Shameless Jie Yin and Zhun Ti

Two attendants emerged from behind the gates. Haotian walked in front, handsome and refined, while Yaochi followed behind him, her eyes bright and lively.

Haotian stepped forward and bowed to the crowd. "The master has ordered that the time has come. Please enter."

Hearing this, everyone composed themselves and entered Purple Heaven Palace in an orderly manner.

As Di Jun passed Haotian, his steps paused slightly, and he gave him a deep look.

Was this the future Heavenly Emperor Haotian?

After everyone had entered, Haotian should have closed the gates and withdrawn with Yaochi, but he suddenly stood still.

Yaochi took two steps before noticing that Haotian had not followed. She turned back in confusion and asked, "Haotian, what's wrong? We should close the gates and withdraw."

Haotian ignored her.

An exceedingly strange expression appeared on his face, as though he were engaged in an intense mental struggle. His cheeks gradually reddened.

Yaochi looked utterly baffled. "Haotian?"

Haotian took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. He repeated this several times.

Then, under Yaochi's stunned gaze, Haotian suddenly threw back his head. One hand rested on his waist while the other pointed at the gates, and he laughed with all his strength.

"Hahaha! I, Haotian, was born with extraordinary foundations and boundless fortune! With one hand on my waist and one finger pointing to the heavens, all living beings shall bow before me! Even the Heavenly Dao must lower its gaze when it sees me! A mere palace gate, close at once!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust out his palm. With a thunderous bang, the gates of Purple Heaven Palace slammed shut.

Inside Purple Heaven Palace, silence fell instantly.

Everyone's eyes turned in unison toward Haotian, their expressions utterly varied.

Yaochi stood at the side with her mouth wide open and her eyes round as saucers. She seemed petrified as she stared at Haotian in disbelief.

After a brief silence, hushed whispers broke out among the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian... did he encounter a bottleneck in cultivation and lose control of his mind?"

"Good heavens... how did he manage to do something like that in public? He dared to say it, but I barely dared to listen!"

"Young people these days... their brains don't seem to work quite right..."

Since Haotian was Hongjun's attendant, everyone held back from laughing aloud. Still, their suppressed smiles and twitching lips said it all.

Several people even secretly used their magic power to record what had just happened.

Di Jun, Taiyi, and the other transmigrators could not bear to look directly at this future Heavenly Emperor.

This was fucking Haotian?

The future ruler of the Three Realms? The Haotian Jade Firmament High Emperor?

This was too embarrassing. It was simply an insult to decency!

Haotian's face had turned red all the way to his ears. While furiously cursing the system within him, he lowered his head and fled the scene as quickly as possible.

After that little incident, everyone's attention gradually shifted to the interior of the great hall.

At the very front of the hall stood three Prayer Mats. Dao rhythms flowed across them, making it obvious at a glance that they were extraordinary. Behind those three Prayer Mats stood another six in a neat row.

Everyone immediately understood that these Prayer Mats likely held great significance.

Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin exchanged glances. With a flicker of their bodies, they directly took seats on the three foremost Prayer Mats.

They were the only three Primordial Origin Golden Immortals present, the most senior and the strongest. No one dared compete with them.

The remaining six Prayer Mats became the object of everyone's contention.

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances. Without hesitation, they moved and sat upon the three foremost of the remaining Prayer Mats.

Seeing this, Nuwa also prepared to seize a Prayer Mat. Fuxi instinctively grabbed her hand.

Nuwa turned back in confusion. "Brother?"

Fuxi opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Deep down, he always felt that sainthood was Hongjun's scheme, shackles the Heavenly Dao used to bind living beings.

But when the words reached his lips, he recalled what Shichen had told him upon the River of Time. After hesitating for a moment, he finally released her hand and said softly,

"It's nothing. I'll help you seize one."

Nuwa nodded. With a flicker, she sat on the fourth Prayer Mat. Fuxi manifested the Innate Bagua and guarded her side, his gaze sweeping vigilantly across the surroundings.

Of the remaining two Prayer Mats, Kunpeng seized one, while Hongyun sat on the other. His friend Zhenyuanzi stood behind him with a smile on his face.

Di Jun, Taiyi, and the other transmigrators looked at the six Prayer Mats and silently nodded.

Although there were three more Prayer Mats than in the original Primordial World, the overall course of events did not seem to have shifted much. The minor changes were likely caused by the butterfly effect brought about by transmigration.

They had no intention of fighting for the Prayer Mats. As transmigrators, how could they possibly become puppets of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun? The path they intended to take was proving Dao through laws.

Just then, the gates of Purple Heaven Palace were pushed open again, and two figures stumbled inside.

"Wait! Wait!"

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

After entering, the two swiftly swept their gazes across the hall. When they discovered that every Prayer Mat was occupied, their expressions immediately darkened.

They exchanged a glance, and both saw the unwillingness in the other's eyes. They could sense that the Prayer Mats contained immense opportunities.

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Jie Yin suddenly burst into loud sobs. "Senior Brother! Our lives are so miserable! The West was already barren, and from the Ferocious Beast Calamity to the time of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, every battle was fought on our Western Continent! The mountains and rivers were shattered, and we lived every day in constant fear!"

"Now we have traveled countless miles to hear the Dao, yet we do not even have a seat! Who will take pity on us?"

Zhun Ti immediately began crying as well. "That's right, Senior Brother! Why does every misfortune fall upon our West? Our lives are so bitter! Who will take pity on us?"

As they spoke, the two directly embraced and wailed bitterly. Their cries were so mournful that those who heard them felt sorrow, and those who saw them shed tears.

However, every great power present was an old fox who had cultivated for countless epochs. They all looked down on such pitiful theatrics.

Taiyi could not help mocking them directly. "You arrived late. What right do you have to demand that others give up their seats? Stop howling like mourners here!"

Jie Yin's crying paused, only for him to cry even harder. "You... ah! Junior Brother, look! Our lives are already so miserable, yet someone still looks down on us! How tragic!"

Zhun Ti also began wailing loudly along with him.

Hongyun, who was seated on a Prayer Mat, showed an expression of pity. After hesitating briefly, he suddenly rose and said, "Fellow Daoists, I shall give this seat to you."

Zhenyuanzi's expression changed, and he hurriedly stopped him. "Hongyun! The Prayer Mats are special. Why give one to another?"

Hongyun waved his hand and smiled. "It is nothing. Why should we who pursue the Dao rely on a Prayer Mat? The Western Continent has indeed suffered several calamities, and their circumstances are not easy. It is only a Prayer Mat. Let them have it."

Hearing this, Jie Yin hurriedly thanked him and plopped himself down on Hongyun's Prayer Mat.

Zhun Ti's gaze swept across the remaining people. He looked at the Three Pure Ones, but they were united as one and not easy to deal with, so he withdrew his gaze.

He then looked toward Nuwa. Fuxi immediately became alert, and the Innate Bagua spun rapidly before him. Zhun Ti gave an awkward smile and withdrew his gaze.

In the end, his gaze landed on Kunpeng, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, how about giving your seat to me?"

Kunpeng said nothing, his face dark and gloomy.

Yuanshi opened his eyes and casually glanced at Kunpeng. "How can one covered in fur and scales sit among us? Get down at once."

Kunpeng's expression became even uglier.

Seeing someone back him up, Zhun Ti spoke as he approached Kunpeng. "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I advise you to give up your seat."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly brought out the Seven Treasures Tree. A stream of seven-colored radiance swept forth, directly knocking Kunpeng off the Prayer Mat! Zhun Ti took the opportunity to drop onto it.

Jie Yin also immediately brought out his magic treasure and watched Kunpeng vigilantly, preventing him from counterattacking.

Kunpeng faced the two alone, while the Three Pure Ones were also speaking against him. For the moment, he did not dare make a move and could only direct all his anger toward Hongyun.

If Hongyun had not started by giving up his seat, none of this would have happened afterward!

He shot Hongyun a vicious glare.

Hongyun was somewhat helpless under that glare and could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

Di Jun and Taiyi watched this scene, their eyes fixed on Kunpeng as a sharp glint flickered within them.

Every disturbance in the great hall fell clearly into Hongjun's eyes in the rear hall.

Sitting cross-legged, he slowly spoke toward the void. "Heavenly Dao, must there be six saintly positions?"

A cold, indifferent voice came from the void. "Yes. There must be six Heavenly Dao Sages. In addition, I have only recently taken form and still require someone to merge with the Dao before the Heavenly Dao can become more stable.

"Only after these conditions are fulfilled can the Law of Immortal Dao be completely spread throughout the Primordial World, and the world barrier of the Primordial World become stronger."

Hongjun fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "So that is how it is. However, I cannot decide the matter of merging with the Dao on my own. I must first seek the instructions of Dao Venerable Shichen and let him make the arrangements."

The voice in the void said, "That is as it should be. Dao Venerable Pangu and the others are no longer in Hundun, but Dao Venerable Shichen's Dao body remains in the Primordial World. He must be contacted as soon as possible."

Hongjun gave a response. With a light sweep of his sleeve, his figure vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, Hongjun's figure slowly appeared within the great hall.

Seeing Hongjun appear, everyone except the Ancestral Witches rose and cupped their hands. "Greetings, Senior Hongjun!"

"Senior Hongjun has selflessly spread the Dao throughout the Primordial World. This junior admires you beyond measure!"

"That's right! Senior Hongjun not only ended the Ferocious Beast Calamity, but later defeated Luo Hou, and now spreads the Dao throughout the Primordial World! With Senior Hongjun in the Primordial World, it is truly the Primordial World's fortune!"

For a time, praise rose one after another. Everyone wanted to leave a favorable impression on Hongjun, hoping to receive a little more guidance during his lecture.

Zhun Ti's eyes turned, and he suddenly prostrated himself on the ground and shouted, "This junior believes that, given Senior Hongjun's merits, he should become the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World!"

Everyone inwardly cursed the shameless fellow. His flattery was deafening, but they still cupped their hands and followed suit. "We greet the Dao Ancestor! May the Dao Ancestor's Dao fortune know no bounds!"

The transmigrators standing amid the crowd merely sneered inwardly.

Thank him for spreading the Dao? Wasn't this demanded by the Heavenly Dao anyway?

As for the Dao-Demon War, wasn't it Hongjun's conspiracy? It had merely been for the sake of seizing authority over the Primordial World!

A bunch of fools, kept in the dark without even knowing it!

Every transmigrator silently swore that one day, they would expose Hongjun's scheme, destroy the Heavenly Dao, and take the seat of honor in Purple Heaven Palace!

Though they thought this inwardly, they still offered congratulations on the surface. Facing Hongjun directly, the transmigrators deeply felt just how terrifying he was.

Hongjun raised a hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

"Enough. The seating arrangements will not be changed again."

"The Dao lecture... shall begin!"