Above the nine heavens, an old man in a black robe with an unusual, ancient-looking face came striding through the sky. No sharp aura surrounded him; he seemed no different from an elderly neighbor.
Yet with every step, it felt as though the entire Primordial World pressed down upon them, inspiring overwhelming dread.
"We pay our respects to the Dao Ancestor. May the Dao Ancestor enjoy eternal peace!"
As Hongjun descended, the sea cultivators who had been driven back by the auras of the powerful Luo Demon Tribe members hurriedly prostrated themselves, their expressions utterly reverent.
Although they had never had the opportunity to hear the teachings in the Purple Heavens Palace, Hongjun's name thundered in their ears. There was no one who did not know him.
"We pay our respects to our teacher!"
The Great Luo Golden Immortals who had followed Eastern Prince addressed Hongjun as their teacher, and Daochen was no exception.
Hongjun had preached twice, bestowing upon them the kindness of transmitting the Dao. Even though he had never acknowledged them as his disciples, both sentiment and propriety demanded that they respectfully address him as their teacher.
"Teacher..."
Eastern Prince also staggered up from the depths of the sea and bowed to Hongjun from afar.
Although Hongjun had intervened to resolve his crisis, Eastern Prince could not feel the slightest joy.
As the Chief Male Immortal of the Primordial World appointed by Hongjun, he ought to have commanded awe in every direction and received the homage of countless immortals. Instead, he had ended up on the verge of being killed.
How could he possibly bear such humiliation?
Put simply, there was only one word for it.
Disgraceful!!
After giving Eastern Prince a brief glance, Hongjun nodded slightly and said nothing more. He turned to the four motionless