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

Hongjun was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

However, he was unaware of the true "secret" behind it all: the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, who occupied the majority of the primordial fortune, were actually clones.

Although the clone carries a portion of the will and Daoist essence, it can only connect with and mobilize a fraction of the original essence's fortune.

The immense fortune of this deity is either suppressed by its own supreme treasure or entrusted to the human eye of the "Great Luo Heaven World," making it as stable as Mount Tai. How could this Zixiao Palace easily arouse it? The fact that even a trace of it could leak through is already considered giving face to the sage.

Zhen Yuanzi was also an incarnation of the Ginseng Fruit. His true form was the Lord of the Divine Path, and his fortune was closely connected with the Primordial Land, his own divine kingdom, and the Great Luo Heaven World. Furthermore, he possessed nearly three innate treasures that suppressed his fortune, and his fortune was also connected to his master, Wu Gu, making it equally stable.

The Queen Mother of the West, the true form of Yin, did come, but her "Xin Metal Origin" had already separated and transformed into the Xin Metal Origin, Tai Zhen. This meant that her fortune had also been divided in two.

When the "Queen Mother of the West, the most Yin," arrived at Zixiao Palace, she only carried about half of the original fortune. After sharing some with Hongjun, it was naturally not much.

As ancestral witches, Zhurong and Gonggong possessed many treasures that suppressed the fortune of their witch clan, making their clan's fortune a unified whole and difficult to be easily extracted by external forces.

Hongjun's sermons were more like "stones from other mountains" for them to learn from, but they had no chance of shaking or sharing the fundamental fortune of the Wu tribe based on them.

Jieyin and Zhunti came in their true forms, their hearts sincere in seeking an opportunity. However, although the Western Continent has experienced a demonic calamity, it has not been shattered as it was in the original timeline, and is in dire need of a "chosen one" to save it.

While the will of the Western continent appreciated the two men's "ambition" and "tenacity," it was not in a hurry to pour most of the Western fortune into them ahead of time.

Therefore, the vast fortune belonging to the "future masters of the West" that the two can currently mobilize is still in the gestation and accumulation stage and has not yet manifested to bless them.

At this moment, all they can offer Hongjun is their own "private" fortune as "great beings," and even that is limited in quantity.

As for the vast majority of the remaining "three thousand mortals," Hongjun could have received a considerable share of fortune.

However, before entering Zixiao Palace, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's bizarre "gift-giving" behavior, and the "gift-giving craze" that followed, led almost all cultivators to offer "listening fees" to Haotian and Yaochi, the two "saintly children," with various rare and precious materials, innate spiritual objects, and even low-grade innate spiritual treasures.

In the primordial logic of cause and effect, this is equivalent to paying part of the price for "hearing the Dao" in advance.

Although this "gift" was given to the boy, the boy represented the saint's image. Unconsciously, the "karmic debt" that everyone "owed" to the saint for "hearing the teachings" was offset or weakened by this "advance payment."

Since the cause and effect are shallow, the return of fortune will naturally be reduced as well.

Thus, the bizarre phenomenon that Hongjun is now struggling to understand and even finds somewhat "heartbreaking" has occurred. He, a sage, is giving his first lecture since the beginning of time, and the audience below is completely captivated. The Great Dao is manifested, and the world is shaken.

The "enlightenment" and "affirmation" that can be gathered are like a trickle, far from the expected "river of fortune".

He performed with great effort, but the applause from the audience was sparse. The frustration in his heart and the hidden worries about "variables" quietly grew as the sermon continued.

What Hongjun didn't know was that his "First Lecture at Zixiao Palace" had taken a different turn from the original trajectory from the very beginning due to certain "variables" that he himself hadn't noticed, such as the existence of Wugu, the fact that the West was not completely destroyed, the fact that everyone had their "eyes opened" in advance, and that farcical "gift-giving" incident. This led to a "fork in the road" that was somewhat similar to the original path and whose fortune was greatly reduced.

The celestial flowers in Zixiao Palace gradually faded, the golden lotuses disappeared, and the vast and profound Daoist sounds that filled the heavens and earth and were omnipresent slowly receded like the tide.

As the last lingering echo of the perfect Daoist essence of "Daluo" dissipated, the figure of the Sage Hongjun had vanished from the empty palace dome, as if he had never existed. Only the suspended purple futon testified to the truth of his sermon just now.

"Buzz---"

The more than three thousand figures inside the hall trembled slightly at almost the same time, as if they were waking up from a deep dream, slowly emerging from that unfathomable state of enlightenment.

Many people still had a dazed look on their faces, their eyes were bright and clear, and their auras were either calm and profound or sharp and vigorous compared to ten thousand years ago, all of which showed great progress.

However, the immense sense of loss and reluctance brought about by the cessation of the Daoist practice also caused many people to sigh with regret, lamenting that time was too short.

"Ten thousand years, how quickly it has passed," a cultivator murmured to himself, his face full of lingering regret.

"So this is the realm of the Great Luo! Many things that were unclear before have suddenly become clear." Someone clapped his hands and sighed, his excitement overflowing.

"The seven realms of immortality are the foundation of everything, and that is no exaggeration. I must rebuild my foundation upon returning." Some people made up their minds with solemn expressions.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of enlightenment and the melancholy of parting, Hongjun's calm, indifferent, yet undeniably majestic voice once again resounded from the void, echoing in everyone's hearts:

"This sermon concludes here."

"Thirty thousand years later, the Zixiao Palace will reopen to preach the path of Quasi-Saints. You may all return to your respective dojos, diligently consolidate what you have gained this time, and await the next opportunity."

There was no response after the voice fell, but the four words "the path to quasi-sainthood" seemed to possess a magical power that instantly dispelled the melancholy in everyone's hearts and ignited an even more fervent desire.

Above the Great Luo realm lies the Quasi-Saint realm, a crucial step towards becoming an immortal and indestructible Saint.

Hongjun seemed afraid that everyone would not take it seriously, so he specifically emphasized that the next episode would be about "the path of quasi-sages". This was undoubtedly a shot in the arm, filling everyone with unprecedented anticipation for their reunion 30,000 years later.

"Squeak"

With the combined efforts of Haotian and Yaochi, the heavy gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened once more.

A chaotic aura, mixed with the vastness and immensity of the outside world, surged into the palace.

The palace gates opened wide, as if some invisible shackles had been broken. No matter how much the three thousand worldly travelers had gained or what their thoughts were, they no longer lingered at this moment.

One after another, streaks of light of various colors and majestic auras shot into the sky, like a reversed river of stars, rushing out of the palace gates and disappearing into the hazy, dangerous yet destined-to-return chaos.