Primordial Era Great Powers Shatter Worldviews

Three thousand years, a mere blink of an eye for the great powers of the Primordial Era.

As the time for the sermon drew nearer, the chaotic lands beyond the thirty-third heaven, once desolate, became unprecedentedly "lively."

Brilliant streaks of light tore through the void, converging from all corners of the Primordial Era. Some with immortal bearing rode clouds and cranes, others with surging demonic energy chased stars on the wind, some cloaked in malevolent energy moved like shadows, and still others with powerful blood energy traversed the chaos with their bare bodies!

The closer they got to the legendary Purple Heaven Palace, the more turbulent the chaotic currents became, the greater the resistance. Ordinary Golden Immortals found it difficult to move, needing spiritual treasures to protect themselves. This also served as a natural selection; only the most powerful and accomplished beings in the Primordial Era could reach the deepest parts.

Conflict was inevitable.

"Get lost! I claimed this path first!" a ferocious beast roared, attempting to ram a figure shrouded in a black robe. "Hmph, ignorant beast!" a cold laugh came from beneath the black robe, and a ghastly green demonic fire shot out, scorching the beast's scales until they blackened. It retreated with a pained howl. On the other side, sword light clashed with demonic arts, creating constant roars. "Di Jun! Tai Yi! This is not your Sun Star, how dare you be so arrogant!" an reclusive great power rebuked. "Opportunities in the Primordial Era belong to the strong! Wouldn't you agree, Daoist Kunpeng?" Eastern Emperor Tai Yi held the Chaos Bell, its gentle chime shattering all nearby divine abilities, his tone filled with innate arrogance. Old Ancestor Kunpeng chuckled sinisterly, not replying, his form darting like a ghost, attempting to seize a position further ahead.

The Three Pure Ones arrived together. Grand Pure One Laozi had the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above his head, impervious to all methods; Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerate held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, his body protected by radiant light; Upper Pure Heavens Leader was surrounded by sword qi that sliced through the chaos. Wherever they passed, all conflicts subsided; no one dared to easily challenge their might. However, Primordial Heavenly Venerate's expression remained grim, clearly still bothered by the stolen Green Lotus of Creation.

Empress Nuwa arrived on Qing Luan, a serene aura emanating from her, and no one dared to provoke her. Jieyin and Zhunti, their faces etched with hardship, struggled forward through the chaos, constantly muttering phrases like "This treasure is fated for me" and "Daoist, please stay," trying to leech off others' protective divine light, earning them many glares.

From the direction of Pangu Hall, only Houtu the Ancestral Witch arrived quietly. She did not reveal her true Ancestral Witch form but came as a Primordial Spirit avatar, her aura relatively hidden. She frowned slightly as she observed the surrounding disputes.

The closer they got to the "safe zone" cleared in the chaotic core, the more intense the battles became. Everyone wanted to seize the initiative, to be the first to enter the Purple Heaven Palace, perhaps to obtain the legendary "Meditation Cushion" opportunity?

However, when the first group of great powers, led by the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun Tai Yi, Kunpeng, and Nuwa, finally broke through the last chaotic barrier and arrived before the legendary "Purple Heaven Palace," everyone froze as if under a spell, their jaws dropping at the sight before them.

What... what is this?!

Where was the ancient, solemn Purple Heaven Palace, imbued with Daoist charm, that they had expected?

The building before them... its style was so peculiar! The flickering RGB glazed tiles? The heavy metal door with rivets? The stone lions at the entrance, one looking vacant and the other yawning? And the plaque above the door—

"Slacking... no, Violet Firmament Palace"?!

Every character seemed to challenge the limits of their understanding!

"This... is this truly the Dao Ancestor's dojo?" Even Grand Pure One Laozi, with his highest state of mind and cultivation, couldn't help but wonder if he had taken a wrong turn and stumbled into some chaotic demon god's prank den.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's face turned as black as a pot's bottom. He gritted out a few words: "What kind of decorum is this!!" He felt his obsessive-compulsive disorder acting up.

Heavens Leader, however,'s eyes lit up: "This is interesting! This style... wild! Unconventional!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged glances, seeing deep suspicion and absurdity in each other's eyes. His Majesty the Demon Emperor even began to doubt if it was the right decision to bring the entire demon race here to listen to this sermon.

Empress Nuwa's delicate mouth parted, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment. Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths hung open, they even forgot to chant "fated." Old Ancestor Kunpeng's eyes flickered; he felt that this place was filled with strangeness. Houtu the Ancestral Witch merely frowned slightly. The comforting aura seemed to still be present, but the visual impact was too overwhelming.

Just as everyone hesitated, shocked, and questioning their lives, the heavy, riveted door creaked open with a grating sound, slowly revealing a gap.

A more complex aroma wafted from within the door. The smell of machine oil? (Gaming Chair) The smell of spices? (Seasonings for preparing skewers) The sulfurous smell of hot springs? And a faint hint of... foot odor? (Leftover from the Green Lotus foot bath)

The assembled great powers: "..." This smell... it's too complicated!

But the door had opened, and the Dao Ancestor's aura (albeit strange) was undeniably emanating from within. Since they were already here, they couldn't just turn around and leave, could they?

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, suppressed their discomfort, and were the first to step inside. The other great powers, holding back their urge to complain, followed suit with extremely complex and vigilant emotions.

And then...

There was no "then."

The moment everyone stepped into the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace, the scene before them caused these well-traveled, tribulation-experienced, top great powers of the Primordial Era to collectively turn to stone, their brains completely crashing!

What greeted their eyes was not the expected cloud beds, meditation cushions, golden lamps, and violet flowers...

But rows upon rows of chairs, gleaming with cold metallic light, covered in strange leather, with peculiar shapes— (Ergonomic gaming chairs) At the very front, there was no Daoist platform, only a much larger, more complex reclining chair with numerous protrusions and wheels— (Fully automatic massage chair) A pole with a sphere on top stood beside it— (Microphone) The air was filled with a faint, relaxing, strange fragrance (Aromatherapy essential oil, Xiao Kuang's haphazard arrangement). To the side and rear, a corridor leading further back could be seen, with faint sounds of flowing water and... the sizzling of roasting meat? (Barbecue grill preheating) And a few distant dragon and phoenix cries (Zoo).

This... this is the Purple Heaven Palace?! This must be some nouveau riche mortal's pleasure den!

All their Dao hearts were struck and baptized like never before at this moment!

They stood dumbfounded at the entrance, looking at the interior decoration that surpassed all imagination, unable to utter a single word.

The entire hall was silent.

Only the luxurious massage reclining chair at the very front was automatically executing its back-patting program, emitting a regular, low "buzzing" sound from its motor, which, in the needle-drop silence, seemed exceptionally clear and... jarring.