The Jie Sect was a faction led by Cult Leader Tongtian, and the strongest of the three great sects.
It enjoyed the reputation of "teaching all without discrimination, with ten thousand immortals coming to pay court."
But in Mu Chen's view,
the place where they paid court might well have been Biyou Palace on Penglai Island, which Cult Leader Tongtian had used when founding the Jie Sect and preaching the Dao.
At that moment,
as Cult Leader Tongtian issued his command,
countless living beings waited outside the island, packed together in a dense throng.
Strange and bizarre, they came in every shape and form.
But without exception, these beings of the Primordial World all possessed formidable cultivation.
Daoist Duobao walked out from the immortal island.
He spoke slowly.
"Master will preach the Dao at the great altar on the island in six hours. You may now enjoy the island's scenery, but you must not damage anything at will."
Everyone looked exceptionally respectful.
They all bowed together.
"Yes!"
Daoist Duobao
was one of the Jie Sect's four chief inner disciples.
They dared not show him any disrespect.
Standing among the crowd, Mu Chen also made a show of bowing.
Meanwhile, he sized up Daoist Duobao ahead of him out of the corner of his eye.
Damn, this is the future Tathagata? He doesn't look anything like him.
Mu Chen muttered inwardly.
He remembered that when the Jie Sect fell in the future,
Daoist Duobao would be hoodwinked by those two old charlatans, Zhunti and Jieyin, into going west to become Tathagata Buddha.
But perhaps it was still too early to see any sign of that yet.
As Daoist Duobao left,
the beings slowly entered Penglai Immortal Island, admiring the sights all around.
Mu Chen did the same.
The moment he entered, he was like a country bumpkin arriving in the city, clicking his tongue nonstop.
"Damn, this tree looks like an Innate Spirit Treasure!"
"Wait, this fruit looks delicious. Surely sneaking just one wouldn't hurt?"
"Shit, this rock can fucking talk? Who do you think you are, a rock man?"
Mu Chen's eyes had truly been opened.
After all, although Mu Chen was now a lofty Daluo Golden Immortal and the Primordial World's king of lying low,
he really had not encountered much of what the Primordial World had to offer.
When he sent his clones out, he mostly chose remote mountain forests.
So now, it was as though he had arrived in a celestial palace, and his eyes were opened wide.
His behavior immediately drew countless looks of disdain.
A Sage held sway over heaven and earth.
Having come here, they were right under Cult Leader Tongtian's nose.
Naturally, they had to display their extraordinary qualities now.
How could they be as vulgar as common mortals?
Even if an Innate Spirit Treasure were lying on the ground, they would not dare take it without permission.
But Mu Chen did not care in the slightest.
He was not joining the Jie Sect anyway. He was simply here to attend a lecture.
Before long,
Mu Chen arrived beside a small lake and discovered a fruit tree on its shore.
Only one bright red fruit hung from its branches.
Mu Chen's eyes lit up.
He immediately walked over.
"This thing should taste pretty good, right?"
Mu Chen muttered to himself.
But just as his hand touched the fruit, another hand reached over at the same time.
Trying to snatch my stuff?
Mu Chen turned his head in anger.
He saw a middle-aged man with a goatee turn toward him.
The man was looking at him with an equally hostile expression.
Over the countless years of the Primordial World,
many wars that shook the Primordial World had actually begun with a tiny, insignificant incident.
For example,
whether you thought sweet tofu tasted better,
or savory tofu tasted better.
Or, for example,
"What are you looking at?"
Or perhaps,
"You. What about it?"
At that moment,
the man with the goatee bristled with anger.
"What are you looking at?"
When Mu Chen heard that,
Hah.
This temper of mine.
"You. What are you going to do about it?"
The man with the goatee snorted coldly.
"I am Zhao Gongming of Luofu Cave on Mount Emei. And what name do you go by?"