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

Even the Eastern King Duke, like a duck being choked, instantly lost his smug blush, turning deathly pale, then a purplish-red like pig's liver. He trembled with rage, pointing at Zhu Rong in a shrill voice:

"Insolence! Arrogance! How dare you bark like this in the sacred ground of the Sage, insulting the supreme majesty of the Sage! This scoundrel is utterly rebellious. We beg the Sage to take action and execute him immediately to set an example."

He pinned his last hope on Hongjun's thunderous wrath.

All eyes were once again focused on Hongjun on the platform. A sage's wrath could cause the deaths of millions; Zhurong was doomed.

However, what nearly made everyone, including the Eastern King Duke, drop their jaws in astonishment was that the muscles on the usually placid face of the Sage Hongjun on the Dao Platform seemed to twitch extremely slightly.

He neither flew into a rage nor took action to suppress the situation, nor did he utter a single rebuke.

His deep eyes merely swept over the enraged Zhu Rong, then glanced at the pale-faced Dong Wang Gong who was still shouting, and finally just waved his hand lightly.

The movement carried a subtle hint of helplessness and frustration.

Hongjun's indifferent voice rang out, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Eastern King Duke, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave:

"I don't care much about a little bit of empty fame."

Not really concerned?

This seemingly casual remark was tantamount to a resounding slap in the face to the Eastern King Duke in public, and it also implicitly acknowledged Zhu Rong's title of "Immortal Ancestor".

The sage was "unconcerned" about being stripped of his position as the Dao Ancestor, and instead accepted the title of "Immortal Ancestor".

What exactly is going on? What terrifying existence stands behind Zhu Rong that even a sage would hesitate to act rashly and even have to yield?

In the midst of the deathly silence and the utter astonishment of the crowd, the Queen Mother of the West silently moved a few steps to the side, distancing herself from the King Duke of the East. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, but inwardly she sneered: "Fool, do you really think that just because you got a cane you're the supreme being of the primordial world? Even saints have to give way to an existence you dare to provoke."

What made the situation even clearer and turned the name of Hongjun Sage into a complete joke were the statements made by the following top figures.

Gonggong laughed heartily, stood up, and said in a booming voice, "Brother Zhurong is right. A sage who transmits the Dao of Immortality should naturally be called the Immortal Ancestor. We have met the Immortal Ancestor." He was supporting his brother and also defining Hongjun's status.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi also stood up, calmly cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Zhen Yuanzi greets the Immortal Ancestor." He represented the attitude of the Earth Gods.

Nuwa's avatar of creation also rose gracefully, her clear, cold voice echoing: "Nuwa greets the Immortal Ancestor." The Great Dao of Creation stands alongside the Dao of Immortality.

With these three making their statements, the wind direction has been set.

The three Pure Ones exchanged glances. Laozi remained indifferent, Yuanshi was aloof, while Tongtian had a hint of amusement in his eyes. They all stood up and addressed the Dao Platform in unison, saying, "The Three Pure Ones greet the Immortal Ancestor."

How could the true lineage of Pangu be relegated to a subservient position to a sage? The title of Immortal Ancestor is more fitting.

Jieyin and Zhunti reacted the fastest, immediately standing up with faces full of "respect" and "sudden realization": "Jieyin and Zhunti greet the Immortal Ancestor."

The sage, out of compassion, established the path of immortality, benefiting all living beings; the title of Immortal Ancestor is truly well-deserved.

At this point, all the most influential forces within Zixiao Palace have expressed their recognition of the name "Immortal Ancestor".

Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme shock and realization in each other's eyes.

They had traded with the Witch Clan and knew that the "Creator Emperor" behind the Witch Clan was unfathomable, but they never expected that he would be "unfathomable" to such an extent.

Even saints had to yield, which completely overturned their reverence for the "sages being supreme".

Since even saints are not absolutely invincible, what is there to fear? A golden light flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and he and Tai Yi stood up at the same time. Their voices were steady but carried a hint of probing: "Di Jun and Tai Yi greet the Immortal Ancestor."

Even the two ambitious emperors of the Sun Star Palace have expressed their opinions, so who among the other cultivators in the Purple Cloud Palace would dare to have any objections?

In an instant, the voices of "Greetings, Immortal Ancestor" came in sparse bursts, then coalesced into a wave of sound, not loud, but clear enough.

Before Hongjun could even warm up to the title of Dao Ancestor, he was forcibly changed to "Immortal Ancestor" in full view of everyone.

On the platform, Hongjun's figure seemed to sway almost imperceptibly. Even with his Heavenly Dao Saint's composure, he almost broke down on the spot.

Boundless rage, murderous intent, and resentment nearly shattered his indifferent facade. He had spent considerable effort on expounding the Dao and laying out his plans, even resorting to the "Three Corpses Method" to guide others, all in order to establish his status as the "Ancestor of All Daos" and gather the primordial fortune and lineage.

Now, this most crucial "title" has been stripped away in public by a group of "ants," and they did so by leveraging the power of the witch clan.

His gaze, like the coldest venomous snake, swept subtly and swiftly over Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, then over the few top beings who rose to echo his sentiments, and finally seemed to linger a little longer on the Golden Crow brothers, Di Jun and Tai Yi.

"Good, good, good, good, good Wu Clan. Good, good Creator Emperor." Hongjun's killing intent boiled and almost solidified, but he forcibly suppressed it.

His mind raced: "This great calamity will surely wipe out your Wu Clan, and all of you. Di Jun, Tai Yi, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Forcibly suppressing his almost outburst of emotions, Hongjun knew that staying here any longer would only bring more humiliation.

He stopped looking at the crowd below with their varied expressions, and his figure rippled like water, instantly becoming illusory and transparent.

"Thirty thousand years later, the Zixiao Palace will hold its third and final sermon."

Leaving behind this indifferent Daoist voice, devoid of any emotion, Hongjun's figure had completely vanished from the top of the Daoist platform, as if he had never existed.

Only three thousand worldly travelers with complex expressions and different thoughts remained in Zixiao Palace, and the name of the "Immortal Ancestor" echoed silently in the empty hall.

The lingering effects of the second lecture at Zixiao Palace had not yet dissipated when the three thousand mortals had already transformed into streaks of light, dissipating into the vast chaos, some quickly and some slowly.

However, several figures did not rush back to their respective dojos, but instead converged on the same place, with their destination being Mount Buzhou.

As soon as Jieyin and Zhunti left the palace, they quickly found Zhenyuanzi's ginseng fruit clone, who was about to leave.

The two still wore the same "sorrow" and "sincerity" on their faces, but their eyes flickered with undisguised doubt and urgency.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, please wait." Zhunti stepped forward, his tone sincere.

"My senior brother and I have a question regarding the 'Severing the Three Corpses' method that the sage just expounded. It seems there was something left unsaid, and it makes us uneasy. Shall we go together to ask Senior Wugu for clarification?"

Zhen Yuanzi's clone glanced at them and understood. These two had tasted the "sweetness" of Buzhou Mountain, and now they had obviously sensed the abnormality in the "Three Corpses Method" and wanted to come and get "high-end consultation" again.

He was about to return to Buzhou Mountain anyway, and after a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement.

Just then, Zhurong and Gonggong swaggered over from the direction of Zixiao Palace. Upon seeing this scene, Zhurong laughed and said, "Jieyin and Zhunti, you two are quite clever. Come with us back to Buzhou Mountain. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask our elder brother together. We can also let Gonggong enjoy a back massage."

So the five of them set off together towards Buzhou Mountain. However, just as they arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain and before they even entered the mountain, they encountered another group of unexpected visitors.

Three figures, shrouded in pure energy and imbued with the natural charm of Taoism, along with a ray of divine light and the accompaniment of a zither melody, were waiting there.

It was the true forms of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa. Clearly, they did not wait for their respective clones to return before secretly coming to Buzhou Mountain in their true forms.

"Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa greet fellow Daoists." Laozi, as the representative, nodded calmly.

The true form of the Three Pure Ones possesses a vast and profound aura, far surpassing the power of their avatars in terms of its primordial essence.

Nuwa herself was even more graceful and ethereal, with the Xuanhuang Golden Wheel of Merit appearing behind her head, and the Daoist aura of creation flowing around her, making her even more majestic than her clones.