Meng Chuan looked at the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body, his expression inscrutable.
Hongjun, huh? That wasn't a name to throw around lightly.
In ways unseen, it could saddle someone with karma.
Hongjun Dao Ancestor represented a figure who, in tales of uncertain truth, was said to be the teacher of Primordial Saints such as the Three Pure Ones.
The true ancestor of the Great Dao—virtually every Great Power of any standing had come from under this Dao Ancestor's wing.
The founder of the Immortal Dao, the ancestor of the Daoist Sect.
The three thousand guests of the Purple Cloud Palace—surely the most elite private training class imaginable.
Of course, Meng Chuan could not tell how much of the lore surrounding this Dao Ancestor was true. All he had to go on was hearsay.
For one thing, he could hardly believe that figures as great as the Three Pure Ones would take anyone as their teacher.
Such beings were divine from birth, existing at the level of the Great Dao from the moment they came into the world.
Born knowing the Dao, understanding it and attaining it, they had neither reason nor possibility to bow to another as a teacher and assume the role of disciples.
It would be like Meng Chuan suddenly taking another Quasi-Immortal Emperor as his teacher. Almost impossible.
But there was no wave without wind. For such rumors to exist, Meng Chuan figured something must have happened.
Otherwise, why weren't there tales of the Three Pure Ones studying under the Buddha Mother, an ancient Buddha, or the Wa Empress?
Behind these rumors, half true and half false and shrouded in mist, there had to be a profound struggle. If it came to light, it might turn heaven and earth upside down.
The forces involved were bound to