Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Three thousand years is but a tiny ripple in the vast river of history.

But for Hongjun, these three thousand years were the most agonizing years of his long life.

He sat cross-legged in a secluded spot in the void at the edge of chaos, the Pangu rune floating before him. For three thousand years, he had been almost inseparable from it, immersing his entire mind in the rune's laws and patterns. He tried to capture even a trace of the true essence of the laws of power from those profound patterns, even if it was just a superficial understanding.

However, the reality is cruel.

That rune was like a tightly sealed treasure vault, and the key was the Three Thousand Laws. Although Hongjun had held fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation for many years and his understanding of the laws of Heaven far surpassed that of ordinary people, he followed the path of "using one Dao to govern all laws"—using his own Dao Fruit as the core to govern other laws. This was a completely different path from Pangu's "three thousand laws advancing simultaneously, and the law of power harmonizing and coordinating."

He tried countless times, hitting a wall every time, and finally had to admit a fact that made him so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood: he really couldn't understand it.

When the three-thousand-year deadline arrived, Hongjun expressionlessly put away the runes and stood up. His aura was even more restrained than it had been three thousand years ago—although he hadn't been able to comprehend the Law of Power, three thousand years of observing the Pangu runes day and night had given him some insights into the laws. But these insights were negligible compared to the time and expectations he had invested.

"What a terrible loss," Hongjun muttered under his breath, then turned and fled towards the prehistoric world.

Xuanbao was sitting on the Nine-Dragon Throne, listening to Haotian report on the development of the Primordial World in recent years. In the past three thousand years, the Primordial World has expanded considerably—the world barrier has been pushed outward by a full thirty percent, the concentration of spiritual energy has increased by more than fifty percent, the number of Quasi-Saints has exceeded tens of thousands, and the number of Saints has increased from thirty-six to forty-two.

In fact, Xuanbao is not clear about the current level of the Primordial World, but it is definitely far beyond the top-level Great Thousand World. As for what kind of world is after the Great Thousand World, Xuanbao is completely clueless. In the end, he found the concept of the Origin Great World in his memories.

As for where the limits of the original world lie, no one knows. Perhaps in the end, the primordial world will be able to encompass the entire chaos.

……

"Your Majesty, the expansion of the Primordial World has reached its limit," Haotian said, bowing. "To expand further, we would need to devour more Great Thousand Worlds to sustain it. However, many of the Great Thousand Worlds in the Chaos have been lost in the battle against the Lord of Nothingness, and most of the remaining Great Thousand Worlds are occupied by the Chaos Demons of the Nine Heavens. We cannot move them for the time being."

"No rush." ​​Xuanbao waved his hand, his tone relaxed. "You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Let's first digest the existing territory and solidify our foundation before we talk about anything else."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure appeared at the entrance of the Lingxiao Palace.

Hongjun stood at the door, looking at Xuanbao expressionlessly. After three seconds of silence, he slowly said, "I've arrived."

Seeing his expression, Xuanbao already knew what was going on, but he still wore his signature smile: "Old Hong, it's been three thousand years, you look great. Looks like you've gained a lot from your studies?"

Hongjun's eye twitched slightly. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to smash the Pangu runes into Xuanbao's face, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "The Law of Power is indeed profound and complex. Three thousand years is only enough for me to glimpse its basics."

"Oh?" Xuanbao raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Then congratulations, Lao Hong. Since you've made some progress, let's renew our previous agreement—"

"I will comply." Hongjun interrupted him, his tone carrying a calm acceptance of fate. "Starting tomorrow, I will begin preaching at the former site of Zixiao Palace. It will be once every ten thousand years, for three thousand years each time. It will be open to all Quasi-Saints and above cultivators in the Primordial World."

Upon hearing this, all the immortals in the hall were stunned.

The Daoist Ancestor Hongjun is about to open an altar to preach the Dao?!

This is unprecedented news since the beginning of time! Didn't Hongjun Daozu achieve Dao?

The news that Hongjun was going to open an altar to preach was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves throughout the prehistoric world.

The newly ascended saints were the first to react. Zhen Yuanzi, Yuan Feng, Ying Long, Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan… one saint after another put down their affairs and converged on the ruins of Zixiao Palace from all corners of the primordial world. Closely following behind were the veteran powerhouses who had been stuck at the peak of quasi-saint for many years—they had been trapped at their current level for countless eons and desperately needed a true master to guide them.

Of course, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Houtu did not come, because Hongjun's sermons were of little use to them at the moment.

As for the two in the West, they no longer say a word and have been reduced to sitting at the same table with these people who later became saints.

When everyone arrived at Zixiao Palace, they were all stunned.

The Zixiao Palace used to be filled with deathly silence, but now it has been completely transformed. Xuanbao personally took action and used the Three Thousand Laws to rebuild every inch of the Zixiao Palace's structure—the walls are built of Chaos Spirit Stones, the roof is covered with Starry Golden Tiles, and eighty-one Chaos Divine Lamps float in the hall, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

"Third Brother, what a grand gesture! Eighty-one top-grade innate spiritual treasure lamps..." Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun stood in the hall, looking around, and couldn't help but gasp. He could feel that the power of law contained in this Zixiao Palace was a hundred times more concentrated than any other blessed land he had ever seen in his life.

However, upon seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar Zixiao Palace, scenes from the past flashed before my eyes. Of the original three thousand guests of Zixiao, very few have survived.

……

Yuan Feng stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the lecture platform, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. "But what I'm more curious about is why Dao Ancestor Hongjun suddenly agreed to preach?"

As the only surviving ancestor from the war between the three races, Yuan Feng immediately thought of the inconsistencies.

This is a question that everyone present had in mind.

After Hongjun merged with the Dao, he never appeared in the primordial world again. Even when the saints sought an audience, they often had to go through layers of notification and were not guaranteed to see him in person. But now, he has taken the initiative to open a platform to preach the Dao, and he is addressing all quasi-saints and above—this is truly unprecedented.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a figure in blue appeared silently at the entrance of the main hall.

Xuanbao, dressed in a loose blue Daoist robe with his hair casually draped over his shoulders, slowly entered the hall, sipping a pot of Enlightenment Tea. His gaze swept over the crowd, and he grinned, "Everyone's here? Not bad, not bad. It seems everyone's quite enthusiastic about this sermon."

"Your Majesty!" Everyone bowed in greeting.

"No need for formalities." Xuanbao waved his hand, then walked to the podium, plopped down on the ground, patted the prayer mat next to him, and said, "Old Hong, it's your turn."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly emerged from the void.

Hongjun wore a simple gray Taoist robe, his face calm and expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger. He walked up to the platform, sat cross-legged, glanced at everyone in the hall, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly began to speak:

"Today, I, a humble Taoist, will speak about the fundamental principles of law."

This time, Hongjun didn't talk about the cultivation laws below the Quasi-Saint level. The lowest level of cultivation that could get to this place was Quasi-Saint, so Hongjun started directly from the Quasi-Saint laws.

Without any unnecessary formalities or lengthy introductions, Hongjun went straight to the point. His voice was calm and even, yet it carried a power that touched the heart. He extended his finger and gently touched the void—a golden law pattern appeared at his fingertip, like a blooming lotus flower, slowly unfolding.

"Laws are the rules of heaven and earth, the guiding principles of all things..."

Hongjun's voice echoed throughout the hall, each word like a morning bell and evening drum, striking the hearts of every cultivator. He spoke of the essence of the laws, the origin of the laws, and the operating principles of the laws—these were profound truths that most of the cultivators present had never heard of before.

The newly ascended saints listened with rapt attention, their minds becoming crystal clear, and the previously obscure and difficult-to-understand patterns of laws becoming clearly visible. Those quasi-saints who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for many years felt their internal magical power flowing much more smoothly, as if an invisible membrane was being slowly peeled away.

Xuanbao sat beside the lecture platform, sipping his Enlightenment Tea and listening with a smile. He had to admit that Hongjun was indeed quite skilled at lecturing—those profound and obscure laws and theories that were difficult for ordinary cultivators became easy to understand and explain in a simple and accessible way in Hongjun's words. Even the most dull-witted cultivator could understand seven or eight parts of it.

"However..." Xuanbao thought to himself, "Old Hong is ostensibly talking about the essence of the laws, but in reality, he is using the opportunity of preaching to sort out his own understanding of the laws. Moreover, the benefits of this are numerous. Not to mention the merit of teaching, there is a lot of merit. If Xuanbao didn't know that he was not cut out for it, he would definitely have gone himself. Furthermore, Hongjun is planning to re-examine his own laws."

Xuanbao saw it clearly. Although Hongjun had agreed to preach, he had not given up his idea of ​​comprehending the Laws of Power. He took the opportunity of preaching to systematically review the basic knowledge of the Three Thousand Laws, thus fulfilling his promise and laying the foundation for his comprehension of the Laws of Power—killing two birds with one stone. He truly lived up to his reputation as an old fox who had lived for countless eons.

But Xuanbao didn't care. He never expected Hongjun to be a lecturer for life. As long as Hongjun could help the prehistoric world cultivate a group of high-end combatants, the faster Hongjun comprehended the Law of Power, the more beneficial it would be for the prehistoric world—after all, a ninth-level powerhouse who had mastered the Law of Power was a strategic deterrent force wherever he was placed.

The preaching has continued for three thousand years.

Over three thousand years, Hongjun explained the fundamentals of the laws, their applications, their origins, and their transformations, covering almost all the basic areas of the three thousand laws. His explanations were profound yet easy to understand, possessing both theoretical depth and practical guidance, greatly benefiting all the cultivators present.

When the three thousand years were up, Hongjun stopped his lecture, glanced at everyone in the hall, and said calmly, "That's all for today. Ten thousand years from now, I will begin the second lecture."

Everyone rose to their feet, bowed, and reluctantly left the main hall. Many people still wore expressions of lingering satisfaction as they walked out of the hall—the gains of these three years were greater than the gains they had made in tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation.

As the three-thousand-year term of preaching came to an end, the entire Dao Palace fell into a strange silence the moment Hongjun finished speaking. The cultivators in the hall seemed to have just woken up from a long dream, their faces showing a lingering sense of satisfaction—some closed their eyes to savor the moment, some lowered their heads in deep thought, and some immediately sat down cross-legged, their internal magical power circulating uncontrollably.

Hongjun didn't say anything more, only glanced indifferently at everyone in the hall, then stood up and vanished in a flash. He left cleanly and swiftly, without even a polite word.

Xuanbao sat on a futon beside the podium, the pot of Enlightenment Tea in his hand having been replaced countless times. He slowly took a sip, looked in the direction Hongjun had disappeared, and grinned: "That old Hongjun, he's pretty fast."

He stood up, stretched lazily, and glanced at the cultivators still immersed in their comprehension. He nodded in satisfaction. The three-thousand-year-old sermon had been even more effective than he had anticipated—the auras of dozens of peak Quasi-Saints present had noticeably softened, with seven or eight even touching the threshold of Sainthood, just one step away from breaking through. The auras of the newly promoted Saints had also become more stable, clearly indicating that they had gained a great deal.

"Alright, alright, stop standing around here." Xuanbao clapped his hands, waking everyone from their reverie. "Go back and digest this. Don't just listen without practicing. Those who need to break through should break through, and those who need to go into seclusion should go into seclusion. There will be a second lecture ten thousand years from now, so don't listen to it for nothing then."

Everyone snapped out of their daze, bowed to Xuanbao, and took their leave. Xuanbao walked out of Zixiao Palace, stood in front of the palace gate, looked down at the vast, auspiciously cloud-shrouded land below, and took a deep breath.

Just then, he suddenly sensed a faint fluctuation. The fluctuation was extremely weak; if he hadn't already broken through to the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Beyond the chaos, someone is approaching.

It wasn't a gaze, nor a spy, but something real and moving. Its speed wasn't fast, but its direction was clear—heading towards chaos. At that speed, it would reach the edge of chaos in approximately several thousand years.

"Interesting." Xuanbao stroked his chin, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. "I just broke through to the ninth heaven, just dealt with Hongjun, and just got the prehistoric world back on track, and you've come again. Is it a coincidence, or have you been waiting for this opportunity all along?"

Xuanbao didn't know the answer, nor did he intend to find it now. But he knew he had to hurry. Thousands of years was a vast change for mortals, and for cultivators it was merely a slightly longer period of seclusion. But for him, who was about to face the unknown existence beyond the chaos, this amount of time was far from enough.

"Looks like I need to give myself some cheat codes," Xuanbao muttered to himself, then turned and fled towards his secluded cultivation location.