Purple Heaven's Teaching Concludes, Enmities Secretly Form

The vast ocean of grand Dao resonance that had filled the hall for three thousand years rapidly receded like the tide, gathering back onto the high platform.

The great hall returned to silence.

The Three Thousand Guests of the Red Dust, immersed in boundless profundity, felt their souls suddenly tremble.

As if awakening from a great dream, they all emerged from their deep enlightenment.

"It's over?"

"Three thousand years... passed so quickly!"

After a brief daze, the hall erupted with gasps and barely restrained cries of delight.

Under the Dao Ancestor's systematic explanation of the Daluo mystic arts, the Daluo foundations of the three thousand great powers of the Primordial World had been completely perfected.

Almost everyone's cultivation and Dao attainments had undergone a transformative leap.

On the cushions in the front row, the auspicious clouds surrounding the Three Pure Ones slowly withdrew into the crowns of their heads.

The mana within the three of them was vast and mighty, while their auras were sharp and abyssal.

They had already reached the pinnacle of the Mid Great Encompassment Golden Immortal realm, even faintly touching upon the threshold of the Daluo pinnacle and ultimate Daluo realm!

Yet after their wild joy subsided, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the other top great powers seated in the front row—

all had a trace of deep confusion and yearning flash through their eyes.

Three thousand years of Daluo Dao teachings had already pushed the path of Daluo Golden Immortals beneath their feet to its absolute limit. The road ahead had ended!

"What realm lies beyond the Daluo Golden Immortal?"

"And how does one cross into the path of the Saint...?"

They looked at one another, their hearts itching with unbearable impatience.

Yet Li Qingxiao, seated steadily in the back, saw everything with perfect clarity.

The first lecture at Purple Heaven Palace established the Daluo Dao foundation of the Primordial World.

Only during the second lecture ten thousand years later would the Dao Ancestor impart the Quasi-Saint method of "severing the three corpses"!

While everyone was still lost over the road ahead, Ancestor Hong Yun on the fifth cushion was positively glowing with health.

His already profound foundation had advanced several steps under the cushion's infusion of Dao resonance, and his entire body radiated the perfected aura of the Mid Great Encompassment Golden Immortal realm.

Hong Yun opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a mouthful of crimson turbid air.

Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, he did not even bother examining his cultivation.

Instead, he solemnly turned around, his gaze falling upon Li Qingxiao, who sat quietly behind him.

Hong Yun clasped his hands and secretly transmitted in a low voice filled with gratitude:

"Fellow Daoist Qingxiao, I will never forget your immense kindness!"

"If Fellow Daoist had not struck like thunder to awaken me and hold me back earlier, I would have handed this tremendous opportunity for attaining the Dao over to someone else..."

"I will remember this karmic debt in my heart. Should Fellow Daoist ever have need of me, even if I must climb mountains of blades or cross seas of fire, I will never refuse!"

Every word came from the depths of his heart.

Though Hong Yun was kind by nature, he was not foolish.

After undergoing the baptism of these three thousand years of Dao teachings,

he had deeply realized just how weighty Li Qingxiao's words—"What you were giving up was not a good affinity, but a death tribulation"—truly were.

This was a genuine life-saving kindness and a favor that enabled him to attain the Dao!

Hearing this, Li Qingxiao slowly opened his eyes.

The dazzling divine radiance of the White Lotus deep within his eyes flashed and vanished. The surging mana of his mid-Daluo realm had already been completely restrained within his body.

He appeared increasingly plain and unadorned, having returned to his original simplicity.

Faced with such an enormous promise of gratitude from Hong Yun, Li Qingxiao merely smiled and calmly transmitted back:

"You overstate it, Fellow Daoist. This was your own opportunity and fortune. I merely followed the course of events and gave you a hand."

Seeing that Li Qingxiao remained neither arrogant nor impetuous after bestowing such a great favor,

Hong Yun's opinion of him rose once more, and he secretly regarded him as the most worthy life-and-death friend in the Primordial World.

On the other side of the great hall, however, the atmosphere was somewhat cold and gloomy.

Zhunti turned his head and exchanged a glance with Jieyin, who stood nearby.

Although Zhunti had secured a cushion, his restless state of mind had prevented him from gaining as much as he had hoped.

Jieyin had made progress as well, but the disappointment of having no seat and the gap in their foundations

still left the two brothers with indescribably bitter expressions.

Behind them, Ancestor Kunpeng desperately suppressed the old injuries within his body.

His sinister, venomous eyes swept madly between Hong Yun and Li Qingxiao.

That resentment and killing intent, nearly solid enough to take form, flashed through the hall.

"Hong Yun, and that white-robed bastard... You ruined my chance to become a Saint. If I do not skin you and tear out your bones, I swear I am no Kunpeng!"

Kunpeng roared madly in his heart, his claws digging deeply into the flesh of his palms.

Li Qingxiao naturally sensed Kunpeng's killing intent with perfect clarity, yet he could not even be bothered to raise an eyelid.

He merely sat there calmly, watching the situation unfold with cold detachment.

Just as everyone harbored their own thoughts, Dao Ancestor Hongjun on the high platform slowly raised his eyelids.

Those Heavenly Dao eyes, devoid of all mortal emotion, indifferently swept across the three thousand great powers below.

With a single glance, the previously restless hall fell utterly silent. Everyone held their breath, focused their minds, and respectfully bowed.

Hongjun's whisk rested lightly against his arm as his Dao voice, devoid of all worldly air, echoed through the hall:

"The three-thousand-year period has ended. The first lecture on the Dao is complete."

"Now that the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation has only recently subsided, the Primordial World lies in ruins awaiting renewal. The Myriad Races stand scattered and disorderly, disputes arise everywhere, and slaughter never ceases."

At this point, the Dao Ancestor paused slightly and lowered his gaze.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, a leader of the immortals must be established to govern the immortals of the Primordial World on behalf of Heaven, order yin and yang, and maintain the balance of heaven and earth."

"Boom!"

The moment those words fell, the tranquil hall was like a massive boulder had been dropped into it, instantly stirring an enormous uproar!

To govern the immortals on behalf of Heaven?

To establish a leader of the immortals?!

What did that represent?

It represented the supreme authority of the Primordial World personally conferred by the Dao Ancestor!

It represented orthodox legitimacy and boundless Heavenly Dao fortune!

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, seated below, suddenly erupted with blazing ambition and domineering imperial might in their eyes!

Di Jun straightened his back, staring intensely at the high platform.

In his view, the two brothers were supreme divine beings born from the Solar Star.

They innately wielded Solar True Fire, held the River Chart and Luo Writing as well as the innate supreme treasure Chaos Bell, and had gathered countless Yao under their command.

When it came to ruling the immortals and harmonizing yin and yang, throughout the entirety of Purple Heaven Palace,

who besides him, the Yao Emperor, possessed such qualifications?!

Taiyi's lips curved upward slightly, Solar True Fire faintly dancing around his body.

He was confident that the position of Chief of the Male Immortals was already within the Yao's grasp.

However, on the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's indifferent eyes

did not even glance at Di Jun and Taiyi in the front.

His gaze traced a calm arc through the void.

It passed directly over the Three Pure Ones, over the Yao Emperor, and over the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the end, it settled upon an extremely remote corner of the great hall.

There sat two independent cultivators, one man and one woman.

The man was handsome as carved jade, dressed in a pure yang Daoist robe, with the purest innate pure yang aura surrounding him.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, dignified and noble, with a graceful figure that radiated the most refined innate pure yin aura.

They were none other than Dong Wang Gong and the Queen Mother of the West!