Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Haotian and Yaochi were initially flattered and declined repeatedly, but later, there were so many gifts that they could barely hold them all and had no choice but to accept them.

Seeing these usually aloof Golden Immortals, even Primordial Golden Immortals, now offering gifts with "pleasant smiles," the unease in their hearts was gradually replaced by a strange, euphoric feeling.

From initial fear to later acceptance, and finally even to the point where they could look at the few monks who had not yet "expressed their opinions" with a slightly scrutinizing gaze that subtly conveyed "you know the rules."

Hongjun, hidden deep within the Zixiao Palace and observing everything from the perspective of a sage, had an extremely strange expression at this moment.

"This? When did I ever say I would accept an 'entrance gift'?" Hongjun wondered.

"When the sage of the Heavenly Way preaches the Way, it is in accordance with Heaven and the people. The spread of the Great Way has its own cause and effect and the flow of destiny. Those who listen to the Way will naturally form a cause and effect with me and the Xuanmen, and their future fortune will also return to the Heavenly Way and the Xuanmen."

This is a genuine "gift-giving," especially considering what kind of head Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were wearing?

Looking at the mountain of treasures piled up in the Jade Pool of Heaven, and then at the gods below who were giving gifts with expressions of "feeling at ease" and "deeply calculating," he was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Stopping it? That seems like making a mountain out of a molehill, and judging from everyone's "I understand" expressions, stopping it might just cause unnecessary suspicion.

The default? This trend seems to be going a bit astray.

"Enough of these trivial matters; they are of little importance. Destiny and karma are the fundamental issues." Hongjun finally shook his head, deciding to ignore them.

As Hongjun watched Haotian Yaochi's increasingly "skilled" way of accepting gifts, and the seemingly honest yet unsettling smiles of Zhurong and Gonggong, a faint and elusive sense of unease swept through his heart.

He always felt that the beginning of this "gift-giving" seemed to have planted some kind of uncontrollable variable.

The three-thousand-year period has finally arrived.

At Hongjun's command, Haotian and Yaochi stepped forward simultaneously, bowing respectfully yet dignifiedly to the more than three thousand imposing "listeners" before them, their clear, childlike voices ringing out:

"By the decree of His Majesty the Sage, the time for the sermon has arrived. All seniors are invited to enter the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the sermon." The voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

Perhaps out of natural reverence for the sacred site, or perhaps because they had witnessed the extraordinary qualities of the gatekeeper, or perhaps because they had just "gifted" and satisfied their desires, all the powerful figures present, no matter how arrogant they usually were, now all straightened their expressions and returned the greeting to Haotian and Yaochi.

Even proud and arrogant people like Di Jun and Tai Yi nodded slightly.

After the ceremony, more than three thousand figures transformed into streaks of light, moving in an orderly yet subtly urgent manner toward the slowly opening gates of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Passing through the seemingly ordinary palace gate, the view suddenly opened up before me. Inside the gate was clearly a vast and boundless world.

Above them was a hazy, clear light, like the sky itself; beneath their feet was a tangible purple mist that covered the ground. The space was vast, seemingly capable of containing all the stars in the universe.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the scene at the center of this "world".

At the very top, high above the nine-tiered platform, a purple futon floats silently, exuding a supreme and profound aura in harmony with the Dao. That must be the seat where the sage Hongjun preaches.

Below the sage's prayer mat, in front of it, were six other prayer mats, also purple but slightly lighter in color and less imbued with Taoist charm, lined up in a row.

These six prayer cushions were completely different from the other densely packed prayer cushions behind them, which were just ordinary clouds or jade.

They are in the best positions, with the strongest Daoist aura, and are closest to the sages, subtly resonating with the Daoist principles of the entire Zixiao Palace world.

Anyone with discerning eyes can see that these six positions are no ordinary ones; they must be places of great opportunity and great fortune.

"Opportunity".

"Before the holy throne, beside the Great Way."

Almost instantly, several figures with the fastest reaction, the highest cultivation, or those who already harbored great ambitions, shot out like arrows, bursting with astonishing speed, and rushed straight towards the six purple futons.

At the same time, countless forces of magic, supernatural powers, and even interference containing the laws of space and time, whether overt or covert, intertwined, collided, and erupted in the futon area.

Leading the charge were the Three Pure Ones' avatars and Nuwa's creation avatar; the four had planned this all along and had a clear objective.

With the Xuanhuang Pagoda atop Laozi's head, a flash of light forcefully stabilized the energy turbulence in a region in front of him. The powerful artifact beneath Yuanshi's feet suppressed the stagnation in space, while Tongtian's sword energy surged forth, sharp and incomparable, forcefully slicing through several obstructing divine powers that attacked from the side.

The three worked together seamlessly, paving the way for themselves and each other.

Nuwa's clone was slightly weaker, but Fuxi beside her was already poised to strike.

He did not compete for the prayer mat, but followed closely behind his sister's clone, his hands lightly pressing the Fuxi Qin. Strange musical ripples spread out, not as an attack, but to disrupt, deflect, and slow down the magic and supernatural powers of other beings that tried to approach or attack Nuwa's clone.

With Fuxi's full protection, Nuwa's avatar was able to follow closely behind the Three Pure Ones' avatars and rush towards the prayer mat.

Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit clone merely glanced at the six prayer cushions before casually shifting its gaze and finding a seat at the back.

He is the ancestor of the divine path, and the path he will take in the future is crystal clear. Although this futon is a good opportunity, it may not be in line with his path. Moreover, his true self has obtained too many opportunities, so there is no need for him to compete with others for it.

However, not everyone possesses Zhen Yuanzi's transcendence. Two extremely fast, ghostly figures arrived at the prayer mat almost simultaneously with the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

It was none other than the renowned Hongyun Ancestor and the demon master Kunpeng, who were famous for their speed. Hongyun transformed into a streak of red cloud and drifted erratically. In an instant, he swept past a futon, plopped down on it, and put on a warm smile that, in the eyes of others, looked like he had gotten a good deal.

Kunpeng then revealed his true form as a roc, his phantom wings flapping to tear through space, and he landed steadily on another futon before another figure could pounce on him, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.