Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Chen Qing watched the changes in the expressions of the others and naturally knew why. Anyway, since he had become Laozi's disciple, they wouldn't treat him badly later.

He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master and your two uncles, where are you headed this time?"

Originally, Laozi and Yuanshi were worried about what to do when their disciple (nephew) asked for a gift! But seeing Chen Qing's polite and measured behavior and his initiative to change the subject, they were even more satisfied with his thoughtfulness.

The group exchanged smiles, and then Laozi spoke up, "The three of us have come here precisely to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao. The first sage in the world is preaching the Dao, which is a great opportunity that we cannot miss."

Then, fearing that they would waste time, the Three Pure Ones led Chen Qing at breakneck speed to the outer chaos.

There were already quite a few people here by this time, but Chen Qing looked around and didn't recognize a single one. He wondered if those famous figures from his previous life hadn't arrived yet, or if they had already gone inside.

The group arrived here and did not linger, but walked directly into the chaos.

The people around looked on with amusement. The Chaos Realm was not as simple as it seemed. Only Great Luo Golden Immortals could enter, and even Great Luo Golden Immortals could not stay inside for long. Those cultivators below them were simply courting death if they went in.

At this time, the Three Pure Ones were all at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, so they could enter the Chaos Realm. However, Chen Qing was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal. If he entered the Chaos Realm without anyone protecting him, he would be torn to shreds by the violent chaotic energy in a single encounter.

However, Chen Qing, who knew the true nature of the Three Pure Ones, did not hesitate and followed his master Laozi directly into the chaos.

Then, a magnificent pagoda appeared above their heads, casting down a mysterious yellow light and protecting them in the center. It was the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, a treasure of acquired merit.

Then, amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd outside, the group walked towards the depths of the chaos.

As they stepped into the chaos, the Three Pure Ones seemed to be guided, leading Chen Qing directly in one direction.

After an unknown amount of time, a simple and ancient purple Taoist temple appeared before them.

The three large characters "Zixiao Palace" above exude a mysterious and profound aura.

At this moment, the gates of Zixiao Palace opened wide, and the Three Pure Ones exchanged a glance before hurrying into the palace.

The voice of my master, Lao Tzu, rang in my ears, "Follow me!"

Chen Qing didn't dare to delay and quickly followed.

There were three thousand prayer cushions neatly arranged in the Zixiao Palace, with six purple ones at the front, clearly distinguishing them from the ones behind them.

At this time, no one had arrived yet, so the Three Pure Ones naturally sat on the first few prayer cushions. The first was Chen Qing's master, Laozi, the second was Yuanshi, and the third was Tongtian.

Chen Qing glanced curiously at the other futons. Others might not know, but he did. These futons represented the holy positions of the primordial world.

At that moment, he was wondering whether he should go up and sit down!

Just then, Lao Tzu's voice came from beside him, "Chen Qing, sit behind me."

Chen Qing sighed inwardly, turned around and sat behind Laozi. It was all fate and destiny. Anyway, he didn't intend to become like the sages of later generations, whose everything was governed by the Heavenly Dao.

After Chen Qing sat down, people began to arrive one after another.

This time, quite a few famous people came, including Nuwa, the future Holy Mother of Humanity; Fuxi, who was still a demon at the time; Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals; Hongyun, the kindest man in the primordial world; Kunpeng of the Northern Sea; the Blood Sea Styx; Dijun; Taiyi...

These people were all great supernatural beings in the primordial world. When they entered and saw the Three Pure Ones and the others in front, they were all stunned. They did not expect that someone would arrive so early.

Upon seeing the remaining few prayer cushions, everyone's eyes gleamed, and they immediately began scrambling for them.

This had nothing to do with Chen Qing. He just sat to the side, quietly watching the excitement, all that was missing was a bag of melon seeds.

Later, with Fuxi's help, Nuwa sat on the fourth prayer mat.

Kunpeng, relying on its astonishing speed, managed to snag the fifth prayer mat. Meanwhile, the kind-hearted Hongyun, completely bewildered, was jostled and ended up sitting on the sixth prayer mat by a twist of fate.

The cushions were all taken, and those who hadn't managed to get seats glared angrily at the people in the front row, their eyes filled with resentment and jealousy.

The Three Pure Ones, who were at the forefront, arrived the earliest, and their auras were clearly of the same lineage, indicating they shared the same origin. Furthermore, with the Three Pure Ones protecting Chen Qing, no one dared to cause them any trouble.

Just then, a large group of people surged into the palace. The few who had already taken their seats exchanged glances, but ultimately dared not make a move in Zixiao Palace—who would dare to be presumptuous in the Dao Ancestor's Daoist temple? So they all snorted coldly and casually found an empty futon to sit down.

Before long, the Zixiao Palace was almost full. The two young Taoist disciples were preparing to close the door.

Chen Qing glanced at the two empty prayer mats at the back and wondered: Why haven't those two old guys from the West arrived yet?

The thought had barely formed when two disheveled figures rushed into the palace. Their clothes were rumpled and their faces were exhausted, indicating they had suffered greatly in the chaos.

Looking at the two, Chen Qing immediately knew—these two must be Jieyin and Zhunti. A slight, amused smile appeared on his lips: "Begin your performance, Zhunti!"

As soon as the two entered, the gate of Zixiao Palace slammed shut with a loud "bang".

Zhunti glanced at the few prayer cushions at the front, his eyes flickering uncertainly. Then, he suddenly burst into tears, his voice filled with anguish, tears streaming down his face: "Brother! Why are we so unfortunate! We've traveled thousands of miles to hear the Dharma, but because we were a step too late, we don't even have a place to sit!"

The cries were so sincere and heartfelt that they broke the hearts of those who heard them.

Chen Qing glanced at Hongyun discreetly. Sure enough, this kind-hearted man was now fidgeting, his face full of conflict, seemingly genuinely intending to get up and offer his seat.

Hongyun was also very frustrated at this moment. He had somehow managed to snag this seat—who knows if he really intended to! Feeling the fierce, knife-like gazes behind him, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and every day felt like an eternity.

Hearing Zhunti crying so pitifully, Hongyun felt a pang of pity. He thought to himself, "These two fellow Daoists have come from afar; it is truly not easy for them. I feel uneasy sitting here." So he stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have come from afar, so please sit here with me."

Before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred—Zhunti, who had been weeping and wailing in front of him, had vanished in the blink of an eye. Hongyun turned his head and saw that, well, the man was already sitting steadily on the prayer mat he had offered.

Hongyun wasn't stupid; by now, he could easily see that he had been tricked. He immediately snorted coldly, turned around, and sat down next to his friend Zhen Yuanzi, his face full of frustration.

By now, everyone knew that Zhunti's earlier lament was all an act. They all cast disdainful glances at him. At the same time, they looked at Hongyun as if he were a complete idiot—this good-natured man was hopeless.

Zhunti ignored the disdainful looks behind him, his skin thick as ice. He turned his head and looked at the other prayer mats: the three in front had a connected aura, which looked like they were not to be trifled with; behind them was a woman, protected by a powerful aura, so it was not advisable to say anything.

Upon seeing the Kunpeng Ancestor beside him, Zhunti's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "What qualifications do you have to sit here?"