Primordial World's Shocked Populace

The two successive enlightenment phenomena that erupted from Mount Sumeru in the West struck like twin thunderbolts, slamming hard into the hearts of every great power in the Primordial World—especially the Three Pure Ones on Kunlun Mountain.

When Jieyin and Zhunti's grand vows to establish a sect and become sages resounded across the Primordial World as a Dao sound, drawing boundless merit, the atmosphere within Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain had already condensed to an extreme point of tension.

Laozi the Saint's face was expressionless, but the Taiqing Immortal Light around him, originally perfectly rounded and effortless, now rippled violently like a lake surface struck by a thrown stone. The whisk in his hand clenched unconsciously, revealing that his inner state was far from the calm he showed outwardly.

"Establishing a sect... merit... vows..." he murmured to himself, his clear eyes rapidly deducing. "So this is how the Primordial Violet Qi bestowed by the Teacher can be used."

Lord of the Heavens was first shocked, then a fierce unwillingness and battle intent burst from his eyes. "Well done, Jieyin and Zhunti! To think they could devise the Method of Establishing a Sect and Making Vows! I underestimated them. But this method—we can do it too!"

Yet the most violent reaction came from Yuqing Primordial Lord of Heaven, who valued his origins and face above all else!

"Preposterous! Preposterous!" The Primordial Lord of Heaven's face turned iron-gray, veins bulging faintly at his temples as the Yuqing Immortal Light around him surged with violent energy, slicing cracks into the surrounding void. "We are Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's personal disciples! In origins, blessings, and cultivation, in what way do we not surpass those heretical paths from that barren land of the West?!"

He whirled to face Laozi and Lord of the Heavens, his voice choked with uncontrollable fury and jealousy. "What virtue or ability do they possess? They merely begged for Saint Positions from the Teacher with glib tongues, and now they use this... this almost shameless method of making vows to steal Heavenly Dao Merit and force their way to sainthood! It's... utterly shameless!"

He practically ground out the last four words through his teeth. In his heart, the Two Sages of the West's actions were nothing but opportunism—an insult to Pangu's Orthodox Lineage and the Orthodox Xuanmen!

But before his words faded—

Boom!!!

From the direction of Mount Sumeru, the aura of the Heavenly Dao Saint that had just stabilized suddenly surged again, undergoing a fundamental transformation. An even more ancient, transcendent pressure—one that seemed not to belong to this world's Heavenly Dao, the might of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin—descended with overwhelming force!

Jieyin and Zhunti, already Heavenly Dao Saints, had forcibly re-proven themselves as Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Origin!

This time, even Laozi and Lord of the Heavens completely lost their composure!

"What?!" Laozi the Saint shot to his feet, the first time his eternally calm face showed disbelief. "Melting the Saint Position... re-proving the Zenith Heaven? They... how dare they?! How could they?!"

This was entirely beyond their understanding! Proving the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin meant Transcendence from the Heavenly Dao—how difficult was that?! The Two Sages of the West had taken this risky path, yet in truth blazed an unprecedented shortcut? Though perilous, they had succeeded!

Lord of the Heavens was also dumbstruck, muttering after a long pause, "What boldness! What decisiveness! Jieyin and Zhunti—they've hidden themselves deep!"

In his heart, contempt had vanished, replaced by profound shock and a trace of admiration he was unwilling to admit even to himself.

As for Primordial Lord of Heaven, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck him. He stood frozen, his face cycling from green to red, then red to white, finally settling into a twisted, iron-gray mask!

"Zenith... Heaven... Golden... Immortal..." He bit out each word, every syllable seething with towering rage and extreme unwillingness. "Those two... those two Bald Donkeys! Shameless wretches! How dare they?! How can they?!"

He felt his own face—and with it, the glory of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage—ground into the dirt by the Two Sages of the West's successive enlightenments!

The Three Pure Ones, since their Form Transformation, had been the top origins of the Primordial World. They had bowed to the Dao Ancestor, held the foundation of sainthood—the Primordial Violet Qi—and cultivated for countless eons, confident that their Saint Positions were within reach, merely a matter of timing.

But now? Junior Sister Nuwa had become a saint before them—that could still be attributed to the wonder of Creation. Yet Jieyin and Zhunti, these two "heretics" they had more or less looked down upon, had surpassed them from behind! Not only had they become saints, but they had proven themselves twice in a row! Once as a Heavenly Dao Saint, once as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin!

Where were the Three Pure Ones supposed to put their faces?! Where was Pangu's Orthodox Lineage supposed to hang its honor?!

Primordial Lord of Heaven, in particular, had always held himself in the highest regard, valuing face and orthodoxy above all else. At this moment, he felt a stifling rage about to explode in his chest—jealousy, fury, unwillingness, humiliation... All these emotions intertwined, shaking even his Dao heart violently.

"Senior Disciple Brother! We can wait no longer!" Primordial Lord of Heaven whirled to face Laozi, his voice nearly a roar. "Are we to wait until those Bald Donkeys of the West ride over the heads of us Three Pure Ones? Establish a sect! We must establish a sect and become saints immediately!"

Laozi the Saint took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within. His eyes regained their ancient, well-like depth, but the resolve in them was unprecedented. "Second Brother speaks truly. The time has come. We Three Pure Ones shall establish a sect and become saints!"

Lord of the Heavens nodded heavily, the Immortal Slaying Sword Intent soaring into the sky. "Exactly so! Let all beings of the Primordial World know who is the Orthodox Xuanmen!"

On Kunlun Mountain, three utterly resolute, yet restrained, mixed-yuan auras began to rise, stirring the winds and clouds. The Three Pure Ones—these three of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage—after being provoked by the Two Sages of the West, had finally decided to tread the path to sainthood through establishing a sect!

And at this moment, the Primordial World had already boiled over completely due to the Two Sages of the West's heaven-defying feat. Envy, jealousy, shock, reverence, mockery... All gazes turned toward the West. Everyone knew that the heavens of the Primordial World were truly about to change. The era of saints had arrived with a thunderous roar, and the sainthood of the Three Pure Ones was likely imminent!