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

Chapter 82 Endless Years Without Sainthood, Everything Exploded

At the entrance of Pangu Mausoleum, the eleven Ancestral Witches were all stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

"This is going to be interesting! I've been itching to join in, let's go!"

The eleventh ancestral witch rushed down from Mount Buzhou.

Zhu Rong suddenly stopped and looked at the eight pairs of expectant eyes.

"Do you want to go down and take a look?"

"want!"

Duobao and the other eight people's eyes lit up.

"Then let's go."

Zhu Rong swept up eight people.

"Watch and learn carefully, because Buzhou Mountain will need your protection in the future."

"It just so happens that we Ancestral Witches have been tempered by the mysterious power of the fragments of laws. Although we did not give birth to a primordial spirit, we have become much smarter."

"Today I'll show you our newly devised strategy!"

Hearing Zhu Rong say this, Duo Bao and the others felt even more excited.

This is an ancestral witch, someone of the same generation as the teacher. I've got a lot to learn from him.

Soon the Ancestral Witch arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain and ordered the ordinary witch clan members who were blocking Laozi and his companions to move aside.

Dijiang stepped forward and said bluntly, "Mount Buzhou does not welcome you. Go back to where you came from."

Upon hearing this, the three of them didn't change their expressions at all.

Zhunti smiled and took a step forward; they had all discussed it beforehand.

Let Zhunti handle the verbal sparring.

Zhunti's smile was incredibly irritating, and his tone carried a subtle threat.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, you misunderstand. We are here not on our own behalf, but on behalf of the Sage."

Zhunti, without any scruples, waved the banner of the sage.

Having witnessed the great battle between Qingyi and Hongjun, I know that Hongjun and Qingyi were at odds.

Perhaps Hongjun is also very curious about what's on it.

"Pah!"

Unexpectedly, the eleven Ancestral Witches seemed to have planned it all, and upon hearing the word "sage," they all spat at the same time.

Seeing this, Duobao and his eight companions followed suit and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"This is your last chance. Leave now."

Dijiang is showing off his muscles.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang."

Zhunti's expression tightened. "Do you even dare to disregard a sage?"

"We keep it in our hearts, but don't pay it any mind."

Dijiang said with a playful tone, "What? I'd like to ask you, don't you even respect the Sage?"

Zhunti's expression froze for a moment.

This ancestral witch, isn't she supposed to be brainless? How come she's so eloquent?

But he quickly composed himself.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, please don't joke around. Quickly lead us up, lest we delay our important mission."

After saying this, Zhunti was about to climb the mountain.

Dijiang stepped forward and blocked him.

"You won't be able to climb this mountain today."

"This time, you've delivered yourselves into our hands and are ready to be beaten."

Dijiang immediately raised his fist.

"Go, first strike their legs to prevent them from escaping, then strike their mouths, so as not to disturb the Father God's peace."

Boom~

The divine light of Mount Buzhou trembled.

Several months later, the three figures fled in a disheveled state.

"Hmph, if you come back next time, don't even think about leaving!"

Dijiang warned from behind.

"Did you learn it?"

Zhu Rong looked at the eight little ones.

Zixiao Palace.

"Three useless people."

Hongjun cursed angrily and casually pulled a handful of Laozi's luck, causing the three of them to encounter a spiritual root for healing.

Then I turned my attention back to Mount Buzhou.

"What is Nuwa doing inside? Why hasn't she come out to prove her Dao?"

"Qingyi, do you intend for Nuwa to become a Primordial Great Luo before attaining enlightenment?"

Hongjun frowned; it seemed there was only one possibility left.

Even so, he only exerted relatively little control over her.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer—"

Looking at the last wisp of Primordial Purple Qi in his hand, Hongjun felt a pang of regret that Nuwa hadn't bestowed it upon him when they were in the East Sea.

But in the future, he will need this purple energy to motivate the other innate deities.

Time flies.

After Laozi and his two companions were driven away, the three of them separated again.

Lao Tzu temporarily put aside the matter of the three corpses merging into one and instead searched for a suitable island to hold a Taoist ceremony.

He's been brought to his senses; Tongtian hasn't even become a saint yet.

Once Tongtian becomes a saint, he might be able to gain inspiration from him.

Although it doesn't sound good that he became a saint later than Tongtian, there was nothing he could do about it; he had no one to guide him.

Yuanshi didn't have the same mindset as Laozi, and he was roaming the primordial world searching for the method of unifying the three corpses.

The same goes for Zhunti; Jieyin's strength is almost no longer stable at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and he still occasionally falls into a coma.

But regardless of whether the three are proactive or giving up.

Even Lao Tzu started to get anxious again over the long years, but there was still no sign of anything happening.

"Please give me some guidance, teacher!"

The three of them knelt outside the Zixiao Palace; they really couldn't wait any longer.

Becoming a saint is like the moon reflected in water—illusory.

Even ordinary beings in the primordial world now know that there are three extremely powerful innate saints who wish to become saints but cannot.

"Perhaps the disciple chosen by the Corpse Lord is incompetent."

Ordinary beings discuss it in private.

Even they, from the lowest levels of society, knew about this kind of thing; one can imagine how many years had passed in between.

Even Duobao and the others have already reached the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

"Nuwa!"

Hongjun kept the gates of Zixiao Palace tightly shut because the spiritual treasures used by Laozi and the other two to sever their corpses were ineffective.

It's impossible to unify them; there's no good answer to that.

They could only wait for Nuwa to go first, and then the three of them would become saints through their merits.

Time passed slowly, and the three of them knelt in the chaos, looking like madmen.

Unable to wait any longer, he ran back to the wilderness to continue searching for a solution.

Then kneel in the chaos again.

"Teacher, you can't just abandon us!"

The three of them had long harbored resentment towards Hongjun, but they had nowhere else to turn.

With the Pangu Mausoleum closed, the innate deities of the Pangu Mausoleum lineage had nothing to do, so they traveled together to the prehistoric world.

Watch as the three of us kowtow to the Purple Cloud Palace.

Then they pointed and laughed a couple of times.

Qiongxiao is already in the late stage of the Great Luo realm and is able to enter the Chaos realm.

She also became familiar with many innate deities. Although she was a generation younger, as a disciple of Tongtian, no one made things difficult for her.

Carrying a stone tablet, Qiongxiao sneaked to the front, stood down with a bang, and ran away.

The stone tablet reads, "Kowtowing to Seek Divinity Scenic Area - Qiongxiao was here."

As a result, the innate deities left their breath on the stone tablet.

I have been here.

Finally, one day...

As usual, Hongjun looked at Buzhou Mountain before turning his gaze away.

Nuwa Yi Wei — Hmm?

Out!

Nuwa has finally appeared!

At this moment, even the Heavenly Dao trembled, as if it couldn't wait to bestow merits.

"As expected, he has reached the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm."

Hongjun could see through Nuwa's cultivation level at a glance.