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

Zixiao Palace.

On the towering cloud bed, Hongjun sat quietly cross-legged.

There was no fluctuation of magical power around him, and it was even difficult to detect a trace of life, as if he himself was this void.

After an unknown amount of time, Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for countless years.

In that instant, there were no earth-shattering phenomena or dazzling divine light; in his eyes, there was only endless depth and indifference, like two long rivers of history flowing with the trajectories of all destinies from the primordial past to the present.

In the depths of that long river, the surging fortune of the Wu tribe beneath Mount Buzhou is faintly reflected, as are the weeping blood of the golden crow on the Sun Star and the figure of Tianxuan on the Moon Star.

The Dao Ancestor let out an extremely low murmur, yet it seemed to resonate deep within the souls of all living beings in the primordial world:

Those who manipulate the fate of others will ultimately be manipulated by fate itself.

The moment the words left his mouth, Hongjun lightly touched the void with his finger.

"clang--!!!"

A melodious, ancient, and desolate bell rang out from the Zixiao Palace without warning.

The bell tolled regardless of the obstruction of the chaotic airflow, the spatial barrier of the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the numerous arrays on the primordial land, resounding directly into the depths of the primordial spirit of every living being and every powerful being in the primordial world.

Immediately afterwards, Hongjun's vast and emotionless Daoist voice, like a divine decree, resounded throughout the entire primordial universe:

"The Three Lectures at Zixiao Palace will begin three thousand years from now. This lecture will impart the Great Dao of the Sages and the Primordial Chaos. Those who are destined to attend are welcome to listen."

These few words were like a bolt of chaotic divine thunder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a monstrous wave throughout the entire primordial world.

After announcing the decree, Hongjun's figure gradually faded away on the cloud bed, like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror, and finally disappeared completely, as if he had never existed.

……

The Sun Star.

The endless true fire of the sun continued to rage wildly, but the atmosphere inside the Sun Palace underwent a dramatic change due to the sudden resounding bell and Daoist chant that echoed through the primordial spirit.

Donghuang Taiyi, who had been ashen-faced and immersed in endless self-blame and despair, suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly raised his head, and in his originally dull golden eyes, it was as if two extinguished stars had been rekindled, bursting out with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

"The Great Way of the Sage... the Primordial Mechanism..." Taiyi's lips trembled violently as he stared intently into the void, as if trying to see through the endless true fire of the sun to the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Taiyi suddenly stood up. Although his Golden Crow Emperor's robe was still tattered and the hidden injuries left by the white-robed man on Taiyin Star were still throbbing, the decadence on his body had been swept away and replaced by a tangible fervor and ambition.

"Brother, I understand!" Taiyi clenched his fists tightly, his bones cracking with a teeth-grinding sound. "No matter how strong that person is, he's only at the peak of Quasi-Saint! As long as we can comprehend the Dao of Sainthood in Zixiao Palace, prove the Dao of Hunyuan, and achieve the indestructible position of Sainthood, who in this primordial world can stop our brothers' progress?!"

Looking at his younger brother, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, Di Jun felt a surge of relief and joy. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words didn't come out. In the end, he simply echoed his brother's words.

"Indeed. That man in white forced us to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao: 'Never to set foot on the primordial land without permission, never to compete with the Witch Clan for dominance of the territory.' This oath is indeed vicious, almost completely locking down our demon race's space for development on the ground. However, as long as you and I, brothers, become saints, there will still be a chance."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Taiyi laughed loudly, his laughter filled with long-suppressed resentment and the joy of impending revenge. The true fire of the sun on his body blazed up again, burning away the tattered imperial robe and re-condensing it into a more magnificent and majestic golden crow armor.

"Brother, there's no time to lose! Let's set off for Zixiao Palace immediately! This time, no matter the cost, we two brothers must seize that Saint's position!"

"Walk!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi transformed into two golden rainbows piercing the heavens and earth, carrying a do-or-die determination and a rekindled, boundless ambition, as they burst out of the Sun Star and headed straight for the Zixiao Palace deep within the chaos.

They knew that this sermon was their only chance to turn the tide.

……

Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain, in the Hall of Elders of the Witch Clan.

The twelve ancestral witches, who were sitting cross-legged discussing the Dao and immersed in the profound Dao realm, as well as Fuxi, Nuwa, Bai Ze, and others, were also awakened by the sudden sound of the bell and Hongjun's Dao voice.

The magnificent sound of the Zixiao Palace bell echoed around the Pangu Hall, colliding with the vast aura emanating from the hall itself and creating visible ripples in the space.

Inside the main hall, everyone looked at each other, their expressions varied.

"The Three Lectures of Zixiao Palace... The Great Way of the Sage..." Bai Ze gently waved his feather fan, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Sage, the Way of Primordial Chaos..." Fuxi took a deep breath, turned to look at his sister Nuwa beside him, and found that Nuwa was slightly closing her eyes, with the energy of creation flowing around her, as if she had a wonderful resonance with the mysterious Heavenly Dao.

"Sister, can you feel it?" Fuxi asked in a low voice.

Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in those eyes that were like autumn water, but more than that, a strong longing.

She nodded gently: "Brother, I have a premonition that my opportunity, my chance to attain enlightenment, lies in the Zixiao Palace."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang slowly spoke, "In that case, fellow Daoists, let's temporarily conclude our discussion and not miss the sage's discourse."

"This trip to Zixiao Palace concerns the path to sainthood. If we can seize any opportunities within Zixiao Palace, it will not only be a blessing for all of you fellow Daoists, but also a boon for our Wu Clan!"

Bai Ze remained calm. "During this trip to Zixiao Palace, we will do our utmost to explore the Great Dao of the Sage."

"Indeed." Nuwa's voice was clear and firm. "Although Dijun and Taiyi are trapped in the starry sky by their oath, given their character, they will never give up easily. They will definitely attend this sermon. If they glean the secrets of the sages from the sermon, it will not be good for the Wu clan. If we can also glean the methods of the sages from it, we can also keep those two brothers in check."

"Let's not delay, let's set off now!" Fuxi suggested.

At that moment, Fuxi, Nuwa, and Bai Ze, the three top powerful beings, left the Elder Hall, escorted by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They transformed into three dazzling streaks of light, soaring into the sky from Mount Buzhou, breaking through the fierce winds of the heavens, and plunging headlong into the boundless chaos.

……

The gaze travels across the endless void to the cold, lonely Taiyin star.