Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 111: Zhunti issues 108 grand vows in succession, forbidding him from becoming a saint; the sky collapses for him.

"To achieve sainthood through such means?"

Nuwa of Shouyang Mountain and Houtu of the Underworld both revealed a mocking smile.

Those of us who achieved sainthood through genuine ability have a deep contempt for those who take shortcuts!

"If it weren't for Tongtian and Kunpeng, you might have actually succeeded this time."

17

Nuwa looked at the Heavenly Dao, which showed no reaction.

She maintained the Virgin Mary's smile on her face.

At the same time, Zhunti himself was also stunned.

Because the Heavenly Dao did not react at all, and even the wisp of primordial purple energy that enveloped his primordial spirit did not react at all from beginning to end.

I bragged so much, and you didn't even give me the slightest reaction?

Zhunti's face darkened. Unlike Jieyin, he did not believe that these grand vows were just empty words.

Knowing Hongjun's nature, he didn't actually have a very good impression of the Heavenly Dao.

If someone makes grand vows but doesn't follow through, there are definitely ways to deal with them.

Therefore, he takes his grand ambitions very seriously, because he really has to do them in the future, and he doesn't want to create something he can't do.

But the Heavenly Dao hasn't reacted yet, which is unacceptable to him.

Perhaps his grand ambitions were not grand enough.

Thinking of this, Zhunti focused his energy in his dantian and spoke again.

"If I become a saint—"

This time, Zhunti further expanded the vision in his grand vows, increasing it from forty-nine to seventy-two.

Zhunti paused, and the wisp of primordial purple energy enveloping his primordial spirit spun around, as if it wanted to merge with his primordial spirit.

Zhunti was overjoyed and continued.

The eighty-nine grand aspirations have come to an end.

Then—the Primordial Purple Qi still showed no signs of merging with the primordial spirit, and the Heavenly Dao did not react at all.

Even Zhunti was frightened. With so many grand vows, even if he became a saint, he would probably be the most tragic saint.

In particular, many grand ambitions are almost impossible to achieve.

He began to consider whether it was worth it.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Given the current situation, wouldn't failing to become a saint make us a laughingstock throughout the entire prehistoric world?"

"And there's the one from the Primordial Era that doesn't need noodles."

The thought of Yuanshi becoming a saint filled Zhunti with great fear.

Yuanshi was a man without any bottom line; even after becoming a saint, he couldn't imagine how despicable he could be.

If I fail to become a saint this time, won't I be bullied to death by Yuanshi in the future?

Zhunti gritted his teeth.

"It's just that becoming a saint is a bit more tiring!"

carry on.

"If I become a saint—"

This time, Zhunti made a total of 108 great vows.

All the beings in the primordial world who heard its contents felt as if they were dreaming.

If Zhunti could truly do as he said, then this sage would truly be the greatest sage in the primordial world.

But to Zhunti's dismay, even though he himself felt he had gone too far, no merits were still accumulating in the sky.

He witnessed firsthand how Yuanshi merged his three corpses into one through accumulating a vast amount of merit.

Doesn't this mean he still can't become a saint?

Little did Zhunti know that Tongtian, Kunpeng, and Yuanshi all attained sainthood through the connection with the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao has just suffered a great loss; how could it possibly dare to guarantee that someone will reap the fruits of the Dao?

"All that should be promised has been promised."

Zhunti really couldn't think of a solution.

You can't expect any living being to urinate and then appear to help it up just because you call its name, can you?

"Is Heaven going to destroy me?"

Zhunti, tears streaming down his face, looked up at the sky.

Heaven.

Can't you see my loyalty to you?

"Sigh~"

Just then, a sigh rang in Zhunti's ears.

Zhunti was overjoyed.

"teacher!"

Zhunti bowed down towards the void.

"Please give me some guidance, teacher!"

Zhunti recognized the voice as that of Hongjun.

Now is not the time to question why his position as the "Number One Saint of the Second Generation of the Xuanmen" was taken away by someone else.

"Foolish child, let's stop here."

Hongjun's voice was calm, but it sounded like thunder to Zhunti.

"The primordial world can no longer accommodate any more saints."

Boom~~

"impossible!"

Zhunti immediately roared in anger.

"Impossible! I've sacrificed so much, how could I possibly fail to become a saint? The primordial world is so vast, how could it not accommodate one of me?"

"Teacher, you must have a way, right? Didn't you say I would be the first saint among the second-generation disciples of the Xuanmen Sect?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhunti immediately realized that he had said something he shouldn't have.

as predicted.

"Um?"

In the void, Hongjun sighed softly, and Zhunti coughed up blood.

I already lost face enough by not being sure, and you still dared to bring it up in front of me?

Do you think I'm not worried about this?

Hongjun's aura faded, and no matter how much Zhunti called out, there was no response.

"No!"

"No!"

Zhunti wept bitterly and indignantly; this time, he truly cried.

The problem lies in the primordial chaos; heaven knows when it will be resolved.

The key issue is that he still followed the path of severing the three corpses, meaning that he cannot become a saint and will forever remain at the quasi-saint level.

Even if I had known that the path of laws was difficult, I would still have chosen it, because there was still hope there!

"Hongjun, you treacherous dog, you've already met your end!"

Hongjun, as the instigator of everything, had his true nature exposed by Zhunti.

Zhunti harbored hatred for Hongjun in her heart.

Meanwhile, Lao Tzu was still heading towards Shouyang Mountain.

He must become a saint.

He is the eldest brother of the Primordial Beginning, so he will definitely be taught the method of becoming a saint.

Once you see Yuanshi, everything becomes clear.

Thinking of this, Lao Tzu sped up even more.

At the same time, his mind was racing, and the primordial method of achieving sainthood gave him inspiration.

But I always felt something was missing.

Inside the Pangu Mausoleum, Qing Yi revealed a hearty smile.

"It's done."

This time, not only did the Tongtian Kunpeng seize the holy position, but it was also...

Laozi and Zhunti also needed Hongjun to exert a lot of effort to become saints.

The only downside is that all living beings in the primordial world will suffer for a period of time.

As mentioned before, the primordial world will experience a period of growing pains.

"Dao Ancestor!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi saw the smile on Qing Yi's face.

He opened his mouth with an expectant look on his face.

Qing Yi didn't speak, but with a wave of his hand, the fortunes of the three races reappeared.

The river of human destiny remains steadfast, and the mountain of witch destiny still stands tall and majestic.

Only that cloud was nowhere to be found.

But Di Jun and Tai Yi immediately set their sights on a mountain.

That mountain was in the far corner, and could not compare with the Wu Clan's majestic, peakless mountain of destiny.

However, it should not be underestimated, and there is a subtle connection between this small mountain and the mountain of destiny of the Wu tribe.

Even the slightest connection is good.

This is the goodwill that Di Jun and Tai Yi had previously established with the Wu Clan.

But none of these are the most important things.

Most importantly, the fortune of their demon race is no longer like water without roots.

Instead, like the Wu tribe, as long as the demon tribe develops well, the demon tribe's fortune will become stronger and stronger.

Di Jun and Tai Yi both breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling of being grounded is wonderful.

It's very easy.

In an instant, the two seemed to have unloaded some heavy burden, and even their cultivation levels seemed to have improved.

At this moment, the two no longer looked as imposing as before, and no longer appeared to be born emperors at a glance.

Yet, a more noble aura was subtly emanating from it.

Neither of them noticed the latter's change.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Brother, perhaps it's time for the Demon Court to withdraw from the stage of the primordial world."

Di Jun looked at the newly formed mountain of demonic energy and stared at the small cloud that was still gathering.

He spoke with a smile.

"Don't worry, the Demon Court's fortune is still there, just let nature take its course."

In any case, the Demon Court cannot give up halfway until the very last moment.

"Brother is right. We can't waste this bit of luck. What if we can develop further?"

When there are clouds in the sky and mountains on the ground, we will be truly invincible.

Taiyi laughed heartily, though he thought it was highly unlikely.

Just then, two figures suddenly appeared.

"Uncle, I've succeeded."

"Dao Ancestor, my work is complete!"

The newcomers were none other than Kunpeng and Tongtian.

Di Jun and Tai Yi quickly got up.

"I have met two sages."

"You're welcome."

Tongtian and Kunpeng were very friendly to Dijun and Taiyi.

"This success is entirely due to the great help of the two fellow Daoists."

Kunpeng said, "On the way back, I discussed it with Fellow Daoist Tongtian."

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian is burdened with the Dao lineage and bound by the Heavenly Dao, so I'm afraid he's too busy to be in two places at once."

But I am all alone.

At this point, Kunpeng asked with a smile.

"Does your demon race still need people?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi's eyes lit up, and they bowed to Kunpeng.

"Di Jun (Taiyi) earnestly requests that Ancestor Wen join the demon race."

"Hahaha."

Kunpeng dodged the two men's bows and let out a scholar's laugh.

"I dare not accept the courtesy from you two fellow Daoists. You are both destined to be emperors, and sooner or later you will reach the same level as I am now."

Kunpeng's words won over the brothers Dijun and Taiyi even more favor.

Under the expectant gazes of the two brothers, Kunpeng said, "From this day forward, I will join the demon race and become its teacher. But rest assured, I will not interfere with the development of the demon race. You two will remain the leaders of the demon race."

Kunpeng pointed north as he spoke.

"If one day you feel dissatisfied with living in the Demon Court, the demon race is free to head to the North Sea."