Lecture Turmoil

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

In the distance, Hongyun's body trembled violently. His eyes instantly turned vacant and confused. A moment later, his gaze refocused, but he seemed like a completely different person.

Hongjun: "..."

He had lived through countless Hundun epochs. What scene had he not witnessed? Yet someone actually possessed another's body and transmigrated right in front of him. They truly did not take him seriously.

Secretly, he pointed a finger, and an invisible immortal light entered Hongyun's body. Hongyun's original primordial spirit was gently wrapped up and stored in his sleeve.

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

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

"This sermon shall concern the Dao of Great Golden Immortals."

Although Hongjun was teaching the Dao of Great Golden Immortals, his cultivation had reached the Heavenly Dao Realm. The Dao essence he expounded was incomparably profound.

The crowd below listened in rapt attention. The obscure bottlenecks that had troubled them in the past 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 though they were listening to an incomprehensible heavenly scripture.

Zhurong had already begun yawning, his eyelids drooping heavily. Houtu tried hard to listen, but after listening for a long while, 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 the Dao Ancestor, what realms lie beyond the Great Golden Immortal?"

Hongjun had been interrupted during his sermon, yet he was not angered. Teaching 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 Golden Immortal. However, the Immortal Dao is profound and mysterious. From it, this old Daoist has comprehended a method known as the Method of Slashing the Three Corpses. This method is simple and can lead to Quasi-Sagehood. After the Primordial Golden Immortal comes the Primordial Great Golden Immortal. Beyond the Quasi-Sage lies the Sage."

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

Hongjun stared at Di Jun for a long moment.

That gaze was calm, as though it could see through every thought in Di Jun's mind. Di Jun's scalp tingled under his stare, cold sweat streaming down his back. Yet in order 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 Golden Immortal. At the next sermon, exposing Hongjun's scheme should count as completing the mission.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and spoke again. "Primordial Golden Immortals establish their Dao through laws, giving them a solid foundation and formidable combat power. Three Corpses Severance, however, relies on spiritual treasures. It is easy to begin, but its upper limit is constrained by the grade of the spiritual treasures.

"In terms of combat power within the same realm, attaining the Dao through laws is naturally stronger. However, cultivating laws is difficult. None but those with great perseverance and great fortune can achieve it. You must act according to your own abilities and must not force yourselves."

The moment those words were spoken, cries of astonishment rang throughout 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. How was he supposed to complete his mission now that Hongjun had been so frank?

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 seek another opportunity in the future.

Tongtian pondered for a moment, then rose and cupped his hands. "Dao Ancestor, cultivating laws is difficult, while Three Corpses Severance requires spiritual treasures as vessels. There are countless living beings in the Primordial World, but spiritual treasures are limited in number. Wouldn't later generations have no path left to take?"

Hearing this, Hongjun's gaze seemed to casually sweep over the transmigrators in the hall. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"The Primordial World will not lack magical treasures in the future. You need not worry excessively."

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

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

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

With the sermon over, the crowd did not leave immediately. Instead, they remained seated where they were, beginning to digest what they had learned over those three thousand years.

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

Di Jun's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he quietly followed after him.

Meanwhile, Hongyun—or rather, the new soul occupying Hongyun's body—sat where he was with a miserable expression.

Of all people to transmigrate into, why did I have to become the nice guy Hongyun? And I came after I had already given up my Sage seat.

When encountering advertisements such as "Are you a real person?", there was no need to pay attention to them. Simply close them, and never scan codes or send text messages.

As he wallowed in self-pity, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[ Ding! The Ten Thousand Times Return System has successfully bound! ]

Hongyun shuddered. 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, becoming a Sage was nothing. Even surpassing the Heavenly Dao was not impossible!

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

"System... are you sure this mission is not a joke?"

[ Ding! Confirmed! As long as the host tears down the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace, you will receive the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, the Immortal-Slaying Formation Map, and one million years of cultivation, directly reaching the Primordial Golden Immortal realm! ]

Lu Renjia's gaze drifted involuntarily toward Nuwa, who was seated nearby cultivating. 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! Isn't it just tearing down a gate? That old fart Hongjun cannot be that stingy!"

Lu Renjia rose and casually walked over to the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace. The mana around him suddenly erupted as he gripped both sides of the doorframe and exerted force.

"Rumble!"

The heavy palace gates were forcibly torn straight from their frame and hoisted 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 gates?"

"First, Fellow Daoist Haotian stood with his hands on his hips acting tough. Now this brother is walking off with the gates on his shoulders. The Primordial World truly produces heroes in abundance!"

Lu Renjia carried the door panel on his shoulder and forced out an embarrassed smile. "A misunderstanding, it is all a misunderstanding... I only wanted to lean against it. Who knew this gate would be so flimsy..."

His system's prompt sounded at just the right moment.

[ Ding! Mission completed! Rewards are being distributed... ]

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

Hongjun frowned slightly and calculated with his fingers. His expression immediately darkened.

"Hmm? This anomaly's system does not create spiritual treasures from origin essence. It directly steals 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 time without receiving his reward and grew anxious. He urged inwardly, "System? Where is my reward?"

The system's flustered voice replied.

[ Don't panic... don't panic... it is still being prepared... ]

The system was cursing furiously inside. 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 is no way to deliver them at all!

Its consciousness rapidly scanned the crowd before suddenly discovering 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! Reward received: Seven Treasures Tree! One million years of cultivation! ]

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

"System... damn your ancestors! You robbed someone's magical treasure in front of so many people and gave it to me as a reward?"

Before he could think further, he put away the Seven Treasures Tree, carried the door panel, and fled outside.

Zhun Ti suddenly opened his eyes. He discovered that the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand had vanished, then saw Lu Renjia's fleeing figure. He instantly flew into a rage.

"How dare you, thief!!"

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

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

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

Inside the great hall, everyone looked at one another in dismay.

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

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