds and filled with the sound of celestial music, as all the divine beings closed their eyes to meditate, quietly awaiting Hongjun's arrival.

As time passed, the thirty-thousand-year deadline neared its end.

Just as Haotian and Yaochi were preparing to seal the hall doors completely, two disheveled figures suddenly squeezed out from a rift in the void.

"Fellow Daoists, hold the door! Please, hold the door!"

The arrivals were none other than Zhun Ti and Jie Yin.

At this moment, the two of them retained not a shred of the demeanor expected of innate powerful beings.

Their robes were tattered beyond recognition, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in Zhun Ti's hand was missing several branches, and Jie Yin's face looked incomparably miserable.

They had been stripped of their fortune by Tianlu in the Chaotic Gale and trapped for a long time by the methods set by Hongjun; it was sheer luck that they had managed to arrive at the very last moment.

As soon as the two rushed into the hall, they scanned the room and saw that the front row was already full, and a sense of desolation instantly filled their hearts.

Zhun Ti's eyes darted around, looking at the empty space behind and the six figures sitting firmly in the front, before he suddenly burst into loud, wailing sobs.

"Woe is me! My brother and I have traveled from the barren lands of the West, single-mindedly pursuing the Dao, all to seek the Great Law to benefit the billions of living beings in the West."

"Who would have thought the journey would be so long, filled with countless tribulations, and now we don't even have a place to sit and listen to the lecture? How bitter is the fate of our West!"