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Zixiao Palace.

This sacred place, nestled deep within chaos, remains eternally silent.

The purple mist swirled around, exuding an air of aloof indifference.

But today, that indifference has been broken.

Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, the Creation Jade Disc in his hand spinning so fast it was almost sparking.

His brows were furrowed deeply, and his usually expressionless old face was now filled with the word "doubt".

Something's not right.

Something's not right.

Hongjun stopped his deductions and looked at the tangled mess displayed on the Jade Disc of Creation, feeling a slight headache coming on.

He is the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven.

To put it simply, he is the chief director and administrator of this primordial world.

According to the script he received, the current plot should be like this:

Emperor Jun married Xihe and Changxi, completing their celestial marriage, which greatly boosted the fortunes of the demon race.

Then the conflict between the Lich and the Lich race escalated, and they fought so fiercely that their brains were spilled out.

In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses. Those who were meant to die died, and those who were meant to leave the stage left. The human race took the stage, the Three Pure Ones established their religion, and the Western religion picked up the scraps.

This is a clear, perfect, and aligns with the interests of Heaven.

But now?

This script looks like it was used by some naughty kid to wipe his butt and then scribbled all over it.

"The celestial marriage has ended."

Hongjun muttered to himself.

"Di Jun didn't get a wife; instead, Lin Xuan, that unpredictable variable, snatched her away."

"That's alright, after all, it's just a marriage. Although the impact is significant, it can still be salvaged."

"The Witch Clan..."

Hongjun's eyes turned somewhat cold.

He had just tried to predict the future of the witch clan, only to find that it was a blank space.

It's like it's been blocked by something.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that the fortune of the Wu Clan was increasing at an eerie speed.

That surge was not simply an increase in power, but a qualitative change.

"Primordial Spirit".

Hongjun uttered these two words.

He had his doubts after the previous fluctuation, and now that feeling is getting stronger.

If the Wu Clan truly possesses a primordial spirit, then this is no small matter; it's a complete overturning of the table!

What does Pangu's physical body + primordial spirit equal?

This means that the ancient world might have to change its surname to Wu!

"This can't go on any longer."

Hongjun stood up and walked around the Zixiao Palace twice.

He cannot act directly.

As a being who has attained the Dao, he is bound by the rules of the Heavenly Dao. Unless someone wants to destroy the primordial world, he cannot arbitrarily interfere with the cause and effect of the world.

But just because he can't make a move doesn't mean others can't.

"Child!"

Hongjun called out.

The attendant Haotian outside the door rushed in and knelt down: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Go and call your three senior brothers here."

Hongjun said calmly, "Just say I have something important to discuss with you."

"yes!"

Haotian accepted the order and left.

Not long after, three streaks of light pierced through the chaos and landed in front of the Zixiao Palace.

It is the Three Pure Ones.

Laozi, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the Master of the Heavenly Gate.

The three entered the main hall and respectfully kowtowed, saying, "Disciples greet Master."

Looking at his three disciples, Hongjun felt a little more at ease.

This is the most useful piece in his hand.

Get up.

Hongjun waved his whisk, "I have summoned you here today for the matter of the Witch Clan."

The three Qings exchanged a glance.

The Witch Clan?

The Wu tribe has indeed been quite active lately, with weddings and fights taking place.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable spoke first, his tone tinged with disdain: "Is Master doing this for Lin Xuan? This boy's actions are outrageous, disrupting the order of the primordial world. He certainly deserves a good talking-to."

The Tongtian Sect Leader, however, was somewhat unconvinced: "Second Brother, you are mistaken. Marriage is a matter of mutual affection, how can it be absurd? I think Lin Xuan is quite interesting. I've heard about that poem he wrote last time, and it was indeed well-written."

"What's so good about it!" Yuanshi glared at him. "Those are lewd and obscene songs! They'll corrupt your mind!"

"Alright."

Hongjun interrupted their argument.

"Lin Xuan's marriage is a minor matter." Hongjun looked at the three of them with a deep gaze. "The important thing is that I sense that the Witch Clan seems to have undergone some kind of change."

"Variables?" Lao Tzu, who had remained silent until now, finally raised his eyelids. "Teacher, you mean... the primordial spirit?"

Hongjun nodded: "That's right. Although the secrets of heaven were concealed during the last disturbance at Buzhou Mountain, the fluctuation of the primordial spirit at that moment could not escape my notice."

The three Qing's expressions all changed.

Yuanshi exclaimed in shock, "This is absolutely impossible! The Wu tribe has no primordial spirit; they are formed from the essence and blood of their father god Pangu. With innate malevolent energy entering their bodies, how could they possibly cultivate a primordial spirit?"

"I hope it's impossible too," Hongjun sighed. "Therefore, I need you to confirm it."

"You should go to Buzhou Mountain."

Hongjun issued the order.

"It's ostensibly a congratulatory message, but in reality, it's a test."

"Let's see if those twelve Ancestral Witches have truly cultivated their primordial spirits. If they have..."

A cold glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"If so, you only need to bring the message back; you don't need to take any action."

He needs to ascertain the situation first before deciding on the layout.

"Disciple obeys!"

The Three Pure Ones responded in unison.

After leaving Zixiao Palace, the three had different thoughts.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's face was filled with fighting spirit and disdain: "Hmph, I'd like to see if those furry and horned creatures can really turn the world upside down. If they dare to deceive our teacher, I'll make them pay!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader stroked his chin, looking on with curiosity: "If they really cultivate a primordial spirit, then the Witch Clan will be formidable. We must find Lin Xuan to spar with then."

Only Lao Tzu, riding on the back of a blue ox, had an unfathomable gaze.

He always felt that things weren't that simple.

That Lin Xuan...

He had seen Lin Xuan's portrait; his eyes didn't seem like those of someone from the primordial era, but rather like those of an outsider watching a play.

"I hope nothing goes wrong."

Lao Tzu sighed, patted the cow's rump, and slowly followed after it.

Meanwhile, on Mount Buzhou, Lin Xuan was embracing his two new wives while counting money (points).

"Ding! The Heavenly Secrets Shielding function remains in effect."

"Ding! Hongjun's deduction failed, sanity value -10."

"Ding! The Three Pure Ones have been detected heading to Buzhou Mountain, triggering a temporary quest: [Sages Discuss the Dao]."

Lin Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Are the Three Pure Ones coming?

Good timing!

I was just looking for a place to show off and earn points, and this is just delivered to my doorstep?

"Husband, why are you smiling so slyly?" Chang Xi poked Lin Xuan's face.

"Shh," Lin Xuan said mysteriously, "We have some important guests arriving. We need to prepare and teach them a lesson."