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Chapter 293 The Sage's Thousand Layers of Schemes, A True Account of the Seat-Grabbing in Zixiao Palace

The expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face changed instantly:

"Brother, that person was quiet for four thousand years, and now he's become a saint?"

His voice trembled slightly: "Do you think our status is going to drop again?"

Lao Tzu stood to the side, nodding solemnly:

What you fear most is what happens.

"But don't worry too much. Your strength is still there, and you can rebuild your cultivation level."

The Master of Heaven didn't speak, but his eyes turned cold.

Dijiang, standing nearby, frowned and asked, "This auspicious omen is even more powerful than the last one. Has the world level risen again?"

Zhu Rong curled her lip: "I think he wants to turn us from Golden Immortals back into mortals."

Gonggong sneered, "If my cultivation level drops again this time, I'll just go home and raise fish."

Despite their constant complaints, no one stopped walking.

After all, they've been through so much along the way.

From falling from a great immortal to a mortal, and then recovering to the realm of a golden immortal, every step has been difficult.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out from the heavens, spreading throughout the entire primordial world!
"This humble Taoist, Luo Jie, attained the Primordial Dao Fruit at Yujing Mountain."

"Those who are destined may enter the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens to listen to the Dao."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly stunning everyone.

Yuanshi Tianzun slipped and nearly tumbled off the cliff: "What? He's not at Jade Capital Mountain?"

Lao Tzu looked completely bewildered: "Then why did we climb so high?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader remained silent for a moment, then slowly uttered a few words: "Four thousand years have passed in vain."

Despite their complaints, they quickly adjusted their mindset and left Yujing Mountain one after another.

Then, one by one, they soared into the air and headed straight for the Purple Cloud Palace, which was located thirty-three days away.

……

Soon, another thousand years passed.

A group of primordial beings set off from Jade Capital Mountain, traversed the thirty-three heavens, entered the chaotic void, and struggled to explore their way forward in the boundless chaos.

Along the way, everyone's strength improved rapidly.

When they finally found the legendary Zixiao Palace, almost everyone had broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

When the group entered Zixiao Palace, they saw seven prayer cushions neatly arranged in the center of the main hall.

The three brothers were the first to arrive.

They broke through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm the fastest, therefore their speed was even greater.

The three exchanged glances, a tacit understanding flashing in their eyes.

Yuanshi Tianzun said in a low voice, "Brother, this futon is definitely not simple."

"Perhaps it was one of the criteria that sage used to accept disciples."

Lao Tzu nodded: "Very likely."

The Master of Heaven didn't say anything, but he rushed forward and took the third spot.

Seeing this, Yuanshi and Laozi didn't stand on ceremony and each took one.

Thus, the first three prayer cushions were taken by the Three Pure Ones.

Immediately afterwards, Nuwa and Fuxi also arrived.

Although they broke through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm a little later, Fuxi was skilled at deducing heavenly secrets and providing precise navigation, so they didn't get lost in the chaos and arrived smoothly.

Upon entering, Nuwa saw that the three brothers, Sanqing, occupied three spots.

She frowned and asked, "Brother, shall we reserve a spot too?"

Fuxi shook his head: "Our strength is slightly weaker, so it's better to be more modest."

He said calmly, "Please sit down. I'm not tired; I can stand."

As he spoke, he gently pulled Nuwa down onto the fourth prayer mat.

At this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kun Peng, and others also arrived at Zixiao Palace one after another.

They fought their way through thorns and brambles, traversed chaotic voids, and dodged storms and turbulent currents, leaving them all covered in dust and tattered clothes.

As soon as they entered, everyone's eyes fell on the remaining three prayer cushions.

That prayer cushion may be small, but it holds great significance. It is the seat in the sacred space of the saint!
As a result, everyone unconsciously quickened their pace.

Just as everyone was about to rush forward, a red light streaked across the sky, accompanied by a burst of joyful laughter.

"Oh my gosh, I'm here!"

Hongyun, accompanied by his good brother Zhen Yuanzi, burst in, getting ahead of everyone else.

As the two flew in, they each swiftly took up a prayer mat, their movements clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

Sorry everyone, first come, first served!

Hongyun said with a smile.

Zhen Yuanzi calmly nodded: "This humble Taoist is just accompanying a friend."

But everyone could see that the moment he sat down, his buttocks were pressed very firmly.

Everyone's faces immediately darkened.

Immediately afterwards, the last prayer mat was about to fall into Dijiang's hands.

Suddenly, Kunpeng revealed its true form. A giant roc swooped down from the sky, flapped its wings, and created a great storm. With a swipe of its claws, it forcefully took over the prayer mat!

He sat on the futon, looking smug: "Hehe, you guys are too slow."

The ancestral witches were so angry they jumped up and down.

Gonggong roared, "This scoundrel is utterly shameless! How dare he cheat and steal a seat in the sacred temple!"

Qiang Liang clenched his fists so tightly they cracked: "Want to fight?"

Xuanming frowned: "This is Zixiao Palace, we cannot act rashly."

Just then, Dijiang stepped forward, solemnly stopping his younger siblings who were itching to do something:
"Do not act rashly."

"This is where the sage preaches. If we offend the sage by fighting over the prayer mats, the consequences could be unimaginable."

Zhu Rong gritted her teeth: "Are we just going to let him take it for free?"

Dijiang said calmly, "A moment of patience brings calm, and a step back opens up a vast sky."

"It's just a mere prayer mat."

"One can hear the word even while standing."

One sentence silenced all the ancestral witches.

Meanwhile, Di Jun and Tai Yi had already walked up to Kunpeng and were looking at him coldly.

Di Jun's tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression:

"Can you sit comfortably on this futon?"

Taiyi sneered, "Does a birdman even deserve to sit on a futon?"

Kunpeng curled his lip, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water:
"I won't listen, I won't listen, go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense upon hearing this.

Taiyi was about to make a move on the spot, his fists clenched and his eyes like knives.

But Di Jun stopped him.

"This is the sacred ground of a sage," Di Jun warned in a low voice. "We must not act rashly."

Taiyi gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand, but his eyes remained fierce:

"We'll settle this score after I finish preaching."

Kunpeng shrugged, casually sat down cross-legged, and even straightened the futon.
"Then I'll wait."

The atmosphere inside the entire Zixiao Palace was extremely subtle.

The Three Pure Ones sat comfortably in the front row, Nuwa and Fuxi humbly declined to sit there, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi took their seats peacefully, and Kunpeng forcibly squeezed into the last seat.

The rest of the people could only stand.

Just then, two figures slowly walked into Zixiao Palace.

They stood on lotus flowers, held wooden fish, and wore kasaya robes.

It is precisely Cundi and Jieyin!
As soon as the two entered, they looked around and their eyes fell on the few remaining empty seats, their smiles widening.

Zhunti smiled and spoke:
"Amitabha, this humble monk is late."

"I wonder if there are any remaining cushions?"

(End of this chapter)