Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

Chapter 7 Zixiao Palace

"The physical body of the late Daluo Golden Immortal is only one step away from the peak!" Bai Jing said excitedly after feeling the condition of his body.

In fact, a drop of Dijiang's blood, plus a large pool of blood in the blood pool, is enough to create a great wizard. Bai Jing is equivalent to directly absorbing the physical essence of a great wizard, so it is reasonable that his physical strength will be greatly improved.

"It's time to go out and go to Zixiao Palace!" After saying that, Bai Jing stood up, stretched, then pushed the door and walked out.

As Bai Jing came out of the customs, the first thing that caught his eye was a vast corn field that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Bai Jing swept his spiritual sense and found that the millets planted at the foot of Mount Buzhou were all of medium-grade acquired spiritual roots or above. The closer to the center, the higher the grade of the millets. The hundreds of millets in the middle were all of the best-grade acquired spiritual roots.

However, the innate spiritual root millet is not planted here.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, how are the millets growing?" As he spoke, a yellowish-brown light flashed, and Hou Tu's figure appeared in front of Bai Jing.

"Very good. How many millets with the highest grade spiritual roots have been cultivated by Daoist Hou Tu's Wu Clan in the past ten thousand years?"

“There are almost 10 million of them.”

“That’s more than I expected!”

Hou Tu smiled and said, "We have distributed all the high-quality millet from the Houtian world to the Wu tribe outside Mount Buzhou. The millet here in Mount Buzhou is all above the middle-quality Houtian world.

We use these millets to continuously cultivate millets of the highest quality spiritual roots in the world, and then send them to the tribesmen outside Mount Buzhou. At the same time, we help these tribesmen grow millets, and because of this, our Wu tribe has also gained a lot of merit from the Heavenly Dao."

Bai Jing was not surprised to hear this. Reclaiming farmland and planting corn was already agricultural production, so it was normal for the Heavenly Dao to give rewards.

"In the past ten thousand years, have there been any conflicts between the witch tribe and the demon tribe?"

Hou Tu sighed and said, "There are no major conflicts, at least neither side has openly declared war on the other, but there are still minor frictions.

Especially after our witch clan began to shelter some weak races that were looked down upon by the Heavenly Court, for some reason some monsters that had originally joined the Heavenly Court also came to us to seek shelter.

As for these races, as long as they are willing to provide some blood food every hundred years, the big brother will accept them all. This has slowed down the expansion of the demon clan's heavenly court a lot.

I heard that Taiyi had some complaints about this, but Dijun seemed to be indifferent. He probably looked down on these races with average strength.

I also think that as long as there is no powerful monster race that breaks away from the monster clan and joins us, there should not be a major conflict between the two sides because of this.

Moreover, with the addition of these races, our Wu tribe can harvest a large amount of blood food in addition to corn, which is enough for our tribe to be self-sufficient and there is no need to go out hunting.

The Wu Clan has suffered less than a thousand casualties in the past ten thousand years. Thanks to Daoist Bai Jing for planning for our Wu Clan, Hou Tu is grateful."

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, you are too polite! I am doing this to repay the karma of the great god Pangu. Besides, the Wu Clan has already given me a thank you gift, and my physical strength has increased significantly because of this."

After hearing Bai Jing's words, Hou Tu noticed that Bai Jing's physical strength had already reached the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.

There was a hint of surprise in Hou Tu's eyes. In ten thousand years, the strength of her physical body had increased from the initial stage of Daluo to the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. This speed of improvement was too fast.

They had mastered various laws of power at the beginning of their birth, and their physical strength was at the level of entering the Daluo realm. After more than a dozen Yuanhui, they had raised their physical strength to the level of the peak of the Daluo Jinxian realm, and only the eldest brother's physical strength reached the level of the Hunyuan Jinxian realm.

Bai Jing has made such great progress in just ten thousand years. It seems that he is a man with great opportunities!

Thinking of this, Hou Tu felt that she should build a good relationship with Bai Jing. She smiled and said, "Daoyou Bai Jing, there are only 5000 years left before the lecture in Zixiao Palace. Shouldn't we set off?"

"It's time to go."

After Hou Tu said something to the ancestor witches, he flew towards the Zixiao Palace, with Bai Jing following closely behind.

The Zixiao Palace is located outside the thirty-three heavens. There are endless chaotic gales and space cracks. Unless one is a Daluo Jinxian, it is impossible to survive there for long and one would be torn into pieces at any time.

Therefore, those who can reach Zixiao Palace are basically all Daluo Jinxian. This is actually a test from Hongjun. If you are not Daluo, you are not qualified to listen to his preaching.

Hongjun would naturally not allow someone like Liu'er who relied on his innate supernatural powers to eavesdrop on lectures, otherwise he would not have said "The Dharma will not be passed on to Liu'er".

Along the way, Bai Jing also saw many powerful Daluo Jinxians, carrying spiritual treasures, passing through strong winds and space cracks to head towards Zixiao Palace.

Hou Tu and Bai Jing both had strong bodies, and they could resist the chaotic gale and space cracks with their bodies alone. They flew upwards for an unknown amount of time before they finally saw a majestic palace filled with purple air and immortal music.

Bai Jing and Hou Tu landed in front of the palace, only to see that the palace gate was closed. There was a plaque hanging above it with three words inscribed on it: Zixiao Palace.

The three words on the plaque alone contain endless Taoist charm, which makes people unable to help but be deeply attracted by it at a glance.

Bai Jing looked around again and found that there were already a few people gathered at the door.

There are three people standing closest to the door. One of them has an innate Taoist body that looks like an old man, holding a pair of crutches. One of them has an innate Taoist body that looks like a middle-aged man, holding a jade ruyi in one hand. The last one has an innate Taoist body that looks like a young man, holding a sword in his hand.

Bai Jing could feel a sense of closeness from the magic weapons in the hands of the three people from a distance. His missing origin was urging him to snatch these three magic weapons.

Bai Jing was sure that as long as he swallowed these three magic weapons, his missing origin would be basically repaired.

But Bai Jing was still very self-aware. The three people in front of him were obviously the famous Three Pure Ones, who were not people he could afford to offend.

At this time, the Three Pure Ones also noticed Bai Jing's gaze.

"Brother, why is this guy always staring at us?" Tongtian asked Laozi through voice transmission.

After some calculations, Laozi said, "He is not staring at us, but at the spiritual treasure in our hands. This person's background should be the incarnation of the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, which is the same root as the 24th-grade Creation Blue Lotus. The spiritual treasure in our hands is the incarnation of the 24th-grade Creation Blue Lotus. He probably has some feelings in his heart!"

"I see."

“The transformation of the Twelve-Rank Pure World White Lotus is a rare and easy one to follow.” Yuanshi said with a hint of appreciation.

While the Three Pure Ones were transmitting sound, Bai Jing had already suppressed his inner throbbing. He then nodded to the three of them as a greeting, and Tongtian smiled back.

(End of this chapter)