Dreaming of the Purple Cloud Palace

Scattered attacks were useless; they had to concentrate their strength for a heavy blow.

Feng Sui grew to his maximum size, swung his heavy axe, and delivered a charged strike right at the pig demon's abdomen.

This time, he pierced through the hide and exposed the flesh within. It was just that the creature was too massive to tell what tissue it was.

The others also reacted, rushing to Feng Sui's side to continue enlarging the wound.

A piercing pain came from the pig demon's belly, yet it was powerless to stop them, just like the agony that had been coming from its stomach since a moment ago.

It had to put its full effort into resisting the Dharma Treasure, leaving no extra energy to suppress them.

Inside the pig demon's belly.

Feng Xu brandished the Heaven-Hanging Ruler, hacking wildly all around.

When he was swallowed by the pig demon, he first felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a pungent, foul stench that made him want to vomit.

The magical power on his body was continuously drained by the formless force all around, and his stamina was also consumed at an accelerated rate.

Unable to tell directions inside, Feng Xu took out the Heaven-Hanging Ruler, used his magical power to enlarge it, and turned himself into a seven-zhang giant.

He held the nine-zhang giant ruler and charged straight ahead in the darkness, hacking continuously.

Until his stamina and magical power were completely exhausted, he collapsed in some unknown part and fell unconscious.

A cool breeze swept over, and Feng Xu slowly opened his eyes.

Cushions were neatly arranged all around, and an old man sat cross-legged directly in front.

"How does the little friend feel?"

The old man's expression was warm and kind, giving people a very reassuring feeling.

"Where is this? Wasn't I eaten by the pig demon?"

Looking at the tall palace walls around him, Feng Xu was somewhat at a loss.

Could it be that the pig demon's belly contained a universe of its own?

Impossible, the pig demon was only at the Late Earth Immortal stage, how could it possibly have such an ability.

"This poor Daoist is Hongjun, and this place is my Daoist sanctuary."

"You are Dao Ancestor Hongjun?! Then this is the Purple Cloud Palace?"

"Indeed."

Hongjun nodded slowly, without the slightest bit of Dao Ancestor airs.

"Did you bring me here?"

With the abilities of the Dao Ancestor, getting him out of the pig demon's belly was indeed effortless.

"Yes and no. The reason you came here is that you were chosen by the Great Dao."

After pondering for a moment, Feng Xu suddenly understood.

What he had asked previously was about traveling from the Great Wilderness to the Purple Cloud Palace, but what Hongjun answered was about coming to this world.

"You mean I came to this world because of the Great Dao?"

"Not bad."

Feng Xu looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, hesitating to speak.

What kind of attitude should he use when encountering such a big shot? Wouldn't it be impolite to keep asking the other person questions?

"If the little friend has any doubts in his heart, feel free to ask. This poor Daoist will tell you everything he knows."

The Dao Ancestor was surprisingly quite nice.

Feng Xu straightened his sitting posture and asked respectfully:

"I wonder what reason the Dao Ancestor has for bringing this junior here. If you have any instructions, I am at your command."

If anyone else wanted him to do something, he would still have to assess the situation. But if the Dao Ancestor had tasks to assign, as someone working for the Dao Ancestor, who in the entire Primordial World would dare not give him face?

"This poor Daoist has no tasks to entrust; I merely have a stroke of fortune to bestow upon the little friend."

Feng Xu raised his head. Was this drawing a grand blueprint or genuinely handing out benefits?

"I wonder what kind of fortune this is?"

"Seeing that the little friend has many questions regarding cultivation, you might as well cultivate and gain enlightenment here."

Hongjun stood up, walked to Feng Xu's side, pointed at the main seat, and said:

"There is the Jade Disc of Creation here, which can help people gain enlightenment. Fellow Daoist cultivating here will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The Primordial Treasure Jade Disc of Creation was Hongjun's natal Dharma Treasure, and it was precisely by relying on this treasure that Hongjun comprehended the Dao of the Sage and even merged with the Heavenly Dao.

"I wonder why the senior is helping me?"

Pies did not fall from the sky, and the Dao Ancestor would not casually help people gain enlightenment.

"The little friend should know that there will be the Heavenly, Earth, and Human Daos in this realm, and only when the three Daos complement each other can the world operate normally."

Yet the instinct of the Immortal Dao was to refine the creation of heaven and earth and seek transcendence. Even with the unselfish nature of the Heavenly Dao, it could not be stopped."

Hongjun said a great deal. In short, Hongjun had taught the Dao to three thousand Purple Cloud Palace guests, imparting the method of Immortal Dao cultivation to all living beings.

At the same time, Hongjun, the ancestor of the Immortal Dao, had merged with the Heavenly Dao.

The Immortal Dao would grow increasingly prosperous, while the Heavenly Dao would gradually suppress the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao, especially after the six Sages returned to their positions.

In the short term, the Primordial World would become more stable, but in the long run, it would accelerate its entry into the Infinite Tribulation Cycle.

By then, the entire world would perish. This was neither what Hongjun wished to see nor the result the Great Dao desired.

"Since the six Sages will accelerate the Infinite Tribulation Cycle, why help them attain Sagehood in the first place?"

"Alas, back when the ancestor and the Demon Ancestor fought, I incurred a massive amount of karmic debt. Helping the six Sages attain the Dao is precisely to offset that karma."

Jieyin and Zhunti were the two Western Sages, and helping them was repaying the karmic ties of the West. The Three Pure Ones were the legacy of Pangu, and he ought to support them as well.

Nüwa was an indispensable link in the return of the Human Dao, so naturally she had to be assisted.

"The Great Dao chose me, which is why you want to help me? Then how shall I repay this karmic tie in the future?"

"Little friend may do as you please."

The underlying meaning was that if he wanted to repay it, he could; if he didn't, he wouldn't have to.

Yet who would dare not repay the karmic ties of the Dao Ancestor?

"However, I still have matters to attend to in the Human Race. If I stay here too long, I fear there will be delays."

Feng Xu suddenly thought of the Pig Demon and those clansmen of the Wind-Fire Tribe. Through their time together, he had long since regarded them as family.

"No matter. This is a small world I created. No matter how long little friend cultivates here, only half an incense stick of time will pass outside."

For a Sage to possess such capability was truly marvelous.

"This is the Primordial Violet Qi. If little friend has the affinity, perhaps you can attain Sagehood right here."

Did this mean even a max-level beginner package had been prepared? Were transmigration perks nowadays really this good?

Hongjun departed, leaving Feng Xu to cultivate alone in the grand hall.

Here, the Primordial Pure Qi was dense, augmented by ubiquitous Dao patterns and aided by the Jade Disc of Creation. It was the premier cultivation sanctuary in the Primordial World.

Feng Xu began cultivating the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, his realm soaring rapidly.

The Purple Cloud Palace had no concept of time.

Feng Xu did not know how much time had passed, but his cultivation had reached the True Immortal stage, and the Eight-Nine Mystical Art had achieved the sixth revolution of the physical body and the fifth revolution of the Primordial Spirit.

Subsequent cultivation began to slow down, yet it still progressed steadily without bottlenecks.

Regardless of how long he cultivated, only half an incense stick of time passed outside. Feng Xu was not eager for quick success, taking every step solidly and steadily.

Cultivation had no regard for years. Having broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm, Feng Xu began researching the Primordial Violet Qi.

The Primordial Violet Qi could evolve the Great Dao, serving as a rare method of comprehending the Dao after the primordial Great Dao went into seclusion.

Before comprehending the Dao, one must first know what their Dao was. For Feng Xu at this moment, that point naturally had an answer long ago.

The Dao Feng Xu created was the Martial Dao, a product of combining his memories from his past life with his bitter cultivation in this current one.

Countless more years passed unknown, and the Eight-Nine Mystical Art reached perfection. Feng Xu had attained the Quasi-Sage Peak, and there seemed to be nothing left in the world that perplexed him.

The Witchblood Secret Art had long since been fully dissected and improved, enabling him to rapidly elevate their strength upon returning to the Human Race.

The Alchemy Dao and Artifact-Refining Dao also yielded considerable accomplishments.

Even the Merit Mall, which he once thought was a golden finger, had been refined by Feng Xu into his natal Dharma Treasure—the Seventy-Two Profound Truth Swords.

It precisely corresponded to the seventy-two transformations of the Eight-Nine Mystical Art.

The core of the Merit Mall was a Fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation, a Chaos Treasure. Refining treasures here, aided by the Primordial Treasure Jade Disc of Creation, yielded not only a faster refining speed but also far greater might.

This set of flying swords could evolve all primordial Great Dao from the chaotic era, possessing infinite transformations.

If they were all merged into a single major Dao, their might would be even greater, equivalent to a full-force strike from a Chaos Demon God of the same realm.

Feng Xu looked at the Primordial Violet Qi, with only the final step remaining.

Once he fully refined this strand of violet Qi and bound it with the Human Race's fate, he could attain Sagehood.

"Xu, how are you? Wake up quickly!"

An unfamiliar yet familiar voice reached him.

"Xu, Xu, wash him clean first."

Another voice rang out.

Feng Xu's consciousness suddenly plunged into chaos. When he woke up, he was soaking in ice water.

Looking at the few people around him, he felt momentarily dazed.

"Great, freezing him in water really does wake him up."

A wave of intense cold washed over him, causing Feng Xu to shiver uncontrollably all over.

"Wasn't I already at the Quasi-Sage Peak? How could I feel cold?"

Doubt filled Feng Xu's mind. He sensed his own cultivation realm and found that he was still in the Innate Realm.

Alas!

It turned out to be nothing more than a good dream, and upon waking, he still had to face the cold reality.

He was too cold to even speak.