Discourse Turmoil

Hongjun was about to begin his lecture when his gaze swept across the crowd below and suddenly paused.

In the distance, Hongyun's body shuddered violently. His eyes instantly became vacant and dazed. A moment later, his gaze refocused, but it was as though he had become a different person.

Hongjun: "..."

He had lived through who knew how many Hundun epochs. What had he not seen before? But possessing someone and transmigrating right before his eyes was simply too blatant a disregard for him.

He secretly pointed a finger, and an invisible immortal light entered Hongyun's body. Hongyun's original primordial spirit was gently enveloped and tucked into his sleeve.

"Since this old Daoist has seen it, I shall lend you a hand. Once I have drained this anomaly dry, I will revive you."

Hongjun silently noted the matter, but his expression remained unchanged. He gave Hongyun a deep look before slowly speaking.

"This lecture concerns the Dao of the Great Golden Immortal."

Though Hongjun spoke of the Dao of the Great Golden Immortal, he possessed cultivation in the Heavenly Dao Realm. The Dao resonance in his teachings was unfathomably profound.

The people below listened with rapt attention. The obscure bottlenecks that usually baffled them became instantly clear under Hongjun's guidance, as though enlightenment had been poured directly into their minds.

Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches sat there as if listening to a heavenly book.

Zhurong had already begun to yawn, his eyelids drooping heavily. Houtu tried hard to listen, but after listening for half the day, she did not understand a single word. In the end, she could only give up helplessly.

Hongjun's lecture lasted three thousand years.

As it neared its end, Di Jun remembered his system mission. Gritting his teeth, he rose and cupped his hands. "May I ask, Dao Ancestor, what realms lie beyond the Great Golden Immortal?"

Hongjun was interrupted during his lecture, yet he was not angered. Spreading the Dao held no selfish intent. Whether anomalies or native beings of the Primordial World, all had the right to seek the Dao.

He looked at Di Jun and slowly spoke.

"Within the Dao of Immortality, after the Great Golden Immortal comes the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal. Yet the Immortal Dao is profound and wondrous. From it, this old Daoist comprehended a method known as the Method of Slashing the Three Corpses. This method is simple and can lead to the Quasi-Sage realm. After the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal comes the Primordial Great Golden Immortal. After the Quasi-Sage comes the Sage."

Under Hongjun's gaze, Di Jun forced himself to continue asking, "Dao Ancestor! What is the difference between a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Sage? How are they achieved? Is there a difference in strength?"

Hongjun stared at Di Jun for a moment.

His gaze was calm, as though it could see through every one of Di Jun's thoughts. Di Jun's scalp tingled beneath that look, and cold sweat streamed down his back. Yet to complete the mission, he could only hold firm and dare not retreat.

As long as Hongjun conceals the weakness of Three Corpses Severance, once someone becomes a Quasi-Sage, I can compare them with a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal. At the next lecture, exposing Hongjun's scheme should count as completing the mission.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and spoke again. "Primordial Origin Golden Immortals establish their Dao through Law, giving them solid foundations and formidable combat power. Three Corpses Severance, however, borrows the power of spiritual treasures. It is easy to begin, but its upper limit is restricted by the grade of the spiritual treasures.

"If one speaks of combat power within the same realm, those who attain the Dao through Law are naturally stronger. Yet cultivating Law is difficult; only those with great perseverance and great fortune can succeed. You must all act according to your abilities and not force the matter."

The moment those words were spoken, cries of astonishment rang through the hall.

Di Jun's expression had already turned somewhat ugly.

Hongjun had not concealed anything at all?

According to the Primordial World's storyline, Hongjun should have strongly promoted Three Corpses Severance in order to better control the Primordial World. With him being so candid now, how was Di Jun supposed to complete his mission?

Di Jun's thoughts were a tangled mess. For the moment, he did not know what to do and could only retreat silently, waiting to find another opportunity in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Tongtian rose and cupped his hands. "Dao Ancestor, cultivating Law is difficult, while Three Corpses Severance requires spiritual treasures as vessels. There are countless beings in the Primordial World, but spiritual treasures are limited. Wouldn't those who come later have no path to follow?"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's gaze seemed to casually sweep over the transmigrators in the hall, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Spiritual treasures in the Primordial World will not be scarce in the future. You need not worry too much."

Since the Dao Ancestor had said so, everyone finally set their minds at ease.

Hongjun flicked his Whisk. "This lecture ends here. The next lecture will still be held after three thousand yuanhui and will last three thousand years. At that time, this old Daoist will speak on the Dao of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and the Quasi-Sage."

As his words fell, his figure vanished from the high platform.

The lecture had ended, yet no one left immediately. Instead, they sat cross-legged where they were and began digesting what they had learned over the past three thousand years.

Only Kunpeng shot Hongyun a vicious glare, then snorted coldly and rose to leave.

When Di Jun saw this, his eyes lit up, and he quietly followed after him.

At that moment, Hongyun—or rather, the new soul occupying Hongyun's body—sat there with a miserable expression.

Of all people to transmigrate into, why did I have to become the goody-two-shoes Hongyun? And I even transmigrated after I gave up my Sage seat.

Just as he was wallowing in self-pity, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Ten Thousand Times Return System binding successful!]

Hongyun's entire body shook. The misery on his face instantly vanished, replaced by wild ecstasy.

Ten Thousand Times Return!

What did Kunpeng and Di Jun amount to? With a system in hand, not only becoming a Sage—even surpassing the Heavenly Dao was not impossible!

In another corner of the Purple Heaven Palace, Lu Renjia was conversing with the system inside his body.

"System... are you sure this mission isn't a joke?"

[Ding! Confirmed! As long as the host removes the Purple Heaven Palace's main gate, they will obtain the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords and the Immortal-Slaying Formation Map, along with one million years of cultivation, directly reaching the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm!]

Lu Renjia's gaze drifted involuntarily toward Nuwa, who was cultivating cross-legged nearby. A trace of infatuation appeared in his eyes. Then he looked at the tightly shut gates of the Purple Heaven Palace and gritted his teeth.

"I'll take it! It's just tearing down a gate, isn't it? That old bastard Hongjun can't be that stingy!"

Lu Renjia rose to his feet and casually walked to the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace. The mana around him erupted as he seized both sides of the doorframe with his hands and exerted force.

"BOOM!"

He forcibly ripped the heavy palace gates out of their frame and hoisted them onto his shoulder.

In an instant, every gaze in the hall turned toward him.

The air fell silent for a moment before the hall erupted into uproar.

"Am I seeing things? He tore down the Dao Ancestor's gate?"

"First there was Fellow Daoist Haotian standing with his hands on his hips and acting tough, and now this brother is walking off with a gate on his shoulder. The Primordial World truly produces heroes in abundance!"

With the gate on his shoulder, Lu Renjia forced out an awkward smile. "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding... I just wanted to lean on it. Who knew this gate would be so flimsy..."

At that very moment, his system sounded a timely notification.

[Ding! Mission complete! Distributing rewards...]

However, at the same time, Hongjun, having returned to the rear hall, suddenly sensed the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords he had seized from Luo Hou's Dao body trembling violently within his sleeve.

Hongjun frowned slightly and performed a divination. His expression immediately darkened.

"Hmm? This anomaly's system does not use its origin to create spiritual treasures, but directly seizes them from others?"

A cold glint flashed through his eyes. "Then it cannot be allowed to remain."

At the front of the hall, Lu Renjia waited for a long while without receiving his reward. He could not help growing anxious and urged inwardly, "System? Where is my reward?"

The system's flustered voice replied.

[Don't rush... don't rush... it's still being prepared...]

The system was cursing internally as well. Damn it! What is going on with this Primordial World? Its laws are so powerful that the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords have been sealed by something. There's no way to deliver them at all!

Its consciousness swept rapidly through the crowd and suddenly discovered Zhun Ti cultivating with his eyes closed, holding the Seven Treasures Tree.

Without another word, the system manifested an invisible giant hand, seized the Seven Treasures Tree, forcibly suppressed it, and tossed it to Lu Renjia.

[Ding! Rewards received: Seven Treasures Tree! One million years of cultivation!]

Lu Renjia stared at the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, completely dumbfounded.

"System... fuck your grandfather! You snatched someone else's treasure in front of all these people and gave it to me as a reward?"

He had no time to think further. He put away the Seven Treasures Tree, carried the gate, and fled outside.

Zhun Ti abruptly opened his eyes and discovered that the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand was gone. Seeing Lu Renjia's panicked fleeing figure, he flew into a rage.

"How dare you, thief!!"

Zhun Ti's face reddened with fury as he leaped up and gave chase. Jie Yin also came to his senses, his face darkening as he followed close behind.

"Little thief! Return my junior brother's treasure!"

The three figures shot out of the Purple Heaven Palace one after another in the blink of an eye.

Inside the hall, everyone looked at one another in bewilderment.

What no one noticed was that Hongjun's figure had also quietly left the Purple Heaven Palace.