Hongjun Takes Disciples!

After entering Pangu Hall, Di Jiang said to Hou Tu:

"Little sister Hou Tu!"

"You have now broken through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."

"Here is Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi. You can study and comprehend it."

As he spoke, he took the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi from the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror and handed it to Hou Tu.

After Hou Tu accepted it, she said solemnly:

"Big Brother! Are you going to become a Sage?"

Di Jiang had already told the Ancestral Witches about his plans.

Hou Tu knew as well.

Now that Di Jiang had given her the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi—

Could it be that her eldest brother was about to become a Sage?

That was a Sage!

When Hongjun had become a Sage, that terrifying pressure had filled the entire Primordial World.

They had not sensed it at the time, sheltered within Pangu Hall.

Yet the Ancestral Witches knew that Sages stood at the pinnacle of power in the Primordial World.

Even they, the Ancestral Witches famed for their physical bodies, would likewise be unable to withstand them.

Di Jiang smiled and said:

"Soon!"

"Within ten thousand years."

Excitement flashed across Hou Tu's face. Taking the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi, she nodded and said:

"Alright, Big Brother!"

"I won't hold you back!"

Di Jiang comforted her for a few words, then they each went off to cultivate.

The other Ancestral Witches were still cultivating.

They walked the path of Law Ascension.

The path to becoming Netherworld Sages did not suit them.

As for Di Jiang himself, he was walking several paths at once.

Now!

The time to attain the Dao and become a Sage was drawing near!

Di Jiang then began studying the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror and the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi as well.

Time held no meaning in the Primordial World. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.

Over those thousand years, the cultivation of all the Divine Saints advanced tremendously.

With their profound foundations, all of them broke through to the Quasi-Sage realm.

At the same time, Dijun and Taiyi began their expansion at a frantic pace.

They led the Demon Race in campaigns across the four directions.

But since the Witch Clan had not emerged, and the Ancestral Witches were all in seclusion cultivating,

the entire Demon Race encountered no opponents.

Faintly, the Demon Race seemed to have regained the former glory of the Dragon Race.

Unmatched!

The Demon Race's fortune also steadily rose.

As their fortune rose, Dijun and Taiyi's strength grew increasingly formidable.

Inside Pangu Hall, Di Jiang opened his eyes, and phantoms of reincarnation flickered within them.

His understanding of the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror and the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi had become ever more effortless.

"A thousand years have passed!"

"Now it is time to go to Zixiao Palace and see whether these Meditation Cushions can obtain Heavenly Dao Hongmeng Violet Qi!"

A terrifying aura emanated from Di Jiang, and a faint cold smile appeared on his lips.

He then left Pangu Hall and swiftly headed for Zixiao Palace beyond the Primordial World.

This time, he alone among the Witches went to Zixiao Palace. The other Ancestral Witches were in seclusion, hoping to strike while the iron was hot and quickly break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Within Chaos, at Zixiao Palace, the many Innate Divine Saints were already familiar with the way.

After entering Zixiao Palace, they found their respective places and sat down.

After entering, Di Jiang surveyed the surroundings. He saw that the auras of the many Innate Divine Saints had become increasingly terrifying; clearly, they had all broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm.

After he sat down, Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, Ming He, and Mosquito Daoist all sent messages to Di Jiang. Di Jiang naturally nodded and replied through voice transmission.

During the lectures at Zixiao Palace, Di Jiang did not prevent Mosquito Daoist from coming to listen.

It was simply that each time, Mosquito Daoist sat somewhere in the middle.

He was rather inconspicuous, that was all!

Yet Di Jiang could tell that Mosquito Daoist's cultivation had likewise broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm.

Unlike them, Dijun and the others did not look so pleasant.

Dijun and Taiyi's auras were condensed to the extreme, their brows radiating majesty. Their gazes at Di Jiang brimmed with boundless killing intent.

Clearly, with their strength rapidly increasing, their confidence had swelled beyond measure.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti exchanged a glance, then half-closed their eyes and deeply concealed the killing intent within them. In their view, Di Jiang was the root cause of the entire Hong Yun affair.

Only by killing Di Jiang, killing Hong Yun, and killing Zhen Yuanzi could they completely settle the karmic entanglement. Otherwise, they would be unable to eat or sleep in peace!

Among the Three Pure Ones, Tai Shang and Tong Tian looked relatively calm, but Yuan Shi's gaze toward Di Jiang and Kunpeng was filled with a deeply suggestive look.

As for Kunpeng, it was because during the matter of yielding seats, Kunpeng had refused to give Yuan Shi any face. If he had obediently yielded his seat, none of what followed would have happened.

As for Di Jiang, Yuan Shi resented him for humiliating him before everyone. He was one of the Three Pure Ones! An existence with the deepest foundation—why would Di Jiang refuse to give him face?

In short, he was filled with killing intent toward both of them.

Though Zixiao Palace appeared calm on the surface, raging waves had long been churning beneath it. A great battle could erupt at any moment.

Di Jiang took in everyone's reactions, a faint cold smile hanging on his lips.

Just then, Hongjun's figure suddenly appeared, and the Divine Saints began greeting him as Dao Ancestor.

Since the Second Zixiao Lecture, the title Dao Ancestor Hongjun had spread throughout the Primordial World.

Now, all the Divine Saints addressed him as Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun nodded. When he saw that only Di Jiang among the Ancestral Witches had come, turmoil rose in his heart once more. Secretly, he took out the Creation Jade Disc and began rubbing it.

There was still no result at all!

"These Ancestral Witches are strange in every way. I must merge with the Dao as soon as possible!"

Hongjun, whose heart was far from calm, thought to himself.

Only after merging with the Dao would he possess sufficient strength.

At that time, even if Pangu had left behind countless hidden measures, there would be nothing to fear.

With those thoughts in mind, Hongjun slowly began:

"Today, I shall speak of the Dao of the Sage. A Sage is! Supreme and unsurpassable..."

The Divine Saints began listening with rapt attention.

Di Jiang's expression remained calm.

He had already fully comprehended the Dao Hongjun was teaching.

All he lacked was time; then he could use the Netherworld Primordial Purple Qi to attain the Dao and become a Sage.

Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, three thousand years passed.

The Divine Saints awoke from their comprehension and thanked Hongjun in unison:

"Many thanks, Dao Ancestor!"

Hongjun's expression remained calm as he slowly said:

"The three lectures are complete!"

"Next, there are three matters."

"The first matter is that I wish to take disciples."

"Three Pure Ones, you and I share the fate of master and disciples. Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"

Become a Sage's disciples?

That was a Sage!

How could they possibly refuse?

The Three Pure Ones hurriedly rose and said:

"We pay respects to Master!"

Hongjun nodded calmly, then turned his gaze toward Zhun Ti and said:

"Zhun Ti! You and I share the fate of master and disciple. Are you willing to become my registered disciple?"

Zhun Ti was overjoyed. Rising to his feet, he said:

"I am willing!"

"This disciple Zhun Ti pays respects to Master!"

At this point, the Divine Saints understood. So the six Meditation Cushions at the front had been prepared by Sage Hongjun for his own disciples.

Disciples of a Sage!

For a time, the many Divine Saints began to envy them.

Next should be Kunpeng and Di Jiang, right?

That was what the Divine Saints thought.

Di Jiang's expression remained calm, and not a ripple stirred in his heart.

Kunpeng's heart pounded wildly.

Hongjun said calmly:

"Di Jiang, Kunpeng!"

"You and I share no fate as master and disciples."

"Yet since you have sat upon these Meditation Cushions, I shall compensate you with a Primordial Spirit Treasure. I grant Kunpeng the Purple Lightning Hammer, and I grant Di Jiang the Wither-and-Bloom Brush."

As he spoke, he gave the two Primordial Spirit Treasures to Kunpeng and Di Jiang.