Primordial Era: Refusing Hongjun's path to sainthood, I attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

Chapter 34 First Sermon

In this chaotic and disorderly state, Xuanhuang didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly, the surrounding chaos calmed down.

Everything seemed to suddenly become clear, and Xuanhuang abruptly opened his eyes.

He stood up involuntarily and looked ahead, where he saw an incredibly tall palace standing not far away.

Zixiao Palace.

Xuanhuang's lips twitched slightly. Had he finally made it through?

With a thought, Xuanhuang put away Qingyun and Chaos Pearl, picked up his bamboo staff, and stepped forward.

Meanwhile, a farce had just taken place in Zixiao Palace.

Hongyun stepped down, and Kunpeng was also driven off the futon. He was seething with anger and huddled in a corner.

The way it looks at anyone is like that of a vicious wolf, ready to pounce and bite.

But suddenly, a figure appeared on the platform; it was Hongjun, and a saintly aura emanated from him.

The entire room fell silent immediately.

Kunpeng also hurriedly composed himself and obediently lowered his head.

After Hongjun appeared, his gaze slowly swept over everyone in the palace, especially the six people sitting on the futons in front, and he nodded slightly.

Hongjun's cold voice rang out, seemingly devoid of any emotion, as he instructed the two attendants, "Reopen the gate; there is still one fellow Daoist who has not arrived."

Haotian and Yaochi were taken aback upon hearing this, and the many powerful figures below the stage were also slightly stunned. There were still people who hadn't arrived.

Moreover, the fact that this person, who hadn't even arrived yet, was worthy of the Holy Master Hongjun's request to open the door again and let him in was quite remarkable.

Who is this?

With a loud "bang," Haotian and Yaochi opened the door they had just closed again.

A while later.

Two men led in a Taoist priest whose face looked quite unpleasant.

"Black and yellow?"

Many of the Taoist priests who entered were astonished and stared wide-eyed.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti... they were all extremely shocked.

No one expected that the one invited in last would be Xuanhuang.

Has Xuanhuang's status increased so much in just a short time? Even a sage would invite him?

But Xuanhuang's complexion was truly unpleasant; he looked at everyone as if they owed him a huge debt.

After all, anyone who has been trapped in chaos for so long would feel frustrated and uncomfortable!

If Hongjun hadn't done nothing to him, Xuanhuang would have doubted whether his previous judgment was wrong.

What happened to the saying that Hongjun was ruthless and selfless?

To trap oneself in chaos for no reason at all, that doesn't seem like being heartless and selfless at all!

However, Xuanhuang was still quite surprised that he was the last one to enter.

They appear calm and collected on the surface, but are actually quite unsettled inside.

A jumble of thoughts swirled within me.

Firstly, he was trying to guess Hongjun's intentions, and secondly, he was the last to arrive, which meant he missed many exciting moments.

He also wanted to see how Hongyun would offer her her seat.

Did they skip the opening theme song for themselves?

Upon entering the Zixiao Palace, Haotian and Yaochi slammed the gate shut again.

At this moment, Xuanhuang faced a problem: how should he sit? Where should he sit?

All six prayer cushions are occupied, aren't they?

Xuanhuang looked at the others, who were all sitting on the ground.

Xuanhuang quickly found Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun, who sat down not far from the platform.

When Xuanhuang saw the two men, they winked at him, signaling him to come over and sit with them.

Xuanhuang felt a warmth in his heart and was about to go over.

At this moment, Hongjun on the platform spoke up: "You can sit here." As he spoke, Hongjun pointed and another futon appeared next to Zhunti.

The seventh meditation cushion.

Xuanhuang finally couldn't hold back any longer; his heart suddenly raced, as if it had jumped into his throat.

He couldn't help but wonder, why?

Could it be that I possess some extraordinary identity that makes Hongjun treat me this way?

Am I going to become the Seventh Saint?

Xuanhuang didn't know how he moved his feet and walked over to sit on the futon.

Even when Zhunti called him "fellow Daoist" from the side, he didn't come to his senses.

It was still Hongjun's voice, so deafening, like someone suddenly stuffing a huge block of ice into your clothes on a hot day.

This immediately startled Xuanhuang awake.

"You don't need to overthink it."

Hongjun looked at him with no emotion in his eyes and his tone was cold as he said, "Although you are destined to be with me and can enter the palace to listen to the Dao, your cultivation has already broken through to the level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal."

"Having your own path inevitably means losing some opportunities. Therefore, I allowed you to stay in the chaos for a longer period of time before finally entering the palace."

"Then..." Xuanhuang hesitated, wanting to ask a question.

Hongjun ignored him and offered no further explanation, instead announcing, "Alright, from now on, the seating arrangement will remain the same and cannot be changed."

Everyone responded in unison. Xuanhuang had no choice but to echo the others' response as well.

"The sermon begins."

Hongjun spoke again and began to expound the Dao. Instantly, waves of Daoist chants echoed throughout the Zixiao Palace.

The people in the palace, no longer able to think about anything else, immediately began to listen attentively.

When Hongjun preached, the Great Dao was formless, without any strange phenomena or surging spiritual energy; it was as simple as returning to one's true nature, extremely plain.

However, it was this very plain and simple Taoist chant that captivated everyone, leaving them completely mesmerized.

The same applies to Xuanhuang, and even more so.

Because just as Hongjun began his sermon, the mirror of time and space within his sea of ​​consciousness underwent a change.

Every word spoken by Hongjun seemed to pass through this mirror, becoming clearer.

Every word and every sentence became more profound, as if they contained endless truths.

Xuanhuang felt he couldn't process it all at once, one sentence after another, giving him no time to sort it out.

The only thing to do is to carefully memorize what you can understand and write down what you can't, and then see if you can understand it after you've finished the sermon and gone back.

Aside from Xuanhuang, the Three Pure Ones undoubtedly gained the most from listening to the Dao.

The Three Pure Ones, being manifestations of Pangu's primordial spirit, possessed profound blessings. Upon hearing the profound teachings, joy inevitably appeared on their faces.

Nuwa, sitting on the fourth prayer mat, was also blessed with great fortune, and her expression changed from joy to frown as she listened.

Jieyin and Zhunti would sometimes nod, sometimes shake their heads, sometimes be happy, and sometimes seem to be filled with bitterness and hatred.

However, its effect was still inferior to that of Nuwa.

As for the powerful figures behind, they all displayed their own unique abilities. The differences in their talents and the various aspects of human nature were vividly demonstrated during this listening to the Dao.

"Teacher, may I ask what the Dao is? Where is the Dao?" Laozi, the Daoist of Taiqing, asked Hongjun during a pause in his sermon.

"The Dao is the Dao, yet the Dao is not the Dao. The Dao is everywhere; all things in heaven and earth can be the Dao." Hongjun paused slightly upon hearing this before replying expressionlessly.

"Teacher, may I ask how one can attain enlightenment?" Yuanshi couldn't help but ask.

(End of this chapter)