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

Without warning, a figure was already sitting upright on the futon.

He wore a simple gray robe, his white hair cascaded down his shoulders, his face was thin and his eyes were deep, as if they contained an endless galaxy, or as if they were an ancient well reflecting the birth and death of all things.

There was no fluctuation of magical power around him, yet he seemed to be completely integrated with the Zixiao Palace, the manifested myriad paths, and the mysterious Heavenly Dao.

He sat there and became the embodiment of "Tao," the source of order.

He was none other than Hongjun, the first Heavenly Dao Saint of the Primordial World.

Hongjun's gaze calmly swept over the three thousand prayer mats below, over each face that was filled with excitement, awe, or complex emotions.

His gaze lingered briefly on the six purple cushions, especially on the two seats he had obtained through the "performance," but he showed no emotion whatsoever.

"Since you have entered the Purple Cloud Palace, you are destined to meet me." Hongjun spoke with an unquestionable majesty of the Heavenly Dao, clearly penetrating the deepest part of everyone's mind.

"From this day forward, you will be given three sermons, and you shall listen to them in this seating order. You shall not move or change your seats without permission."

These words immediately caused a slight ripple below.

Kunpeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with suppressed killing intent that was almost bursting out, fixed on Jieyin and the uneasy Hongyun in the distance.

The fixed seating arrangement meant that he had completely lost his great opportunity at the sixth meditation cushion, and this shame would accompany him through three sermons, constantly reminding him of it.

In his view, the "instigators" of all this were Hongyun's "overly kind-heartedness" and the shamelessness of the two Westerners.

Hongyun's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a wave of regret overwhelmed him.

Only now did he truly realize that what he had given up was not just a simple seat, but a huge cause and effect that could concern his path and even his life.

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes an uncontrollable excitement and the joy of "success".

Fixed seating—doesn't that mean that if there really is such a "great opportunity," it will inevitably be allocated in this order?

Their "brilliant" performance was worth it, the two thought to themselves: "We hope this opportunity is earth-shattering enough, so that our efforts as fellow disciples won't be in vain."

Hongjun took in the reactions of the crowd below, yet remained calm, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him. He continued:

"This sermon will be delivered in three parts. Each sermon will last for ten thousand years, with an interval of thirty thousand years between them."

He paused, then uttered a startling conclusion that shocked the vast majority of the cultivators present:

"The cultivation of the Great Dao can be divided into three levels according to the depth of one's understanding."

"Firstly, the Great Luo Realm is the pinnacle of immortality, where one lives as long as heaven and earth and remains unyielding through countless eons."

"Secondly, at the Quasi-Saint realm, their magical power and supernatural abilities are a thousand times greater than those of the Great Luo Immortal, and they have already begun to walk on the path of a Saint."

"Thirdly, the sage, whose true spirit resides in the Way of Heaven, coexists with the Way, is immortal and indestructible, acts on behalf of Heaven to guide all living beings."

At this point, Hongjun's gaze seemed to pierce through the palace, looking towards the mysterious origin of the Heavenly Dao, his voice carrying a hint of the Heavenly Dao's indifference and supreme authority:

"Below the sages of the Heavenly Dao, all are but ants."

"boom---"

These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in the minds of all the "Three Thousand Mortals," and an indescribable chill and immense shock swept over them.

Ants? Powerful as they are, able to turn the world upside down and control billions of miles of mountains and rivers, even those like Di Jun and Tai Yi who aspire to rule a great power, are merely ants in the eyes of the sages?

After the extreme shock came a burning, bone-deep longing, an unprecedented, almost tangible greed and pursuit of the saintly realm of "immortality," "acting on behalf of Heaven," and "overlooking all living beings."

It turns out that the Great Luo is not the end; above it are Quasi-Saints, and then there are the supreme Saints.

Hongjun's path pointed them to a seemingly clear, yet incredibly distant, "stairway to heaven."

However, not everyone was shocked and eager.

The three Pure Ones exchanged glances. Laozi remained indifferent, while Yuanshi's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, tinged with arrogance and a hint of disdain. Tongtian raised an eyebrow and transmitted his voice, saying, "Eldest brother, second brother, Hongjun said that all those below the level of a sage are ants. I feel that Hongjun is far inferior to Senior Wugu."

"It seems that Hongjun is but an ant in front of Senior Wugu?"

Nuwa's avatar frowned slightly and transmitted her voice to Fuxi behind her: "Brother, this 'all below the sage are ants' statement is a bit too far-fetched."

She recalled Wugu's unfathomable, world-opening aura, and his effortless guidance in condensing her Dao Fruit and forging the Holy Sword. She simply couldn't associate the word "ant" with Wugu. Instead, she associated the ant with Hongjun.

Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit clone looked down at his nose, his mind completely calm, and he even felt a little amused.

He himself had witnessed the power of his master Wugu's "fusion of the Dao" and had personally participated in the construction of the "Great Luo Heaven World." To him, Hongjun's assertion of "sages being supreme" sounded somewhat like "a frog in a well looking at the sky."

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong almost burst out laughing. Zhu Rong transmitted his voice to Gong Gong, his tone exaggerated: "Did you hear that? All those below the level of a sage are ants. According to him, our elder brother can punch a hole in the sky, so wouldn't that make him a sage?"

No, my brother doesn't seem to be the saint he's talking about. But does this old man mean that we two brothers are now just "ants" too?

But he doesn't seem any stronger than our eldest brother. I feel like our eldest brother could smash that entire Purple Cloud Palace, man and futon, to pieces with one punch, believe it or not?"

Gonggong suppressed a laugh and replied, "Keep your voice down. He's a sage, so give him some face. But to be honest, while his title of 'sage' sounds impressive, it feels a bit hollow. It's not as solid as the fists of our Wu tribe."

Hongjun ignored the few gazes below that held doubt, indifference, or even a hint of "watching the show," and began to get to the point:

"This is the first time I have given this sermon. The purpose is to clarify the cultivation realms before becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal, to solidify the foundation and clarify the path of cultivation."

Below the Great Luo realm, there are seven levels: Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Great Luo Golden Immortal.

As Hongjun's calm yet profound sermon resounded, the strange phenomena within Zixiao Palace intensified.