Second Lecture at Purple Heaven Palace: The Path of the Quasi-Saint

Zhen Yuanzi was utterly shocked.

Such astonishing cultivation speed was simply unheard of.

He could not help but regard Li Qingxiao with even greater respect and admiration.

The three traveled together through the chaos and arrived at the white jade plaza before Purple Heaven Palace.

The gods had already gathered.

The moment Li Qingxiao stepped onto the plaza, two exceedingly gloomy gazes locked onto him.

They belonged to Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The Immortal Court treasury had vanished without a trace, and even the Dragon-Headed Cane had been snatched away by a mysterious person.

The two demon emperors were no fools.

The first person they suspected was this mysterious young man with unfathomably strange methods.

However, after Di Jun secretly deduced the matter, Li Qingxiao's heavenly secrets were completely blank.

There was not the slightest remnant of pure yang aura, and all karma had long since been thoroughly cleansed by the World-Cleansing White Lotus.

With no evidence, and with this place being a Saint's sacred ground,

Di Jun did not dare cause trouble rashly. He could only force down the killing intent in his heart, let out a cold snort, and turn away with a sweep of his sleeve.

On the other side of the plaza,

Ancestor Kunpeng had barely suppressed the injuries Li Qingxiao had inflicted upon him earlier using a secret technique.

The moment he saw Hong Yun and Li Qingxiao, boundless resentment and venom burst from his eyes uncontrollably.

Li Qingxiao seemed to sense it and turned his head slightly.

A sharp flash of World-Cleansing Divine Radiance passed through his deep eyes.

With that single glance,

Kunpeng felt a stabbing pain deep within his primordial spirit.

The terror of having his chest pierced through by the World-Cleansing Divine Light surged into his heart at once.

His Dao heart trembled violently. Gritting his teeth in humiliation, he forcibly shifted his gaze away and retreated to the edge of the crowd.

This scene fell into the eyes of many observant people, further elevating Li Qingxiao's prestige.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxiao, I trust you have been well!"

The Three Pure Ones arrived.

Tongtian stood with a sword on his back and took the initiative to step forward, greeting Li Qingxiao cheerfully.

Nuwa and Fuxi also approached with smiles and offered slight salutes.

In the distance, Ancestral Witch Houtu represented the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

She nodded toward Li Qingxiao from afar, her eyes filled with undisguised reverence.

At that moment, Li Qingxiao's transcendent standing among the Primordial World's foremost great powers was fully displayed.

Unlike his harmonious relations with the eastern great powers, the Western Two Sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, entered the plaza with miserable expressions.

Although Zhunti had seized the sixth Purple-Gold Futon, Jieyin still had no seat.

The two knew full well that the West's foundation was far inferior to that of the East.

Zhunti stared fixedly across the hall, and his gaze eventually settled on Hong Yun, owner of the fifth Purple-Gold Futon, and Li Qingxiao behind him.

His heart was filled with wariness and deep calculations toward this white-robed Daoist who had once stolen the West's opportunity and ruined his senior brother's seat.

"Buzz—"

The sound of the Great Dao rang out once more.

The massive ancient bronze gates of Purple Heaven Palace swung open with a thunderous boom.

The Three Thousand Guests of the Red Dust filed inside, each taking their place.

Below the high platform in the great hall, six Purple-Gold Futons shone with boundless radiance.

Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Hong Yun, and Zhunti took their seats in turn, their fortunes soaring like rainbows.

Directly behind Hong Yun on the fifth futon, Li Qingxiao wore a moon-white Daoist robe.

His bearing was solemn as he sat steadily in the foremost central position.

Zhen Yuanzi sat to his left with the Earth Book in hand, while Fuxi stood guard at Nuwa's side.

He could survey the entire hall when retreating and influence the greater situation when advancing, remaining detached from all else.

Above the high platform, nine-colored auspicious clouds gathered.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure manifested from the void.

The vast heavenly might of a Saint spread outward like a tide, instantly suppressing all heavens and worlds.

Inside the hall, not a sound could be heard.

Purple Heaven Palace's second lecture, directly expounding the Great Dao of Three Corpses Severing for Quasi-Saints beyond the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, officially began!

Within Purple Heaven Palace, laws of the Great Dao intertwined into a dazzling sea of stars.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged upon the cloud platform and slowly spoke:

"Pangu opened the heavens, and creation gave birth to all living beings. Yet a Daluo Golden Immortal has merely begun to comprehend the laws and gained the foundation to leap beyond the river of time."

"Beyond Daluo lies an even greater realm! It is not Sainthood, yet it far surpasses Daluo. Thus, it is named the Quasi-Saint!"

The moment the words "Quasi-Saint" were spoken, the souls of all Three Thousand Guests of the Red Dust in the hall shook violently!

Countless veteran great powers who had been trapped at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm for untold epochs trembled with excitement.

The road ahead had been long, but today, they finally beheld the dawn!

Hongjun lowered his gaze and continued explaining the Daoist Sect's supreme secret:

"Heaven and earth have yin and yang, while all beings possess deluded thoughts."

"All those in the Daluo realm are hindered by the seven emotions and six desires. Obsessions bind them, making it difficult to glimpse the path of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal."

"I comprehended the Creation Jade Disc and created the wondrous method of Three Corpses Severing."

"The three corpses are the Good Corpse, the Evil Corpse, and the Obsession Corpse!"

"With great perseverance and great wisdom, one strips away all goodness, evil, and obsessions from one's heart, severing them into three great incarnations."

"Sever one corpse, and one becomes an Early Quasi-Saint. Sever two corpses, and one becomes a Mid-Stage Quasi-Saint. If all three corpses are severed, one ascends to the Peak Quasi-Saint!"

"When the opportunity arrives, the three corpses merge as one. By borrowing the merit of the Heavenly Dao, one may comprehend the Heavenly Dao, attain the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm, and become a Saint who remains unblemished through ten thousand calamities!"

The blueprint of the Great Dao laid out by the Dao Ancestor instantly drove the atmosphere in Purple Heaven Palace to a fever pitch.

Sever the three corpses, and one could become a Saint!

However, before the wild joy in the immortals' hearts could spread, Hongjun publicly revealed the cruelest key point:

"However, the method of severing corpses cannot be achieved from nothing."

"The three corpses are illusory and require innate objects to bear their manifested forms."

"The objects used to house the three corpses are usually Innate Spirit Treasures or Supreme Merit Treasures."

"The higher an Spirit Treasure's quality, the greater the mana of the severed incarnation and the more profound its divine abilities."

"If one severs a corpse using a Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, that incarnation will possess the heaven-reaching might of a supreme-grade treasure."

"If one uses an ordinary low-grade Spirit Treasure to sever a corpse, not only will the incarnation be weak, but the chances of merging the three corpses and attaining Sainthood in the future will be as faint as a speck of dust!"

The moment these words were spoken, the immortals in the hall were deeply shaken.

The myriad states of living beings revealed themselves, and wealth and poverty were instantly laid bare.

When Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi heard this, proud delight instantly erupted in their eyes.

Di Jun possessed the accompanying supreme-grade treasure, the River Chart and Luo Writing, while Taiyi had the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, above his head.

In terms of Spirit Treasure foundations, they were confident that they lost to no one.

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the other's ambition.

In contrast, the vast majority of independent cultivators at the back of the hall were ashen-faced.

In the cruel Primordial World, an ordinary cultivator would already be incredibly fortunate to obtain a mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasure for protection.

As for the exceedingly rare Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures,

there were not many to be found in the entire Primordial World.

Without a top-grade Spirit Treasure to serve as a vessel, would that not mean that from the moment they embarked upon the path of Three Corpses Severing,

they had already been fated for the tragic destiny of never attaining the Dao?!

At that moment, they deeply felt the Heavenly Dao's cruelty. The gulf of opportunity was like an uncrossable heavenly chasm.

Zhunti, seated on the sixth futon, and Jieyin, standing beside him, looked even more miserable.

The western lands were barren beyond measure, their spiritual veins withered, and Innate Spirit Treasures were especially scarce.

They knew that if they followed the orthodox path of Three Corpses Severing,

the West simply could not produce enough Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures to house the three corpses.

In despair, Jieyin silently closed his eyes.