Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 49 Hongjun: Holy crap, someone became a saint before me!

“Go to Hongjun’s side. Just give him some face. As for the Dao that Hongjun talks about, it’s the Dao of Heaven, which is different from the path we take, but it can complement each other. There’s no need to understand it too much,” Yuan Meng said slowly.

“You forge your own path, not let others decide for you. At your level, you should understand what you’re lacking right now,” Yuan Meng said in a deep voice.

"Understood, Your Majesty." King Wan Gu nodded earnestly.

Afterwards, King Wan Gu returned to the ancestral city of the ferocious beast clan and began to gather the other ten kings to prepare for Hongjun's sermon thirty thousand years later.

Yuan Meng's considerations were very simple.

The Ten Kings of Ferocious Beasts and the Ten Sub-Saints represent the goodwill of the Ferocious Beast race.

Since you, Hongjun, have become a saint, I have already given you plenty of face.

Yuan Meng believed that Hong Jun also understood Yuan Meng's thoughts.

Moreover, Hongjun knew of Yuanmeng's existence the moment he became a saint. Yuanmeng was a being of the same realm as him, and even became a saint earlier than him.

If Yuanmeng goes by himself, it's not a good thing. You have to understand that this is Hongjun preaching, and Hongjun is the main character. What would you do if you went?
Is it disrespecting Hongjun or slapping him in the face?
That's why Yuanmeng chose not to go.

Similarly, the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan all sent one of their own Quasi-Sages to Zixiao Palace, which can be considered as giving Hongjun face.

As for Zulong, Yuanhuang, and Shiqilin not going, they also had their own plans.

They didn't consider themselves inferior to Hongjun; after all, they were of the same generation, and a breakthrough was only a matter of time. Sending someone there already made their stance clear.

Moreover, it would be awkward to go there, since apart from Hongjun, even the Three Pure Ones are considered to be their backers.

Should we sit together with the person behind us? Squeeze in together to listen to Hongjun preach?

Even the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin couldn't bring themselves to do this. Although they hadn't yet become saints, they didn't need to go to such lengths.

The most important reason is that Zulong and others followed the Great Dao, while Hongjun followed the Great Dao, which is a fundamental difference.

That is why Zu Long and the other two made the same choice as Yuan Meng.

Time goes by.

Thirty thousand years have passed.

For the creatures of the primordial world, nothing was more important than listening to a sage preach.

Chaos churned and countless purple lights flashed within it.

A Taoist palace floated in the chaos, with a pair of golden boys and jade maidens at the entrance, who would later become the famous Jade Emperor and Queen Mother.

Right now, they are just Daoist disciples under Hongjun.

Who would have thought that these two young Taoist disciples would later become the ruler of the Heavenly Court and the head of the female immortals?

Amidst the ever-churning chaos.

The timeframe of 30,000 years is approaching.

The Three Pure Ones naturally arrived at Zixiao Palace.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian are all currently at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. The reason why their strength has improved so slowly is largely because the Three Pure Ones have never traveled in the prehistoric world since their birth.

It's already quite an achievement to reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal level through secluded cultivation.

The Three Pure Ones arrived at the entrance of Zixiao Palace, looked at Haotian Yaochi and the two Daoist disciples, and then went directly into Zixiao Palace.

Apart from a futon on the high platform, there are only six futons in front of Zixiao Palace.

The Three Pure Ones unceremoniously sat down, occupying all three prayer cushions.

Then a noise came from outside the door, and three men and one woman appeared outside.

One of them was Hongyun, a kind-hearted man with a rosy complexion who always smiled at everyone. He was also the biggest sucker and unlucky guy in the prehistoric world.

The other one had an endless gloom on his face; he was the first Kunpeng in the primordial world!
Kunpeng, the demon master of later generations.

The other two.

The man was refined and elegant, with a smile on his handsome face.

The woman's eyes held curiosity, while her stunningly beautiful face exuded a cold elegance.

Fuxi, Nuwa!!

The four of them walked into the Zixiao Palace together and looked at the remaining three seats.

Fuxi's eyes held a strange glint. He and Nuwa were both at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, Hongyun was at the middle stage of the Great Luo realm, and Kunpeng was the same.

With this in mind, Fuxi made a decision.

He led Nuwa directly to the fourth futon. Nuwa wanted to give it to Fuxi, but Fuxi shook his head and didn't say anything. He just stood behind Fuxi.

Seeing Fuxi's appearance.

Kunpeng and Hongyun didn't say anything.

Hongyun sat directly on the fifth futon, and Kunpeng then sat on the last futon.

"This humble Taoist is Tongtian. I have met you fellow Taoists." Tongtian said to Nuwa, Fuxi, Hongyun and others beside him.

"Nuwa, Fuxi greets fellow Daoist." Fuxi replied with a hearty smile.

As time passed, Fuxi began chatting with Tongtian in the Zixiao Palace.

Laozi sat calmly on the first futon. Yuanshi was somewhat displeased that Tongtian was talking to others beside him, but nothing much happened.

Nuwa watched with curiosity as Tongtian talked with his brother.

Hongyun just chuckled to herself, occasionally chiming in with a comment.

Kunpeng sat silently in the last seat, his expression somber.

Soon a sound came from outside Zixiao Palace.

Two golden suns rose from the chaos. One sun had an ancient bell atop its head, while the other had two books floating above it. They then transformed into human form and appeared at the entrance of Zixiao Palace. Di Jun, Taiyi!!!

Just as the two arrived.

A woman in palace attire walked through the chaos without any protection. Despite being only a Great Luo Immortal, she showed no fear of the chaos's erosion as she approached the Purple Cloud Palace.

It should be noted that most Great Luo Immortals would choose to protect themselves with spiritual treasures when faced with such a dangerous chaos, but this woman in palace attire moved as if she were walking leisurely in a courtyard.

She is Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Originally, the Wu tribe didn't want to come, but Houtu thought about it and came anyway, after all, it was a place of great importance between heaven and earth.
The first saint should still be given the respect due.

Although she couldn't understand it, it didn't stop Houtu from coming here.

The three of them stepped into the main hall at the same time.

Looking at the people who had already arrived inside.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, but then they didn't care and simply found a place to sit down.

As time went by, more and more people came to Zixiao Palace.

Among them were Randeng and Zhen Yuanzi, who were famous supernatural beings in later generations.

Hongjun's figure appeared on the high platform.

Just as Haotian and Yaochi were about to close the gates of Zixiao Palace.

The chaos churned, and two tattered figures emerged from it, appearing before the gates of Zixiao Palace before entering.

Looking at the people who had already arrived at Zixiao Palace, Jieyin and Zhunti!

Both of them wore bitter expressions, but the one who led the way looked even more bitter.

"Senior brother, we're late. It's pitiful that we've traveled countless miles from the Western Lands to get here, only to find that we don't even have a place to sit. We might as well just smash our heads against this hall and die." With that, Zhunti prepared to crash into a pillar in the Zixiao Palace.

The other powerful individuals all twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Even if you're both top-tier players, if you can die here, then top-tier players are worthless.

At this moment, someone stepped forward; it was none other than Hongyun, the kind-hearted man.
The unluckiest one.

“Fellow Daoist, why bother? Come and sit down,” Hongyun said to Zhunti.

Zhunti's eyes lit up and he pulled Jieyin to appear in front of Hongyun, making Jieyin sit down on Hongyun's prayer mat.

Hongyun looked at this scene with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Zhen Yuanzi, standing to the side, felt somewhat helpless. He had been delayed by something, which was why he was late. Looking at Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi didn't know what to say.

However, what happened next completely changed the gods' understanding of shamelessness.

Jieyin sat on the fifth futon. Zhunti glanced at Nuwa, but looking at Fuxi standing behind Nuwa, he finally chose Kunpeng.

“What right do you have to sit here?” Zhunti directly challenged Kunpeng.

Jieyin looked at Kunpeng with a fierce gaze, but said with a bitter expression, "Fellow Daoist, my junior brother and I come from the Western Regions. Please do us a favor."

Kunpeng's face was extremely grim.

Zhunti and Jieyin joined forces to put pressure on Kunpeng.

Tongtian frowned, somewhat disapproving, and prepared to say something.

But Yuanshi spoke first: "What right do those creatures with fur and feathers have to sit with me?"

Kunpeng was stunned for a moment, then was thrown out by Zhunti, who sat down on the last futon.

Kunpeng's face turned grim, and he was just about to launch an attack.

At this moment, Hongjun spoke up: "Silence. From now on, you shall sit in the same seats as before."

After saying this, Hongjun fell silent and took over the position.

Kunpeng's face was extremely grim.

He glared fiercely at Hongyun.

It all started because of the red clouds.

Hongyun was also somewhat at a loss, but was eventually pulled to sit down next to Zhenyuanzi.

"Fellow Daoist, you've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble this time," Zhen Yuanzi said in a low voice.

Hongyun opened her mouth and gave an awkward smile.

Just at this time.

In the chaos outside Zixiao Palace.

A black Qilin, a five-colored Phoenix, and a golden Dragon appeared outside the Zixiao Palace, tearing through the chaos.

The pupils of the gods inside the Purple Cloud Palace contracted.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans!
If that were the case, it wouldn't be enough to surprise these gods so much; they knew the prestige of the three primordial races.

But isn't that a bit too overbearing?

Each of these three beings could easily annihilate all the gods in the Purple Ancient Palace, including the Three Pure Ones.

"Dragon Clan: Ao Mie, on behalf of the Dragon Clan, congratulates Dao Ancestor Hongjun on his attainment of sainthood!!"

"Phoenix Clan: Huang Yin, representing the Phoenix Clan, congratulates Dao Ancestor Hongjun on his attainment of sainthood!!"

"Qilin Clan: Qi Yun, representing the Qilin Clan, congratulates Dao Ancestor Hongjun on his attainment of sainthood!!"

Hongjun opened his eyes, a hint of joy in them: "Good!!"

(End of this chapter)