Each Displays His Divine Powers, Yang Mei Ancestor

"Go."

After a brief moment of deliberation, Lingxiao finally made his decision.

Hongjun had become a Saint, his vast holy might pressing across the Primordial World, yet deliberately bypassing the corner of the Lunar Star.

And back when he had established Temporal Order and Merit descended from heaven, his Primordial Spirit had caught a glimpse, in its daze, of that white-haired figure.

Each and every matter showed that the final victor of the Dragon-Han Calamity bore him a measure of goodwill.

Though he had yet to see through the source of that goodwill, he understood that stones from other hills could be used to polish jade.

Listening to a Heavenly Dao Sage expound upon the profundities of laws could only bring boundless benefits to his own path.

Lingxiao's Dao heart was unwavering. He believed with certainty that he would one day attain the Primordial Unity Dao and transcend countless calamities.

But the future was, after all, the future. For now, whether in cultivation realm or understanding of laws, an insurmountable heavenly chasm lay between him and Hongjun.

And the greater the gap, the more he could draw from this sermon.

In truth, it was not just Lingxiao. Hongjun's ascension to sainthood and his coming sermon were a tremendous opportunity, one encountered perhaps once in hundreds of millions of years, for the entire Primordial World.

Seeing that Lingxiao had decided to head for the Violet Firmament Palace, Xihe and Changxi naturally had no objections and followed closely at his heels.

The three immediately left the Moon Palace, concealing their auras as they transformed into a golden rainbow where yin and yang intertwined. They departed the Lunar Star and flew straight toward the summit of the starry sky beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Hongjun had attained the Dao and become a Saint. His holy might spread through the nine heavens and ten lands, stirring Innate Sacred Beings and reclusive great powers throughout the Primordial World from their seclusion.

The period of three thousand years seemed long, yet to Primordial World great powers who casually secluded themselves for tens of thousands of years, it was no more than the flick of a finger. To leave the Primordial World within such a short span and find the Violet Firmament Palace amid the boundless chaotic currents was like fishing for a needle in the sea.

This act itself was the first trial and selection Hongjun had set.

The Dao could not be lightly transmitted, nor could the law be cheaply sold. Those without great fortune, great destiny, and great perseverance would ultimately never enter the gates of the Violet Firmament Palace.

Since the creation of heaven and earth in the Primordial World, there had never been a realm called "Saint."

Though the great powers did not know what kind of profound realm this Primordial Saint Position was, they understood that it certainly stood above the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Growing stronger and climbing the Great Dao were instinctive pursuits engraved deep within the Primordial Spirits of all Innate Sacred Beings.

No one wished to miss such a grand sermon gathering, the first since the creation of heaven and earth. Even those reclusive Primordial Golden Immortals who had survived the Ferocious Beast Tribulation and Dragon-Han Calamity were moved.

For a time, across the five regions of the Primordial Lands, the Four Seas and eight wilds, countless grotto-heavens, blessed lands, immortal mountains, and Dao grounds, radiant clouds shot into the sky as great powers emerged from seclusion.

Among them were rising talents like Lingxiao, who had only taken form after the Dragon-Han Calamity ended; there were also ancient great powers who had existed since the dawn of creation and survived several great calamities.

All who possessed even a little confidence and the heart to pursue the Dao rose into the air, passed through the Thirty-Three Heavens, and gathered toward the summit of the Primordial Starry Sky.

But opportunity had always gone hand in hand with danger. How could the land of Chaos be somewhere ordinary beings could tread?

Not to mention anything else, the World Womb Membrane encasing the entire Primordial World was enough to eliminate over ninety percent of cultivators.

This World Womb Membrane was not a physical object, but an intangible, formless Great Dao force field, mist-like and hazy. Like a perfectly round eggshell, it enveloped the Primordial Lands, the Cosmic Starry Sky, and the Netherworld alike.

It was both the Primordial World's protective barrier and the source of heaven and earth's spiritual qi—it continuously absorbed chaotic currents, refined and separated them into innate spiritual qi, then nourished all living beings of the Primordial World in return.

This force field was incomparably mysterious. Those powerful enough could pass through it safely, yet no one had the slightest chance of damaging it.

—Since the creation of heaven and earth, countless heretics and fiendish cultivators had attempted to tear open the membrane and flood the Primordial World with chaotic currents, only to fail to stir even a ripple.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At the summit of the starry sky, figures gathered one after another, all staring eagerly at the chaotic void beyond the World Womb Membrane, ready to make a move.

Yet out of the caution carved into their bones, no one initially wished to be the first bird to stick out its head and rashly charge into Chaos.

But as time passed, a great power finally could not restrain himself and set off first.

Once one moved, hundreds and then thousands followed. The Great Supernatural Beings displayed their divine powers, some bringing out spiritual treasures for protection, others casting divine abilities to guard their path, as they scrambled to plunge into the World Womb Membrane.

"My two worthy brothers, let us go!"

Among the crowd, three figures possessed the most majestic auras. The elder at their head had a white beard hanging to his chest, the middle-aged man in the center wore a solemn expression, and the young man behind them had sword-like brows and star-bright eyes. They were the Three Pure Ones, formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

Above all three heads bloomed Ninth-Grade Dao Flowers, while Primordial Clear Qi surged and coiled around them. Laozi raised his hand and summoned the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda. Boundless Merit Golden Light poured down to protect the three, and with one step, they safely passed through the World Womb Membrane and vanished into Chaos.

"Screeech—!"

A cry sharp enough to pierce gold and split stone resounded across the sea of stars. From the depths of North Nether, an enormous kun that blotted out heaven and earth burst from the waters. Swaying with the wind, it transformed into a golden Great Peng with wings spanning hundreds of millions of li. The laws of wind and water circulated around it; with a single beat of its wings, it crossed ninety thousand li of empty space, breaking through the World Womb Membrane in an instant and plunging into the chaotic currents.

It was Kunpeng, the Innate Sacred Being born in North Nether.

"Hahahaha! What Heavenly Dao Sage? I want to see just what this Saint truly is!"

At the peak of Mount Buzhou, twelve mountain-like figures strode into the air. Primordial Creation Turbid Qi and the oppressive might of Pangu Bloodline wrapped around them. Wherever they passed, layered clouds scattered and the river of stars trembled.

Relying solely on their tyrannical physical bodies, the Ancestral Witches borrowed neither magical treasures nor divine abilities, yet forcibly smashed through the force field of the World Womb Membrane and charged into Chaos with wild laughter.

For these peak great powers of the Primordial World, passing through the World Womb Membrane was no more than lifting a hand. But for low-level cultivators, it was a pass between life and death.

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals with divine abilities or treasures to protect them could still pass through safely. If Primordial Unity Golden Immortals stopped in time, they could retreat to the Primordial World and preserve their lives.

But there had never been a shortage of those blinded by profit. Many Primordial Unity Golden Immortals clung to a gambler's hope and insisted on forcing their way through. In the end, their mana was exhausted, leaving them trapped with no way forward or back, until their oil ran dry and their lamps went out.

Worse still, some with mere Golden Immortal Realm cultivation dreamed of gambling for an opportunity. The moment they stepped into the World Womb Membrane, that unmatched Great Dao force field crushed them apart. Their bodies and Primordial Spirits were both annihilated, not even a wisp of True Spirit remaining.

With a single declaration of his sermon, Hongjun had stirred all beings of the Primordial World. Yet those truly qualified to enter this grand gathering were, in the end, as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Watching cultivators perish one after another within the World Womb Membrane, the remaining Primordial Unity Golden Immortals and Golden Immortal Realm cultivators finally calmed down, no matter how feverish their hearts had been, and departed with sighs.

To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening would be enough. But to die in vain before even catching a glimpse of the Dao's shadow was meaningless.

After the crowd dispersed, only a yellow-furred monkey standing four feet tall remained at the summit of the starry sky, scratching his ears and cheeks, unable to sit or stand still.

This monkey had six ears. He was the Six-Eared Macaque, one of the Four Monkeys of Chaos formed when the True Spirit of the fallen Chaos Demon Ape split into four.

He possessed extraordinary gifts. Skilled in listening, knowing what came before and after, understanding all things—despite having only Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, he had still glimpsed this opportunity of eternity.

His eyes rolled, and he quietly pressed his six ears close to the World Womb Membrane. Holding his breath and focusing his mind, he actually intended to eavesdrop across endless Chaos on the sermon at the Violet Firmament Palace.

Undercurrents surged across the Primordial Lands, alive with excitement. Yet deep in Chaos, an even more astonishing change was already silently brewing.

In the entire Primordial World, aside from Lingxiao and the two women, whom the holy might of the Heavenly Dao had deliberately bypassed, there was one other person who had never bowed or knelt to Hongjun.

It was none other than Yang Mei Ancestor, who had fallen beneath Rahu's Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation during the War of Dao and Demons at the end of the Dragon-Han Calamity.

This reincarnation of the True Spirit of the Spatial Demon God among Chaos's three thousand Demon Gods had the Primordial Hollow Willow as his true body.

The reason he had been able to make a comeback a dozen Yuanhui after his fall, even with a Dao practice surpassing his former self, was that during the War of Dao and Demons, he had only feigned death to escape. Using the Calamity to subtract and seek emptiness, he had brought his own Great Dao to perfection.

In truth, not long after the War of Dao and Demons ended, Yang Mei Ancestor's Dao Fruit had returned to its rightful place. Before Hongjun, he had already attained the Primordial Dao Fruit.

But unlike Hongjun, who merged with the Heavenly Dao and attained the Heavenly Dao Sage realm, this one had taken the Spatial Dao to its ultimate extreme.

Using his Hollow Willow true body, he created heaven and earth and forged a perfected inner world. Breaking free of the cage, he became an unfettered Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Though a Heavenly Dao Sage bore the status of a Saint, their Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, undying and indestructible, when it came to the foundation of the Great Dao, the two stood in the same Primordial Unity realm. Neither was above the other.

Hongjun's attainment of sainthood this time, his vast holy might sweeping through Chaos, naturally disturbed this reclusive old acquaintance.

Seeing that the Primordial World had finally produced a second person to attain the Primordial Unity Dao, Yang Mei Ancestor could not help but itch to test his hand upon seeing worthy prey.

With a flicker of his body, he silently slipped out of the Primordial World. Following the source of that holy might, he headed straight for the Violet Firmament Palace deep within Chaos.

Today, he would have a proper bout with this newly ascended Heavenly Dao Sage and verify each other's Primordial Dao Fruits!