Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

Chapter 218 Zhen Yuanzi Enters Chaos

Although he was unable to become an apprentice, to receive such care from Senior Zhen Yuanzi, who promised to take him to Zixiao Palace, was an unexpected joy and a tremendous opportunity!

Their gratitude towards Zhen Yuanzi was beyond measure.

"Senior brother, Senior Zhen Yuanzi's kindness to our Western Regions is like giving us a second life!" Zhunti exclaimed with deep emotion.

Jieyin nodded emphatically, his gaze resolute: "This kindness will never be forgotten. If the West prospers in the future, I will surely repay even a fraction of your kindness!"

At this point, Jieyin and Zhunti settled down at Wuzhuang Temple to consolidate what they had learned from listening to the teachings.

While waiting for three thousand years later, when the gates of Zixiao Palace will open, a grand sermon will be held that will determine the future of the primordial world for billions of years to come.

In the primordial era, time was immeasurable; three thousand years is a long cycle for mortal beings.

But for those with long lifespans and great supernatural powers who can spend tens of thousands of years in seclusion, it is but a fleeting moment.

As the appointed time for Hongjun Daozu's sermon approached, those great supernatural beings who believed themselves to be qualified and destined for the Dharma gathered.

They all rose from the temple, each displaying their supernatural powers, breaking through the primordial barrier, plunging into the vast chaos, and making arduous progress toward the mysterious Purple Cloud Palace.

In the chaos, one cannot discern directions and is surrounded by dangers. Even a Great Immortal must proceed with extreme caution and slow speed.

However, the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Hill appeared calm and unhurried.

Zhen Yuanzi opened his Dharma Eye in the main hall, his divine sense sweeping over the disciples in the temple. He then issued a decree: "Zhenwu, Emperor, Kong Xuan, Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, Four Divine Beasts, Qilin, and Moyu Qilin, all of you who are at the Great Luo Realm, come to the front of the hall immediately."

Nuwa, Fuxi, and the Golden-Winged Roc, the three of you will also accompany us.

In a short while, powerful auras gathered in front of the main hall.

Led by Zhenwu and Dihuang, two peak Daluo immortals, dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals including Kong Xuan, Jiuling, and Siling stood solemnly, exuding a magnificent aura.

Newcomers Nuwa and Fuxi, as well as the Golden-Winged Roc, the first disciple of the Yin-Yang Taoist, are also among them.

Nuwa exuded a lively aura, her creation and Daoist principles subtly revealed; Fuxi's gaze was wise, his body shrouded in Bagua runes; while the Golden-Winged Roc was eager to try, filled with curiosity about the chaos.

Hongyun Laozu and Yin Yang Daoist also arrived with smiles.

Zhen Yuanzi's gaze swept over the impressive group before him. He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The lecture at Zixiao Palace is about to begin. This is your opportunity. Chaos is perilous. Guard your minds and follow me without making any mistakes."

"We will obey Master's orders (Master's decree)!" The disciples responded in unison, their voices echoing through the mountains.

Zhen Yuanzi said no more, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Earth Book unleashed boundless Xuanhuang energy, instantly enveloping everyone. This energy was incredibly profound, stabilizing earth, water, fire, and wind, and encompassing all things.

The Old Ancestor Hongyun also activated the illusory image of the Fire Cloud Cave to provide unseen guidance;

The Yin-Yang Taoist then unleashed the Tai Chi diagram to balance the chaotic Yin-Yang principles surrounding him.

The three late-stage Grand Immortals of the Primordial Chaos joined forces, transforming the group from Wuzhuang Temple into a stream of mysterious yellow light.

They carved out a stable passage through the chaotic sea of ​​chaos, far surpassing the speed of other deities who were still groping their way forward in the chaos.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time through the bizarre and chaotic world, the surging chaotic energy ahead suddenly cleared.

An ancient, magnificent, and seemingly sacred palace, bearing the ultimate truth, floats silently in the void, impervious to all laws and unyielding to countless eons.

The palace gates were tightly shut, and the plaque above bore the three profound and mysterious characters "Zixiao Palace" written in the Great Daoist script, exuding a captivating Daoist aura.

The palace gates were empty, with only a slow, surging flow of chaotic energy.

They were the first to arrive at Zixiao Palace!

The two attendants, Haotian and Yaochi, who were ordered to guard outside the palace gates, were now looking at the eternal chaos with some boredom.

Suddenly, a powerful stream of primordial energy broke through the chaos and manifested dozens of figures with formidable auras.

He was startled and quickly composed himself, secretly alarmed: "The time for preaching has not yet arrived, yet someone has come so quickly."

"Or...so many people together?"

However, something even more shocking happened.

The tightly closed gates of Zixiao Palace suddenly opened slowly inwards with a "hum"!

A figure stepped out from inside the gate, his aura in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, detached and lofty—it was none other than the Dao Ancestor Hongjun! He actually came out of seclusion to greet him personally!

Haotian and Yaochi were completely stunned, their eyes wide open, their little faces filled with disbelief.

The master is a Heavenly Saint! What kind of status does he have that he would personally come out to greet guests? Just who are these people?

Hongjun Daozu's gaze was calm as he looked directly at the three leading figures: Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said, "You three fellow Daoists have arrived quite early. Please come inside for a chat." His use of "fellow Daoists" was an act of equality, undoubtedly giving the three of them immense face.

Zhen Yuanzi returned the greeting with a clasped hand, his expression calm and composed: "I dare not be negligent in the invitation from Fellow Daoist Hongjun. Congratulations on your attainment of the Holy Dao, may you enjoy eternal bliss." Hongyun and Yin Yang also greeted him with smiles.

At this moment, Hongjun's radiance seemed to sweep across the crowd behind Zhenyuanzi, pausing slightly on Nuwa in particular.

With his saintly abilities, the clear aura of Wuzhuang Temple and the karma between master and disciple on Nuwa's body could not be hidden from him.

He knew that this woman had a deep connection with him, but now that she had become Zhen Yuanzi's disciple, he didn't say much, but he understood in his heart.

Zhen Yuanzi then said, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I have brought some of my disciples with me on this trip, hoping to hear the Great Dao of the Sages and make progress in the future."

And these two young Western friends, Jieyin and Zhunti, are destined to meet you, so I have brought them along as well. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

He pointed to Jieyin and Zhunti, and then gestured to the sizable group of disciples behind him.

"As for my disciples, apart from the two of them, you only need to set aside a separate corner in the palace for them to listen to the teachings. There is no need for them to occupy the futons in the main hall."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun remained expressionless and calmly said, "Good."

His words became law! Without him making any move, the spatial laws within the Purple Cloud Palace subtly shifted, right beside the main hall.

A tranquil space has been formed, with Daoist energy flowing within. Although it is not as central as the main hall, it is still an excellent place to listen to the Dao and can accommodate dozens of people.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi instructed the Emperor and Zhenwu behind him: "Emperor, Zhenwu, you two lead your fellow disciples into this space, calm your minds and wait respectfully for the Dao Ancestor to preach. Do not make any noise."

"Yes, Master!" The Emperor and Zhenwu calmly accepted the order and immediately organized all the disciples, including Kong Xuan, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Nine-Headed Lion, and the Four Divine Beasts, to enter the mustard seed space in an orderly manner.

Nuwa and Fuxi felt the vast Daoist energy of Zixiao Palace and were deeply moved, especially grateful to their master Zhen Yuanzi.

The Golden-Winged Roc also calmed down and curiously looked around the sacred site.

As arranged, Jieyin and Zhunti remained outside the palace gates to wait.

As they watched the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple enter, they felt both envious and incredibly grateful to Zhen Yuanzi for the opportunity he had given them.

After settling his disciples, Hongjun said to Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang, "Fellow Daoists, please follow me inside."

Zhen Yuanzi and the other two nodded and followed Hongjun Daozu into the empty main hall of Zixiao Palace.

The palace gates slowly closed under the still-shocked gazes of Haotian and Yaochi.

At this moment, the magnificent and solemn main hall of Zixiao Palace was empty and silent, with only six purple futons exuding profound Taoist charm quietly arranged at the front.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang followed Hongjun inside, becoming the first guests in the Zixiao Palace.

Outside the palace, chaos surged. Jieyin and Zhunti sat cross-legged, waiting for the arrival of other destined ones, and for the sage's voice to soon resound throughout the primordial world.

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