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

Chapter 24 The Dharma Is Not Transmitted Through Guidance? Late Stage of Hunyuan Realm

"Haha, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, for giving up the prayer mat!"

Jieyinsou sat down on the third futon.

The dispute over the futon.

Reaching the heavens? OUT!

"you----"

"Brother————"

Tongtian was stunned, Yuanshi was stunned, and all the innate deities were stunned.

Even Hongjun, deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, was stunned.

"big----"

Yuanshi was also confused by Laozi's actions. Wasn't there supposed to be the Three Pure Ones?

Although the three brothers have some dirty secrets, it's not good for outsiders to see them.

Yuan Shi noticed that everyone's eyes were on the three of them, and he couldn't help but feel that the dough was about to burst.

Without even glancing at Laozi's expression, Yuanshi remained arrogantly seated on the futon, not even turning to look at Tongtian, as if nothing had happened at the moment.

Lao Tzu also closed his eyes slightly, feeling bitter in his heart.

He felt a little regretful, but what's done is done, so he let it be.

While Jieyin may be shameless, the Three Pure Ones cannot be so despicable.

It was just a prayer cushion, so we let him sit on it. Otherwise, if we continued arguing, who knows what might have happened.

Seeing this, Tongtian knew what the two were thinking.

He gave a bitter laugh and glanced at the two figures who never looked back.

"So, in my two elder brothers' hearts, I'm not even as important as a prayer mat?"

I've seen it clearly now, and I'm heartbroken.

Tongtian gave a self-deprecating laugh and turned to leave.

Just then, an invisible force swept over, freezing Tongtian in place.

On the high platform before all the saints, a Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere.

"Lying high in the nine heavens, I found the true Tao on my futon."

Beyond the mysteries of heaven and earth, I shall be the supreme leader.

Pangu gave birth to Taiji, from which Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols followed.

One path is passed down to three friends; two teachings, Chan and Jie, are divided.

"The most outstanding among the mystical beings, transformed from a single breath into the primordial chaos."

Hongjun sat on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the holy beings of Zixiao Palace.

"We pay homage to the Sage!"

The group of innate deities also withdrew their gazes and hurriedly paid their respects.

"This is Hongjun, the thief who stole the heavens? He's so powerful, he seems even more terrifying than the Dao Ancestor."

"Hmph, it's nothing but stolen power."

The Pangu Mausoleum lineage was no exception; with just one glance, they realized that the power of the sage was beyond their ability to resist.

Although he was resentful, he decided to behave himself and just get some benefits. As for dealing with Hongjun, he would leave it to the Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun had no interest in paying attention to the innate deities with their own ideas; his attention was entirely focused on the Three Pure Ones.

He originally wanted to wait a little longer before coming out, but if he waited any longer, Tongtian would probably leave.

The Three Pure Ones were a crucial part of his plan to steal a portion of Pangu's destiny!

He had no idea how things had turned out this way.

He was already annoyed by the fact that Qingyi had ripped him off.

"To guide."

Hongjun looked at Jieyin sitting on the third futon and wished he could devour him.

I have a karmic connection with the West, and I originally intended to give the West a place to inherit my karma.

But what right do you have to snatch the prayer mat that reaches the heavens? Who gave you the audacity!

Considering that Luo rose to power in the West, Hongjun's impression of the West worsened.

Hongjun decided not to grant that holy position to Jieyin.

Qingyi caused me trouble because he has a high background and great fortune. What kind of person is Jieyin? How dare you cause me trouble?

The frustration he felt towards Qingyi erupted.

"The law should not be passed on to six ears."

Hongjun spoke calmly.

The sage's words were like divine decrees, causing the Purple Cloud Palace to tremble. All the innate deities looked at each other in disbelief, for they did not see anyone with six ears.

"The Dharma is not transmitted to those who guide others."

The sage also said.

Jieyin cried out in pain, his ear severely injured, and he covered his ear before falling off the prayer mat.

The assembled primordial deities were greatly alarmed, and their gazes toward the guide immediately turned strange.

Is this the consequence of stealing a prayer mat?

As expected, shameless people need a sage to teach them a lesson.

The Pangu Mausoleum lineage looked at Jieyin and Zhunti with shining eyes, thinking, "Why don't you go up and give them a good beating?"

"Let's fight! Let's fight!"

"So what if he's a saint? At most you'll perish if you rush in, but a saint only loses face, so it's not a loss for him."

"Go for it! Don't embarrass yourself!"

Nuwa and the other deities wished the two sides would fight on the spot.

Unfortunately, they were overthinking it.

Hongjun looked at Jieyin indifferently and said, "But since you have come to Zixiao Palace, it is fate that you can listen in."

Jieyin stared blankly at Hongjun, his ears still injured, unable to hear the sage's words.

Zhunti immediately stepped forward and pulled Jieyin to kneel down.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty."

Even if you are injured by a sage, you should still thank the sage.

But neither of the two brothers dared to voice any objections.

"Brother."

Zhunti helped Jieyin up and was heartbroken to see his disheveled state.

They knew all too well that this was the consequence of stealing the prayer mat.

Why did it have to come to this?

Just then, another futon appeared out of thin air and landed behind Kunpeng.

This time, none of the innate deities dared to snatch it.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Hongjun's eyes as he looked at Zhunti.

"Zhunti, I have a past connection with you in the West. You may sit on the last meditation cushion."

Zhunti was taken aback. The sage had actually taken out a futon specifically for him?

From this perspective, it seems the sage wasn't targeting the two brothers.

Could it be that Brother Jieyin was not punished for stealing the prayer mat, but that the Dharma was truly not being passed on to Jieyin?

What kind of operation is this?

No one could understand it.

Hongjun smiled without saying a word. If you all understand, what am I supposed to do with being a saint?

"Zhunti, go quickly."

Jieyin had recovered a little by this time. Although he still couldn't hear anything, he could now see the situation clearly.

He gave Zhunti a push, making sure he was seated firmly on the seventh prayer mat.

The third prayer mat became empty again, and Tongtian regained his mobility. All the gods remained silent.

I can only assume that a saint's actions must be guided by fate, and I can't help but admire Cundi.

However, the powerful figures from the Pangu Mausoleum lineage, including Nuwa, knew Hongjun's background and began to realize what was going on.

The first three prayer cushions must be made by the Three Pure Ones.

Nuwa, Hongyun, and Kunpeng, who had been fighting over the prayer mat earlier, exchanged glances. No wonder they had been thwarted earlier.

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi remained silent, but both breathed a sigh of relief.

Tongtian can sit back on his prayer mat now, so this whole thing can be considered as if it never happened.

Hongjun also glanced at Tongtian, his implication already quite clear.

But Tongtian seemed not to see the prayer mat and strode towards Zixiao Palace.

I sat down in the corner of the last row.

Bitter~

Hongjun sighed inwardly, "This is troublesome."

He also began to feel somewhat dissatisfied with Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi.

You three Pure Ones, though your spiritual cultivation is not as high as others, you've managed to manage your internal strife quite well.

"The seating arrangement is now finalized and cannot be changed."

"The sermon begins."

Hongjun, being a sage, couldn't possibly force Tongtian to return.

Now that things have come to this point, he can try to salvage the situation later.

When Hongjun first preached, he spoke of the Great Luo Dao.

Several members of the Pangu Mausoleum lineage who had reached the peak of the Great Luo realm originally intended to listen to the teachings carefully, but suddenly realized that they were not of much use to them.

Their accumulated experience over countless eons had already been solidified and improved by the time of Pangu Mausoleum.

If Hongjun had not been a sage, this sermon would have been completely useless.

Hongjun suddenly remembered this problem as well. He had been thinking about solving it before, but he had been distracted by the dispute over the prayer mat.

That's enough.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa are the most important; all the other people in Zixiao Palace combined are not as important as them.

Consider this a story told to the Three Pure Ones.

"Hongjun, who is inherently evil, how is this any different from imprisoning us in Zixiao Palace?"

As Kunpeng listened to Hongjun's advice to solidify his foundation, he cursed inwardly.

While the sermon was being given at Zixiao Palace, Qingyi in the primordial world also completed his mission of going out.

"I never expected that researching how to integrate the laws I cultivate into the Chaos Pearl would actually allow me to break through to the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."

On Fangzhang Island in the East China Sea, Qing Yi's aura suddenly changed.

His comprehension of the twelve laws has reached the seventh level, successfully advancing him to the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

The Chaos Pearl in his hand was now emitting multicolored light.

Inside the Chaos Pearl, the four flags represent earth, fire, water, and wind, while the Chaos Bell sits high in the center, and the Measuring Ruler is as thick as the earth itself.

Although the internal spiritual energy was raging, it was like a new world, but the next moment, the whole world collapsed.

"What is fake can never become real."

This is Qingyi using his own spiritual treasure to try to deduce the creation of a world within the Chaos Pearl.

The true creation of the world cannot be achieved with just a few magical treasures.

"When I have mastered the twelve laws to their fullest extent, that will be the time to truly create a new world."

This time he's really going to become a mini Pangu.

"However, I have to go back. The pitfalls left by Hongjun's second sermon are too big. I have to remind the innate saints."

Qing Yi casually waved his hand, put away the two spiritual roots in front of him, and left the island to activate the great formation.

The island immediately disappeared.

Fangzhang Island, one of the legendary immortal islands, is Qingyi's biggest gain from this trip.

As its owner, he can control whether the island appears or not at will.

On the island, he found a pure white lotus that had been transformed from a lotus seed.

There are also two top-grade innate spiritual roots: the Huangzhong Plum and the Wudao Tea Tree.

Huang Zhongli can transform an ordinary person into a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Although the person doesn't understand the laws at all and has the lowest combat power, it is still a leap to the heavens.

The Enlightenment Tea Tree can help people cultivate themselves.

Qingyi's rapid progress is largely due to his ability to deduce the creation of the world, in addition to his constant sitting under the Enlightenment Tea Tree, and the benefits brought by the title of Dao Ancestor.

This allowed him to reach the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm faster than when he advanced to the mid-stage.

"Fellow Daoist, it is time for the Witch Clan to emerge."

Qingyi heard Hongjun's voice.

Qingyi looked up and saw that Hongjun was lecturing but didn't forget to urge him on; it seemed he was really in a hurry.

Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Hall.

Since Qingyi left, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have remained in the Pangu Palace.

"Why isn't Uncle back yet? Can't we go out yet?"

"No way, it seems my uncle has set up an explosive formation at the entrance. If we go out, we'll definitely get blown up."

"Why would there be such a hateful formation in the primordial world? It must have been created by that old thief Hongjun."

"How about we have kids for fun?"

Houtu sat in the pool of blood and suddenly had a strange idea.

Xuanming's two slaps were so powerful that even Houtu's eight arms couldn't block them.

"What are you thinking, little sister? If you sneak out to play, your uncle might forgive you, but if you dare to give birth to a witch clan member, your uncle will make you kneel down with Hongjun."

After Xuanming finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the Pangu Palace was unusually quiet.

Immediately afterwards, she was plunged into the pool of blood by a ruler.

"Uncle? You're back? That's the same energy I know the moment I touch you!"

Xuanming turned around and saw Qingyi standing at the entrance of Pangu Palace with a smile, holding the Measuring Ruler.