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

Chapter 34 The Legend of Hongjun: Severing the Corpse, Bai Ze's Doubts

"These creatures born from wet eggs—how dare they deceive me like this?!"

Yuanshi roared inwardly. If it weren't for the fact that this was Zixiao Palace, he would have already dragged Tongtian and Laozi along and was determined to fight these gossipy people!

Tongtian also looked indignant, his sword-like eyebrows raised in anger.

"Second brother, third brother, calm down."

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, and a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in those seemingly cloudy old eyes.

"Rumors stop with the wise. We are the true descendants of Pangu, bearing the merits of creation; how can these petty clowns dare to criticize us?"

Laozi paused, a hint of coldness creeping into his voice, "However, those twelve ancestral witches were indeed far too arrogant, disrupting the order of heaven and damaging our reputation. This cause and effect will be settled in the future."

"Elder brother is right!" Yuanshi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, but the resentment in his eyes wouldn't go away. "Once this lecture is over, and our cultivation has greatly improved, we will definitely let those barbarians know what supernatural powers are, and what destiny is!!"

"That's right, we Three Pure Ones are no less than the Ancestral Witches; we are the true descendants of Pangu."

At this moment, whether it was Di Jun, Tai Yi, or the Three Pure Ones, their desire for power reached its peak.

They desperately needed a victory, a force capable of crushing the witch clan, to wash away their shame and restore their prestige.

At this moment of great anticipation and undercurrents.

"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

Three resounding chimes, as if coming from the source of the river of time, instantly suppressed all the noise and restlessness.

The tightly closed gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Endless purple energy surged out from inside the gate, paving a wide avenue.

Two exquisitely carved princes, Haotian and Yaochi, stood on either side of the main gate, holding a whisk and a golden lamp, and announced loudly, "The time has come! The Dao Ancestor will begin his discourse; all immortals, enter the hall!"

No one dared to be negligent, and they all composed themselves and filed in.

Inside the main hall, clouds and mist swirled, and the laws of nature manifested.

On the highest platform, a figure quietly appeared.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Three thousand worldly travelers bowed down in unison, their voices resounding throughout the world.

Hongjun's gaze swept indifferently over the crowd below, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He then spoke, his voice like the celestial pronouncements of the Great Dao, penetrating straight to the heart: "Since Pangu separated heaven and earth, all living beings in the primordial world have been groping their way forward. In my last sermon, I spoke of the Great Luo Dao. The Great Luo transcends time and space, eternally free, but this is not the end."

Upon hearing this, the breathing of the crowd below quickened instantly.

Those top experts who had been stuck at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for many years, in particular, pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

Hongjun continued, "Above the Great Luo realm is Hunyuan. One who attains Hunyuan will be indestructible for countless eons and untouched by karma. However, Hunyuan is difficult to attain; it requires great perseverance, great opportunity, and great wisdom."

"Now, I will impart to you a method called 'Severing the Three Corpses,' which can help you step into the Quasi-Saint realm and touch the threshold of the Primordial Chaos."

"A quasi-saint?!"

The crowd gasped in astonishment. This was a completely new realm, a ladder to sainthood!

"Humans have three corpses: good, evil, and ego. These three corpses are the manifestations of the attachments, desires, and nature of sentient beings, and are the greatest shackles that hinder you from attaining enlightenment."

Hongjun's voice became ethereal, each word transforming into golden runes that danced in the air, evolving into infinite mysteries.

"Slay the good corpse, and you will be decisive in killing; slay the evil corpse, and your heart will be as still as water; slay the ego, and you will understand your true nature. Only when all three corpses are severed and united can you attain enlightenment and sainthood!"

"The method of severing the three corpses requires the reliance on an innate spiritual treasure. The higher the grade of the spiritual treasure, the stronger and more powerful the three corpses that are severed will be—"

As Hongjun explained, the originally obscure and difficult-to-understand profound principles seemed to be peeled away from the fog and clearly presented to everyone.

Di Jun listened with rapt attention, his eyes gleaming.

"Severing the three corpses—entrusting them to obsessions—I see! I see!"

He suddenly realized the key point.

He had always wanted to establish a demon court and rule the primordial world; this was his obsession, his "desire." If he could sever this desire and transform it into a monstrous corpse, not only would his own cultivation level break through, but the monstrous corpse would also become an exceptional fighting force!

"I possess the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Hetu Luoshu, which I can use to sever the corpse!"

Di Jun turned to look at Taiyi and found that Taiyi was also overjoyed, clearly having grasped the key to the matter. Taiyi possessed the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, and could also use it to sever his corpse.

"Brother, this method is practically tailor-made for us!" Taiyi's voice trembled with excitement. "As long as we sever one of our physical bodies and become Quasi-Saints, even if it's only at the early stage, our strength will far surpass that of a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal by ten or even a hundred times! At that time, no matter how strong the Twelve Ancestral Witches' physical bodies are or how profound their primordial spirits are, how can they stop us if they haven't reached the Quasi-Saint level?"

On the other hand, the Three Pure Ones' comprehension speed was even more astonishing.

The Daoist aura flowed around Laozi, and auspicious clouds rolled above his head, with a faint, illusory figure appearing and disappearing within them—a sign that he was about to sever his corpse!

"Good and evil are both attachments, but my Daoist heart is steadfast." Lao Tzu murmured to himself, feeling that the bottleneck that had troubled him for many years was as fragile as paper and could be broken at any moment.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered inwardly, "What a brilliant method to sever the three corpses! I will channel all my hatred for the Witch Clan and my anger towards those who disrespect the world into this spiritual treasure, and sever the evil ones! At that time, I will let the entire prehistoric world know the consequences of offending the true lineage of Pangu!"

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader was also excited, he was more impressed by this exquisite method: "Severing the shackles and attaining great freedom, this is my way of the sword!"

As the sermon progressed, the atmosphere inside the Zixiao Palace became increasingly fervent.

The despondency, anger, and resentment he felt from being humiliated by the witch clan have now transformed into a thirst for power and an ambition for the future.

They seemed to already see themselves successfully severing their own corpses, becoming quasi-saints, riding on auspicious clouds, overlooking the primordial world, and trampling those who had once humiliated them underfoot.

Bai Ze watched the frenzied crowd from a corner, his brows furrowing slightly. He sighed inwardly, "Severing the Three Corpses—severing the good and evil self, is what's left still oneself? This method is powerful, but it exudes a ruthless aura."

But when he looked at the ghost carriage beside him, which was already gesturing wildly and wishing it could immediately go back to seclusion, he could only shake his head helplessly.

It's an inevitable trend; who can stop it?

Meanwhile, on the desolate land far from the Purple Cloud Palace...

Tianxuan and Kong Xuan were sitting on the edge of a cliff, roasting a wild pheasant they had just caught.

The aroma was enticing, and the oil sizzled.

"Master, further south lies the Undying Volcano," Kong Xuan said, swallowing hard as he looked at the pheasant. He then tentatively suggested, "How about we visit the Phoenix Clan for a while?"