In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

As soon as this question was raised, all the ancestral witches pricked up their ears.

In their hearts, the Father God Pangu is the supreme deity.

But now that a sage has emerged with such great fanfare, they are somewhat resentful.

Upon hearing this question, Tianxuan's smile widened instantly, even revealing a hint of undisguised contempt.

"Oh……"

Tianxuan chuckled and shook his head.

"Sister Houtu, if Hongjun heard your question, he would be so ashamed that he would want to crawl into a hole in the ground."

Tianxuan stood up, hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, seeing that towering figure who created the world.

"Sages? They are merely those who have borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao to become the managers of this world."

"And Father God..."

Tianxuan turned around, his gaze fixed intently on his brothers and sisters, and said, word by word:

"That is the pioneer! The creator! The son of the Great Way!"

"If God the Father is like the bright moon, then the saint is but a firefly; if God the Father is like the vast ocean, then the saint is but a stream."

"The difference is like heaven and earth, not even a fraction of it!"

"call……"

Hearing their eldest brother's words, the twelve Ancestral Witches breathed a sigh of relief, and their proud expressions returned.

"I knew it!" Zhu Rong slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "Father God created heaven and earth, and his body transformed into all things. That old man Hongjun is just a spirit who cultivated in the world created by Father God. How can he compare to Father God!"

"Exactly!" Gonggong chimed in, "You scared me! I thought there really was someone in this primordial world who could surpass the Father God."

Tianxuan looked at his younger siblings, who had regained their confidence, and chuckled inwardly.

Although he was telling the truth, the power of a sage is indeed invincible in the current prehistoric world.

However, as the true descendant of Pangu, this pride cannot be lost.

"alright."

Tianxuan waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Hongjun's sermon is a grand event in the primordial world. Perhaps it contains some profound insights about the laws of nature."

Tianxuan's gaze swept over everyone, and he asked gently:

"Is any of you interested in going to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to their stories?"

The main hall was completely silent.

The ancestral witches looked at each other, and finally their gazes fell back on Dijiang.

Dijiang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Tianxuan: "Brother, are you going?"

Everyone was looking at Tianxuan.

In their hearts, the eldest brother is the weathervane.

If the eldest brother goes, there must be benefits, so they'll go and join in the fun. If the eldest brother doesn't go, then they'll think about whether they should go and see for themselves.

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan gently shook his head.

"I'm not going."

His voice was calm yet firm.

"I have already entered the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal and have comprehended my own Dao. My Dao resides within myself, in destiny, and in the laws, not in Hongjun, nor in the Heavenly Dao. Listening to his teachings would be of little benefit."

"If Big Brother isn't going, then what are we going to do?" Zhu Rong shook his head vigorously, his face full of disdain. "That old man Hongjun calls himself the 'Leader of the Mystic Sect,' and he even wants to enlighten all living beings. Humph, we are the direct descendants of Father Pangu, born knowing the laws of heaven and earth. Why should we listen to his nonsense? No way! With that free time, I'd rather refine a few more strands of evil energy and further improve my fire law!"

"That's exactly right." Gonggong, unusually, didn't argue with Zhurong. He picked up his wine bowl, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "We cultivate the Great Way of the Father God, we walk the path of the Law. To go and listen to those so-called Heavenly Sages' lectures, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

Houtu covered her mouth and chuckled, "We are born to wield a law. If we don't follow the law and go with the way of heaven, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Seeing his younger siblings express their opinions one by one, their faces not only showed no regret but were also filled with pride as true descendants of Pangu. The heavy weight that had been hanging over Tianxuan's heart finally settled down.

He let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, a strange smile curving his lips.

The so-called "slaying the three corpses" to attain enlightenment sounds incredibly mysterious—slaying the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the ego corpse, ultimately uniting the three corpses into one, and attaining the Primordial Golden Immortal status. But this is simply a beautiful trap!

Throughout the history of the primordial world, apart from Hongjun Daozu himself who achieved the unity of the three corpses by using the Jade Tablet of Creation and the power of the Heavenly Dao, which of the other six saints did not sever their corpses to the very end, and ultimately rely on establishing a religion, creating humans, making great vows, and borrowing the merits of the Heavenly Dao to forcibly become saints?

Even more terrifying is that the path of severing the three corpses is practically poison to the Witch Clan.

The original Ancestral Witches lacked primordial spirits, so they could only listen to the spectacle without actually cultivating the method. But now it's different. Under Tianxuan's tutelage, each of the twelve Ancestral Witches has cultivated a primordial spirit. If they were to go to Zixiao Palace and hear about the seemingly shortcut "severing the three corpses" method, and were tempted, they might impulsively sever one of their three corpses…

That's it.

Once the three corpses are severed, a crack will appear on one's path to perfecting the laws, and one will never again have the chance to become a Primordial Golden Immortal. One can only go down the path of Quasi-Saint, and eventually find that the three corpses cannot be united, and it will be too late to turn back.

"That was close, that was close." Tianxuan secretly rejoiced. "Luckily, these guys are arrogant and only recognize the Father God, not people. Otherwise, if curiosity really killed the cat, I, as the eldest brother, would have had to go through the trouble of being the 'villain' to stop them."

"Continue your training."

As Tianxuan's voice faded, the Twelve Ancestral Witches closed their eyes and continued to comprehend the laws through the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc.

Seeing that the main hall had returned to silence, with only the light of the laws flickering, Tianxuan nodded in satisfaction.

He then summoned Xing Tian and several other high-ranking shamans who had remained behind, and issued a decree:

"You shall continue to lead your people to explore the outside world, collect spiritual roots, and strengthen the tribe."

Having arranged everything, Tianxuan sat cross-legged once more atop the Creation Lotus.

"Hongjun, Hongjun, this time, the Wu Clan is absent from your preaching ceremony. These three thousand mortals are missing the blessing of Pangu's fortune. Your path to achieving the Dao will likely face more obstacles..."

Tianxuan chuckled softly, slowly closed his eyes, and once again immersed himself in the unfolding of the River of Destiny.

……

Meanwhile, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the chaotic void.

Here, fierce winds rage, and the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind repeat themselves; a single misstep can lead to certain death and annihilation. Yet, at this moment, this chaos, silent for countless eons, is bustling with activity.

Countless streaks of light, braving the chaotic gales, struggled to move towards the ancient palace that exuded endless Daoist charm—the Purple Cloud Palace.

Those who can come here are all top-tier experts from the primordial world, with deep roots and powerful backgrounds.

The Three Pure Ones, with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda above their heads and the Golden Bridge beneath their feet, strolled leisurely. Nuwa and Fuxi, brother and sister, offered up the Phoenix-Perching Zither and the Eight Trigrams Diagram. The zither music stabilized the earth, water, fire, and wind. Kunpeng transformed into its true form and soared ninety thousand miles into the sky, using its extreme speed to force its way into the chaos. Zhen Yuanzi protected himself with the Earth Book, and the Red Cloud Ancestor's Soul-Dispersing Gourd spewed out red sand...

All living beings display their unique abilities and talents.

Finally, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Inside the main hall, clouds and mist swirled, exuding a natural Daoist aura. At the very front, a high, empty cloud platform stood, below which three thousand futons were neatly arranged. And at the very front of these three thousand futons, there were six purple futons, emanating a mysterious aura, clearly extraordinary.

"That was a stroke of luck!"

The thought flashed through the minds of all the powerful beings who rushed in.