I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 321 Farewell, Tears, and a Passionate Kiss

The Master of the Heavens sighed, saying that he was very reluctant to part ways.

However, he knew that if he didn't leave now, he would be even more unable to make up his mind once Ye Yang woke up.

Houtu nodded vigorously, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.

She deeply loves Ye Yang, but has never been able to express it to him.

Unexpectedly, this was now a farewell, and Houtu suddenly found herself with so much to say.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, who was standing to the side, had already understood Houtu's reluctance, and so he said:

"Houtu, I'm leaving now. The chaos is boundless; I hope we'll meet again someday."

Patting Houtu on the shoulder, the Tongtian Sect Leader said:

"Remember, at all times, we come from the primordial chaos."

As the voice faded, the figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader had already disappeared. Let's leave Houtu with a final space to say goodbye to Ye Yang.

At this moment, only Houtu and the sleeping Ye Yang remained.

After a long while, Houtu finally squatted down, hesitated for a long time, and then softly called out.

"Ye Yang".

Finally, she mustered up her courage and called out Ye Yang's name.

She clung tightly to Ye Yang, unwilling to let go, and tears streamed down her face.

Hou Tu tried her best to cover her mouth, afraid that her crying would wake Ye Yang.

I knew in my heart that after this departure, we might never meet again.

I had so much to say, but at this moment I don't know how to say it.

All her words turned into tears, flowing from her eyes and dripping onto Ye Yang's body.

At this moment, he was neither a Daoist ancestor nor an ancestral witch Houtu.

At this moment, I am nothing more than a weak woman.

As she watched Ye Yang, time passed slowly and unnoticed.

Finally, Houtu lowered her head, mustered her courage, and gently touched Ye Yang's lips.

He then suddenly stood up and left without looking back.

Waaaaah—.

They cried so hard, they cried so heartbreakingly.

I must leave at this moment, otherwise I will not be able to attain enlightenment.

Furthermore, it will affect Ye Yang's path to enlightenment.

Tears drifted in the chaos, slowly absorbing the endless primordial energy.

Finally, Houtu's figure disappeared into the chaos.

"Ye Yang, this parting may be our last. Take care of yourself. If you find your soulmate, I wish you happiness."

The enormous eye slowly disappeared into the depths of chaos, and the Ancestral Witch Houtu transformed into the Dharma Body and headed straight for the deeper reaches of chaos.

Both the Tongtian Sect Leader and he had their own paths.

If we don't go our separate ways, we will never be able to become independent.

Ye Yang slept peacefully, while the vast chaos continued to erode his body, though the tears left by Houtu nourished his body.

"They've all left."

Suddenly, a figure appeared; it was none other than the Heavenly Dao Hongjun.

"It's better that they've left."

Looking at the sleeping Ye Yang, Hongjun Tiandao sighed.

"Very well, since you have kept your promise, how could I be such a despicable person? Let's rest here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yang waved his hand and seemed to disappear. If it weren't for the fact that he was visible to the naked eye, one would really think that there was no one there.

The Heavenly Dao Hongjun concealed Ye Yang's aura.

"Ancestor of Humanity, if you fail to transcend, so be it. But if you succeed, do not forget me, the Primordial Heavenly Dao."

With a sigh, the Heavenly Dao Hongjun vanished.

It is said that the ruthlessness of Heaven is the only fairness in the world.

Some say that even Heaven, if it had feelings, would grow old.

Perhaps this is how ordinary people think.

However, only beings who reach that level will understand the true nature of the Way of Heaven.

Does Heaven have feelings? No, it has no feelings; Heaven is merely the embodiment of laws.

Does Heaven uphold justice?

It's a joke, really, because everything in the world just operates according to the rules of nature.

No matter who you are, even if you are a philanthropist for nine lifetimes, you will die if you break the rules.

Even if you are a heinous villain, as long as you don't break the rules, you can still live to be a hundred years old.

Rules? Ha!

Zhigong? Haha!

Heartless? Ha!

They are nothing more than ants in the eyes of Heaven, mere pawns used by Heaven to evolve the world.

This applies to all living beings, and also to all the holy beings in the heavens.

A sage represents the Way of Heaven? Ha! What a joke, just a pawn.

It seems that the Tongtian Sect Leader's self-abandonment of his holy position had a great impact on the Heavenly Dao.

However, this is not the case.

It only causes the Heavenly Dao to lose some of its vital energy, which can be repaired in time.

Heaven is ruthless; even saints are mere straw dogs.

Tongtian relinquished his saintly position? He can simply be replaced. This is the way of Heaven, this is the vision of those at the highest levels.

Suddenly, a mighty will erupted from the primordial wilderness.

The will of Heaven has been broken.

"Sages are not allowed to enter the primordial wilderness, and all the sages of the heavens are not allowed to plot against the human race, otherwise they will be destroyed."

The terrifying laws of Heaven descended, blocking countless saints from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

As for the Heavenly Saint? He was directly imprisoned.

"No, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled—".

The Sage Taiqing roared in anger, realizing that he had ultimately lost despite having orchestrated everything. How could he possibly accept this?

Although we don't know what happened before our ancestors, the Supreme Saint of Taiqing was, after all, the successor of Pangu and the head of the Three Pure Ones.

I vaguely sensed something.

"No, this Saint wants to transcend, this Saint wants to become stronger."

At this moment, inside the Eight Views Palace, Taiqing's face was contorted with rage; where was his usual laissez-faire attitude?

A voice kept hypnotizing me: Transcend, only then can you become stronger. Look at the Tongtian Sect Leader, look at Houtu, Taiqing, transcend.

Rumble.

Suddenly, a terrifying explosion rang out from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"I am Taiqing, and today I relinquish my holy position. Disperse—"

A bolt from the blue struck, causing the spiritual energy of the primordial land to surge, but in the next instant, endless thunderclouds rolled down.

Blood rained down.

"Did the Sage Taiqing relinquish his own saintly position?"

"Damn it, how dare they!"

All living beings in the primordial world were shocked.

To relinquish one's holy position—what immense courage!

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at this scene and asked himself if he could have such terrifying courage.

But the next moment he was incredibly excited.

"Hahaha, you're abandoning your sainthood? Good, good! Now I'm the strongest in the primordial world, hahaha!"

Taiqing relinquished his sainthood, and his magical power instantly plummeted to the level of a quasi-saint. With that, who could be a match for Yuanshi Tianzun?

A figure emerged, heading straight beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens; this person was none other than Taiqing.

"So that's how it is. Heavenly Dao, you've really tricked me."

After abolishing his saintly position, Taiqing finally saw his own path, but unfortunately, he had been too deeply poisoned by the Heavenly Dao, damaging his foundation.

Now, he has relinquished his holy position, and the price he will pay is unimaginable.

However, it's not bad that Taiqing is still alive.

With a ferocious look in his eyes, he spoke in a vicious tone:

"I will come back, and I will settle accounts with you then."

Heavenly Dao, Hongjun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the Ancestor of Humanity, you all just wait!

After memorizing the names of these people, Taiqing headed straight for the Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Another one has crippled himself? Heh, not bad."

A trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of Tiandao Hongjun's mouth, which seemed to be the backlash caused by the Taiqing Saint's self-abandonment of his sainthood.

But so what? After all, he upheld the true lineage of Pangu, so it's better that he's gone now.

He's just a saint, someone you can mention anytime.

In an instant, golden lotuses shimmered across the primordial world, golden light descended, and boundless merits slowly fell.

When a being becomes a saint, the vacant saintly position is filled in an instant.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun witnessed this scene clearly.

My heart also began to waver.

"Should this Daoist path unseal that sealed memory?"

He slowly looked into the depths of chaos, where there lay a cluster of memories—his entire memories as a demon god.

In an instant, a seed of rebellion began to grow strong in Hongjun's heart.

(End of this chapter)