Before the Purple Heaven Palace

Di Jun, Taiyi, Wu An, and the many transmigrators hiding everywhere all looked up at the sky in terror.

Their reliance lay, first, in their knowledge of the Primordial World's plot, and second, in their systems.

Yet now, even their systems had issued the highest-level red alert. For the first time since transmigrating, they truly felt fear—a sense that things had slipped beyond their control.

Taiyi, who was hiding somewhere, had been admiring the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Linglong Pagoda he had spent two thousand yuanhui refining. The smile on his face suddenly froze.

"System! Certain death? What kind of joke is this?!"

Taiyi shot to his feet and demanded anxiously, "What exactly is going on? Wasn't there only chaos beyond the Primordial World? Other than the Chaos Demon Gods who died when the world was created, what else could there be?"

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Taiyi's face turned livid. Since the Dragon-Han Calamity began, although many major trends had remained unchanged, many entirely unfamiliar things had also emerged.

"What use are you?" he could not help cursing, before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down.

"Damn it... Could the butterfly effect caused by my transmigration really be this huge?"

"Hmph. I am the chosen son of the Heavenly Mandate. They're just minor changes—what is there to care about? I've already become enemies with the Witch Clan, while the Innate Three Clans are still alive. Once the sermon ends, I can try to win over the Dragon Clan..."

Having made up his mind, Taiyi transformed into a golden rainbow and flew toward Heaven Beyond Heaven.

As the day of the sermon drew near, countless living beings gathered from all directions and rushed toward Heaven Beyond Heaven.

However, to reach Heaven Beyond Heaven, they had to pass through that layer of Chaos Gale. Without the cultivation of a Great Golden Immortal, entering it was simply courting death.

At the gale, creatures whose cultivation was insufficient yet insisted on forcing their way through could be seen everywhere, their flesh and bones dissolved by the raging winds.

It perfectly demonstrated what it meant to hear the Way in the morning and die without regret by evening.

The southern foothills of Mount Buzhou.

Nuwa stood at the entrance of her cave abode, anxiously looking at the dazed figure inside.

Ever since breaking through to the Great Golden Immortal realm, Fuxi had remained in a trance-like state. He often sat alone at the edge of a cliff in a daze, no one knowing what he was thinking about.

Seeing that the day of the sermon was about to arrive, Nuwa finally could not hold back any longer. She entered the cave and urged him, "Big Brother, there are only a hundred yuanhui left. We should set off for Heaven Beyond Heaven to hear the sermon, or we won't make it in time."

Fuxi raised his head blankly, muttering repeatedly, "Hear the sermon... Hongjun..."

He suddenly stood up.

After breaking through to the Great Golden Immortal realm, he had once traced time backward, seeking to learn the history of chaos and the Primordial World. Yet upon the River of Time, he encountered someone he had never dared imagine.

"The Time Demon God is still alive..." His voice trembled faintly.

"Then the one controlling my fate is the Fate Demon God... They're all still alive... Then are the three thousand Demon Gods and Pangu also still alive?"

He paced back and forth, clawing at his hair, his face filled with despair. "How is that possible... How could they still be alive?! What kind of Primordial World is this?!"

Seeing him like this, Nuwa's eyes were full of concern. "Big Brother, what is wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Fuxi stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He suddenly recalled what Shichen had said upon the River of Time.

He abruptly grabbed Nuwa's wrist. "Little Sister, go! Quickly! We're going to the Purple Heaven Palace!"

Although Nuwa did not know what had happened, seeing how urgent Fuxi looked, she still nodded. The two rose into the air and flew toward Heaven Beyond Heaven.

After a hundred yuanhui of travel, when Fuxi and Nuwa finally passed through the Chaos Gale and arrived at the Purple Heaven Palace, a large crowd had already gathered before its gates.

Looking around, every one of them was a Great Golden Immortal.

Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin, the three clan leaders, stood side by side. The aura of Primordial Origin Golden Immortals faintly spread from them, and the surrounding beings instinctively avoided them, not daring to approach.

The Three Pure Ones stood on the other side. Laozi had his eyes closed in meditation, Yuanshi stood with his hands behind his back, while Tongtian curiously looked around.

Fuxi and Nuwa had just landed and had not yet had time to inspect their surroundings when a white-clad figure approached them with a smile.

He was a young man in white robes, with a gentle temperament and an immortal air about him. Yet from the very beginning, his gaze had remained fixed on Nuwa, barely shifting away.

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"Are you Fellow Daoists Nuwa and Fuxi?" The young man in white cupped his hands in greeting and asked with a smile.

Nuwa felt uncomfortable under his stare. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she said nothing.

Fuxi stepped forward and shielded Nuwa behind him, watching the newcomer warily. "May I ask who you are, Fellow Daoist? What do you want?"

The young man in white smiled. "I am a pangolin from the foot of Mount Buzhou who took human form. You may call me Lu Renjia."

Fuxi's brow furrowed even deeper. From the moment they met, this man's eyes had never left his little sister, setting alarm bells ringing in his heart.

"If Fellow Daoist has no business, then please leave." Fuxi's tone was cold and distant.

Lu Renjia did not mind and maintained his smile. "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, there is no need to be so guarded. I mean no harm. I merely wished to get acquainted with you both. My secret art gave me a revelation that this sermon involves a great opportunity for the two of you, so I came specifically to tell you: once you enter the Purple Heaven Palace, you must seize one of those six Prayer Mats."

Fuxi's heart shook violently.

Six Prayer Mats... the inheritance of the Six Sages!

This man actually knew!

An absurd thought arose in his mind.

Fuxi's gaze immediately turned dangerous, and his voice grew colder. "Do not joke, Fellow Daoist. How could Prayer Mats be connected to an opportunity?"

Just as Lu Renjia was about to say more, a voice suddenly cut in from the side.

"Fellow Daoists Nuwa and Fuxi, I am Taiyi. Greetings."

Taiyi's figure had appeared beside them at some point. He wore a smile as he cupped his hands in greeting.

But when his gaze swept over Nuwa, a flash of burning desire appeared in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it.

However, when Taiyi caught sight of Lu Renjia beside them, he frowned.

This man was not among the great figures of the Primordial World in his memories. In particular, that unabashed stare at Nuwa displeased him greatly. Every beautiful female immortal in the Primordial World had already been reserved for him, yet someone actually dared covet one of them. His tone immediately turned hostile. "Who are you? Take your eyes off her, or else..."

Lu Renjia's expression also darkened. "Why must Fellow Daoist Taiyi be so domineering? I merely greeted the two Fellow Daoists."

Taking advantage of their confrontation, Fuxi hurriedly pulled Nuwa back, distancing them from the two men.

Di Jun, who had been hiding among the crowd, looked at Taiyi and Lu Renjia with utter contempt. "That useless fool who only thinks about such things is actually my younger brother."

He then turned toward the Purple Heaven Palace, his eyes burning with desire. "Once I dominate the Primordial World, why can't I sit in this Purple Heaven Palace as well?"

At that moment, an angry roar rang out.

"Feathered mongrel! You still dare show yourself!"

A fire dragon roared down from the sky and lunged fiercely at Taiyi!

Taiyi's expression changed. He hastily summoned the Chaos Bell and blocked the fire dragon. Looking closely, he saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches descending from the heavens.

"Zhurong! You dare attack before the Purple Heaven Palace?" Taiyi shouted sharply.

Zhurong gave no answer. Laws of fire surged around him as he threw a punch. "Hmph! You feathered mongrel dared steal our treasure—die!"

Before his fist wind could even erupt, an overbearing dragon's might descended, instantly suppressing the power of law around Zhurong.

"No fighting before the Purple Heaven Palace."

Zulong slowly stepped forward and stood between the two sides with his hands behind his back.

Zhurong stared at Zulong with tightly furrowed brows, forcibly restraining his anger. "Zulong, are you going to stop me?"

Zulong's expression did not change as he replied calmly, "If you want to fight, wait until the sermon is over. Otherwise, don't blame this clan leader for being discourteous."

Zhurong still wanted to say something, but Houtu stepped forward and secretly tugged at him.

Creak!

Suddenly, the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace finally swung open.

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