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

Kunpeng faced three opponents alone. Although Yuanshi did not explicitly say that they would join forces, his attitude and the two Westerners created a tacit pressure. Kunpeng's momentum, which was raised due to his rage, was momentarily halted.

His fierce gaze swept over Yuanshi's hateful, cold face, then cruelly sliced ​​at the faces of Jieyin and Zhunti, whose "sorrow" concealed a hint of smugness. His heart was boiling with murderous intent, yet he also felt a chilling sense of powerlessness and frustration.

He couldn't actually make a move in this sacred place, and staying in this seat would only make him a target of public criticism and subject him to more humiliation.

Finally, Kunpeng's gaze fell on Hongyun, who was sitting on an ordinary futon in the distance, looking at them with some unease.

His gaze was filled with resentment, hatred, and undisguised murderous intent.

It's all because of you, Hongyun. If you hadn't been so hypocritical and pretended to be generous by giving up your seat, how could I, Kunpeng, have been targeted by this Western thief, or been publicly humiliated by this Yuanshi, and fallen into such a state?

You gave up your seat, but I lost mine and suffered this great humiliation for no reason. I swear I will not be human if I do not avenge this.

When Hongyun was swept by Kunpeng's murderous gaze, he couldn't help but shiver. The little bit of "helping others" comfort in his heart vanished instantly, leaving only endless regret and chill.

He then vaguely realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

"Good, good, good." Kunpeng said "good" three times in a row, his voice hoarse, each word seemingly bursting out from between his teeth, containing endless anger and resentment.

He glared intently at Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti, but his murderous gaze lingered on Hongyun the longest.

"Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and you, Hongyun. I, Kunpeng, have made my mark today. We'll see."

After uttering these harsh words, Kunpeng abruptly flicked his sleeves, his face grim, and strode towards the back of the palace. He found a secluded corner and sat heavily on a prayer mat.

After sitting down, he continued to stare intently at the back of the person in front of him, especially Hongyun, with a cold look in his eyes.

Seeing Kunpeng retreat, Jieyin immediately stepped forward and bowed again in the direction of Yuanshi, his face filled with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, for speaking out for justice and upholding fairness. My fellow Daoists and I are deeply grateful for your noble character."

After speaking, he calmly sat down on the empty sixth purple futon under the complex gazes of the crowd.

After sitting down, he didn't forget to bow to the Kunpeng in the distant corner, once again with a subtle hint of provocation.

Upon seeing this, Kunpeng nearly coughed up blood in anger. He abruptly closed his eyes, his aura fluctuating wildly, clearly trying to suppress his urge to go berserk.

Thus, the ownership of the six purple prayer mats in Zixiao Palace was completely settled: Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin.

However, the atmosphere inside the palace was even more somber and eerie than before.

The words of Yuanshi, "Those who wear fur and horns, those who are born from moisture and eggs," were like poisonous thorns, piercing the hearts of the vast majority of cultivators present.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and other powerful figures had gloomy expressions, seemingly lost in thought, while Kunpeng's killing intent almost materialized.

Hongyun was restless, feeling uneasy, while the instigators Zhunti and Jieyin, as well as the "assistant" Yuanshi, sat calmly as if nothing had happened.

Only a few, like Zhurong and Gonggong, who were more carefree, were still secretly grumbling.

Zhu Rong nudged Gonggong with her elbow and transmitted her voice, "Hey, did you see that? That Yuanshi really knows how to curse, he just wiped everyone off with one blow."

Gonggong grinned and replied, "That's right. Luckily, we're of Pangu's bloodline, the true 'direct descendants,' so they didn't insult us. Otherwise, just for that remark, we'd have shoved his head into the latrine on Buzhou Mountain."

Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit clone shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly: "Kunpeng is vengeful and will not let a small matter go unpunished. Today, I have suffered such a great humiliation, and I have now formed a feud with Hongyun, the two Westerners, and even the Three Pure Ones."

Yuanshi's words, seemingly showcasing the arrogance of "the true lineage of Pangu," actually offended too many people and sowed the seeds of future troubles.

The two Westerners, though cunning, reaped the benefits, but the consequences will be difficult to repay.

The undercurrents and killing intent within Zixiao Palace were forcibly suppressed and dispelled by a sudden, clear, melodious bell chime that contained boundless Daoist charm.

"when---"

The bell tolled from an unknown source, yet it seemed to strike directly into the depths of the Dao heart of every living being.

In an instant, the endless, originally obscure and deeply hidden laws of heaven within the entire Zixiao Palace were as if an invisible hand had parted the fog, making them clearer, more active, and easier to grasp than ever before.

The celestial flowers bloomed from nothingness, not as physical entities but as pure manifestations of the laws. Golden lotuses emerged from the ground shrouded in purple mist, each petal flowing with runes of the Great Dao. Auspicious light permeated the air, and celestial music spontaneously arose. The entire palace seemed to transform into the source of the Dao, an ocean of laws.

"Buzz---"

Regardless of their cultivation level or the stability of their Dao heart, all three thousand mortals involuntarily trembled violently at this moment.

That was not an intimidating force, but a "Daoist resonance" that was the most primal and touched the very foundation of cultivation.

Many people who had been stuck at a bottleneck for countless years showed signs of loosening under the influence of the bell tolling and the Taoist rhythm.

Ecstasy, awe, and shock? A mix of emotions welled up in everyone's hearts.

At this wondrous moment when all things manifested their divine power and all beings were captivated, Haotian and Yaochi, the two children, stood solemnly and each stepped forward to push together the heavy palace gate that was neither gold nor jade.

"Boom!"

The palace gates slowly closed, completely isolating the boundless chaos outside. As the last crack disappeared, Haotian and Yaochi's clear, childlike voices rang out in unison, echoing through the now silent palace:

"By the decree of the Sage, the gates of Zixiao Palace will be reopened after ten thousand years."

The closing of the palace gates signifies that the countdown to hearing the Dao has officially begun, and also means that no one can enter or leave for the next ten thousand years. A solemn atmosphere of seclusion from the world and wholehearted immersion in enlightenment arises spontaneously.

Everyone, including the most arrogant Di Jun, the most gloomy Kun Peng, and the most unrestrained Zhu Rong, involuntarily held their breath and turned their gazes to the still empty purple futon on the high platform.