The Elusive Zixiao Palace

After deliberating for a long time, Shen Fei suddenly thought of a possibility. Since he had successfully taken form, he did not believe Hongjun could have failed to notice his Shaping Tribulation.

Why hadn't Hongjun made a move against me?

Shen Fei stroked his chin. Something was off.

To be honest, when he had taken form, he had been terrified. What worried him was not the transformation itself, but how Hongjun would deal with him if he had reversed his fate.

Now, however, he realized—

Hongjun seemed not to care about him at all.

Shen Fei frowned, his fingers constantly calculating. Though he was not proficient in the Dao of heavenly secrets, now that he had reached the Taiyi Realm, he could still grasp the basics.

"Great God Pangu's protection."

Soon, Spiritual Light flickered in Shen Fei's eyes as he murmured to himself.

It was not that Hongjun did not want to attack him, but that he could not. As the first turtle of the Primordial Heaven and Earth, Shen Fei possessed a noble Innate Origin. In the Primordial Heaven and Earth, the rank of one's Origin represented how close one was to Great God Pangu, the creator of this world.

Thus, the nobler one's Origin was, the more one aligned with Heaven and Earth.

And the easier it was to comprehend the laws of Heaven and Earth and attain enlightenment.

Reflected in cultivators, that meant higher talent!

For some with noble Origins, even the current Hongjun would not dare slaughter them recklessly. From the looks of it, Hongjun's path was to merge himself with the Heavenly Dao, yet Heaven and Earth had been created by Pangu.

If he slaughtered those with noble Innate Origins indiscriminately, his Fortune would surely suffer greatly. Moreover, it would create ill consequences between him and the Primordial Heaven and Earth, hindering his fusion with the Heavenly Dao.

"Hongjun..."

Among the many Primordial Novels Shen Fei had read in his Past Life, Hongjun had continuously advanced great tribulations in order to erase Great God Pangu's imprint from the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

After the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation ended, even Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's most conspicuous mark upon the Primordial Heaven and Earth, had broken.

And it was not as though the limbs of a Primordial Giant Turtle had to be used to support Heaven. With the methods of so many Saints, how could they possibly lack a way to refine something capable of holding up Heaven?

It was simply a matter of using the great tribulation to eliminate him, one of the oldest Innate Beings, and then erase Pangu's imprint from the Primordial Heaven and Earth.

Since that was the case, he no longer needed to fear anything. At least, he did not need to fear anything before the third time!

Shen Fei, with the Twelve Sea-Calming Pearls above his head, assumed his original form and swam through Chaos.

The Demon Court had yet to be established, so it was still relatively easy to travel from the Primordial Heaven and Earth into Chaos. After arriving in Chaos, he closed his eyes and sensed the location of Zixiao Palace.

He could not sense a thing. Even through divination, he discovered nothing whatsoever.

Zixiao Palace had a true name of its own.

So long as one received permission, one merely had to silently recite that true name, and a direction would naturally guide them. Though Chaos was unpredictable and space constantly shifted, with guidance, anyone possessing a little fortune, Origin, and cultivation would count as one fated to enter.

Yet he had searched for more than ten years and found nothing. The erosion of Chaos Power had even forced him to assume his original form in order to continue onward.

Even after silently reciting its name, he could not find it. Shen Fei returned to the edge of the Heaven and Earth Membrane, glanced back, and spat. "Pah!"

He had figured it out.

Those supposedly fated to enter were simply the people Hongjun had chosen. Though Hongjun could not kill him, he could limit the rate at which Shen Fei grew stronger.

"Forget it. If I can't listen, then I can't listen! If I did listen, I'd only form karmic ties."

Hongjun's sermon was not an act of kindness. The Three Pure Ones, originally Pangu Orthodox and among the most ancient in terms of Origin, had become Hongjun's disciples and were innately a head shorter than him.

The Karmic Force caused by the Dao-Demon Tribulation was repaid by taking Zhunti and the other as disciples. By taking Nuwa as a disciple, he enabled the Human Race to become a vessel for Xuanmen teachings, allowing his path to extend without end...

Hongjun truly deserved to be called a pure seeker of the Dao. It was simply that he used the entire Primordial Heaven and Earth as fuel for his path.

The thought that Hongjun might become his enemy in the future made Shen Fei's scalp tingle. The main problem was that one step ahead meant staying steps ahead.

If he had awakened to himself during the Ferocious Beast Tribulation, he might truly have been able to compete for the position of Dao Ancestor.

But now, he was done for!

"I can only rely on the Chat Group and my comprehension. Swallowed Star and Perfect World both have methods no weaker than those of Saints. I'll do my best to help them grow, then get my hands on those Cultivation Methods."

Shen Fei entered the Primordial Heaven and Earth and returned to the North Sea. Many of the powerful auras that had originally existed there had vanished. Even that bastard Kunpeng was nowhere to be seen.

There was no need to say it—the classic Zixiao Palace spectacle of Hongyun giving up his seat, followed by Kunpeng taking on the karmic ties of becoming a Saint, had originally been quite a show.

It could be said that every transmigrator in a Primordial Novel had to experience it at least once. Yet here he was.

He had not even gotten a ticket in.

Still, this at least confirmed that Hongjun truly bore him no goodwill. For now, Hongjun was likely only unable to kill him because of Pangu.

Shen Fei returned above the North Sea, with no mood to go back and cultivate.

"Fellow Daoist Guiyuan's visit to our Dragon Palace truly brings glory to this humble place!"

Guangze, who had been cultivating, suddenly received word that Shen Fei had come to visit. He promptly stopped cultivating and hurried out.

Shen Fei was seated, while the Turtle Prime Minister respectfully attended him at his side.

Guangze did not find this improper in the slightest. In fact, he was delighted, as it meant he could establish some connection with him.

The Dragon Clan had long since ceased to be as powerful as it had been during the Dragon-Phoenix-Han Tribulation.

The more great cultivators they befriended, the better.

Not to mention that Shen Fei was likely one of the most ancient Innate Divine Beings.

Having roamed the North Sea for many years, Guangze had long known of him. He had even calculated the heavenly secrets and naturally obtained the same result as Kunpeng.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Clan and Turtle Clan had always been on good terms.

Who would have thought that Fellow Daoist Guiyuan had encountered some unknown opportunity, broken free of his muddleheaded state, and successfully taken form?

He was only somewhat puzzled as to why Shen Fei had come here. After all, it was a Saint's Sermon.

"Fellow Daoist Guiyuan, aren't you going to listen to the Dao of the Saint? Why come sit in my humble palace instead?"

"I went, but I couldn't find it." Shen Fei drank the Jade Nectar and told Guangze how he had searched through Chaos for decades, only to find nothing.

Guangze sighed. "There's nothing to be done. Such is the might of a Saint. To be honest, my eldest brother also went into Chaos, but he could not find it either.

"Those supposedly fated to enter are merely people chosen by that one. Our Three Clans definitely have no hope.

"Still, I did not expect that you, Fellow Daoist, would have no hope either. I fear it has something to do with... the fate you bear."

Though he could not calculate precisely what fate Shen Fei bore, he had certainly made some guesses.

Otherwise, given Shen Fei's Origin, it was unlikely that he would be unable to find Zixiao Palace.

"Forget it. If I gain it, it is my fortune; if I lose it, it is my fate."

"You truly take things in stride, Fellow Daoist."

Seeing that Shen Fei truly did not seem overly concerned, Guangze could not help but marvel at his breadth of mind. That was a Saint's Sermon! Merely hearing it would be a heaven-shaking opportunity!

"I came this time for two reasons. First, to visit the Dragon King. Second, to ask the North Sea Dragon King for a favor."

"Please, speak freely."

Guangze did not find it offensive. Instead, he felt that he had finally been given a chance to form a good connection.

"I want to take a look at the North Sea Eye."

"The North Sea Eye?"

Guangze frowned.