Hongjun Sensed That Something Was Wrong

At this moment, the Western Two Sages had just stepped out of Purple Cloud Palace when they heard Tongtian challenge them to a contest in the Chaos. They could not help but inwardly cry out in alarm.

The two had hurried to leave Purple Cloud Palace because they feared Tongtian would trouble them again. Unfortunately, Tongtian had still spotted them at the first opportunity.

But if they were truly asked to fight Tongtian, the Western Two Sages simply did not have the courage. After all, outside Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun might not necessarily save them.

They could no longer care about saving face. The two brothers exchanged a glance, then used an escape technique and fled in the direction of Mount Sumeru.

Seeing the Western Two Sages run away, Tongtian immediately moved to pursue them without the slightest hesitation. However, Ancestor Hong Yun stopped him.

With a smile on his face, Ancestor Hong Yun said, "Why must you be so relentlessly aggressive, Fellow Daoist? Why not give this poor Daoist some face and let the matter rest here?"

Seeing Ancestor Hong Yun again, Tongtian gritted his teeth in fury. He directly said to him, "Give you some face? Do you think you have the face for that?"

"If this poor Daoist remembers correctly, weren't you the one who told me to give up my seat to those two bald donkeys?"

Ancestor Hong Yun nodded with a smile. "Fellow Daoist is correct. It was indeed this poor Daoist who suggested that you temporarily give up your seat."

"And this poor Daoist did so naturally for your sake. After all, fighting within Purple Cloud Palace would inevitably anger the Dao Ancestor."

Hearing Ancestor Hong Yun say this, Tongtian could not help but sneer. "So, by your account, everything you did was for my sake?"

Ancestor Hong Yun shamelessly nodded. "Precisely. Therefore, Fellow Daoist, please do not keep pressing them so hard. After all, where one can spare someone, one should spare them..."

Before Ancestor Hong Yun could finish speaking, a massive hammer had appeared in Tongtian's hand. He swung it straight at Ancestor Hong Yun.

"Eighty Hammers."

As Tongtian shouted Eighty Hammers, Ancestor Hong Yun was struck by the hammer. He flew straight into the depths of the Chaos, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"I hope I never see you again. Otherwise, I guarantee that every time I see you, I'll beat you. Let's see if you still dare to play the rotten good guy."

Seeing Tongtian send Ancestor Hong Yun flying with a single hammer blow, Chen Xuan could not help but nod. "That's more like it. In chaotic times, kill the sanctimonious first. That is the eternal truth."

Had Tongtian not attacked Ancestor Hong Yun, Chen Xuan would definitely have made Tongtian understand, once they returned to Azure Lotus Island, the price of softhearted mercy.

But because Tongtian had attacked Ancestor Hong Yun, he had inevitably angered Ancestor Hong Yun's old friend, Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately prepared to step forward and reason with Tongtian. Yet a single look from Tongtian scared him into retreating at once.

He then headed in the direction Ancestor Hong Yun had been sent flying, hoping to find his old friend as quickly as possible, lest he be torn into pieces by the chaotic astral winds.

At this moment, Nuwa also walked over and said to Tongtian with a smile, "Calm down, Fellow Daoist Tongtian. Why get angry with two ants?"

"Instead of wasting your time on that, why not visit the cultivation ground of my brother and me? We can discuss the Dao together, then return three thousand years later to hear about the Dao of the quasi-sage."

Before Tongtian could speak, Laozi directly nodded. He did not forget to cast Tongtian a fierce glare.

Soon afterward, the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers followed Fuxi and Nuwa toward the siblings' cultivation ground.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan could not help but shake his head. "Laozi's personality is still far too cautious. If this keeps up, won't he still become that scheming old bastard in the future?"

"No, I must properly cultivate the Three Pure Ones. At the very least, they must dare to punch a hole through the heavens. Otherwise, would that not weaken the name of Azure Lotus Island?"

When others taught disciples, they wanted their disciples to be obedient, well-behaved, and cause as little trouble as possible. Chen Xuan was precisely the opposite—he wished his disciples would cause trouble every single day.

After all, only disciples who dared to stir up trouble had the ability to resolve it. And that process was undoubtedly the best form of cultivation.

With that in mind, Chen Xuan also left Purple Cloud Palace and headed directly for Mount Sumeru in the west.

As the listeners gradually departed, Hongjun's figure appeared once more within Purple Cloud Palace. With his brows tightly furrowed, he muttered to himself.

"The Three Pure Ones' cultivation has actually broken through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. It will likely not be so easy now to trick them into changing over to the path of severing the three corpses."

"But fate had clearly decreed that they should be this poor Daoist's disciples. They were even the heaven-appointed sages of the Primordial World. Why has such a change occurred?"

"And Nuwa—before even hearing this poor Daoist's lecture, her cultivation had already broken through to the late stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal."

"Who changed all this? Could it be that Yang Mei and the others never truly left?"

"No. Even if Yang Mei and the others remained in the Primordial World, they would not have the ability to teach three Primordial Golden Immortals."

"Could it be Green Lotus Daoist..."

Thinking of this, Hongjun hurriedly began deducing the heavenly secrets, hoping to determine where Chen Xuan currently was and whether all this had anything to do with him.

Unfortunately, after deducing for a long while, Hongjun saw only a stretch of Chaos. He gained not even the slightest scrap of information regarding Chen Xuan.

This only made Hongjun even more worried. He immediately merged his divine soul into the Heavenly Dao, intending to use the power of the Heavenly Dao to deduce the outcome of all this.

As Hongjun merged into the Heavenly Dao, the River of Fate manifested within it. Hongjun began sorting through the River of Fate, searching for the tributary that belonged to Chen Xuan.

"That's impossible. There is no tributary belonging to Green Lotus Daoist in the River of Fate. Could it be that the trajectory of his fate has already been severed?"

At that thought, a smile could not help but appear on Hongjun's face. He then began searching for the fate tributaries of Yang Mei and the others.

The result was the same as with Chen Xuan. The River of Fate no longer contained tributaries that belonged to them.

This meant they were no longer in the Primordial World. They might even have perished within the Chaos.

Having obtained this result, the worry on Hongjun's face disappeared. So long as no surviving Chaos Gods and Devils were causing trouble behind the scenes, he was confident he could control the Primordial World.

"Since no one is pulling strings in the shadows, the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa alone cannot escape this poor Daoist's control. At the next lecture, this poor Daoist will accept them into my school."

After making up his mind, Hongjun disappeared from Purple Cloud Palace once more.

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers had already arrived at Fuxi and Nuwa's cultivation ground.

Once everyone had taken their respective seats, Nuwa impatiently asked, "Fellow Daoists, what understanding have you gained from the Dao the Dao Ancestor spoke of?"

Tongtian snorted coldly. "Is he worthy of calling himself the Dao Ancestor? At most, he can only deceive those ignorant people."

"Compared to the Dao our master imparted, what he taught is nothing but a fart. What use does it have besides misleading all living beings?"