Beyond the Primordial World, in the land of Chaos.
Purple Heaven Palace.
Inside the Lecture Hall, the Three Thousand Red Dust Guests had already arrived one after another, crossing through Chaos to take their places and sit cross-legged, waiting for Hongjun to descend.
Beside Nuwa's Sainthood Prayer Mat, Yang Hui sat quietly.
Her expression was cool and composed, but a closer look revealed the overwhelming joy glimmering in her eyes.
Yang Hui was practically over the moon. That was because the greedy, shameless Pixiu had not come.
Being ordered around by Tianlu, Yang Hui was constantly subjected to the humiliation of having her freedom taken away.
Now, with the second lecture at Purple Heaven Palace about to begin and nearly all the Three Thousand Red Dust Guests gathered, the golden Pixiu was still nowhere to be seen.
This was wonderful. Without that overbearing Auspicious Beast pressuring her, she could finally listen to a lecture in peace.
Meanwhile, deep within Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged, waiting for the lecture to begin.
But joy still crept onto his lips, because that damn Pixiu hadn't come. Wonderful.
As the Heavenly Dao's chosen spokesman and a reincarnated Demon God, Hongjun should have been an all-knowing, lofty existence in the Primordial World.
Yet he had run into Tianlu, an anomaly and a Pet of the Great Dao who acted without restraint. The Heavenly Dao, of all things, was helpless against him.
At the first lecture, the Pixiu had not only flipped the table in Purple Heaven Palace but had forcibly stripped the other divine beings of their fortune. He had forced the dignified Immortal Ancestor himself to back down, even trading a Supreme-Grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure and a spiritual root for the fortune he was owed for lecturing.
Now, seeing that Tianlu had yet