Primordial Era: Innate gourd vine, self-dismemberment

Chapter 67 Hongyun Offers Her Seat

At this moment, seeing that there were only these six futons in Zixiao Palace, Jieyin and Zhunti instantly realized that this could very well be a great opportunity.

However, the three people sitting on the first three futons, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, were all at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Their Dao Qi was connected, and they clearly came from the same source.

Their complementary and interconnected Dao energy was terrifying, seemingly concealing an extremely frightening power, and was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

In addition, given their status as the authentic descendants of Pangu, the Three Pure Ones cannot be easily offended.

Yuan Yan, who was sitting on the fourth futon, was someone they had never met before.

However, they could sense Yuan Yan's vast and unfathomable aura, and they knew in their hearts that Yuan Yan must have already broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Perfection.

Furthermore, the presence of Yuan Jie sitting behind Yuan Yan brought back painful memories of their past.

Seeing that the four Yuan Yan, Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, and Yuan Ling's auras were connected, they knew without deduction that they must be the renowned "Four Yuan".

These four Great Luo Golden Immortals, all from the same source, are even more untouchable than the Three Pure Ones.

The fifth futon where Nuwa sits is clearly of the same origin as Fuxi behind her. Their cultivation level is also at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, but their aura is obviously much stronger than Fuxi's.

Moreover, they chatted happily with Yuan Yan, Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, and Yuan Ling, showing a close and harmonious relationship, which clearly indicates that they are not easy to provoke.

Only Hongyun, who was sitting on the sixth futon, had Zhen Yuanzi behind him. Both of them were late-stage Daluo Jinxian, but Hongyun's reputation as a good-natured person had spread throughout the prehistoric world, so it seemed that it was not impossible for him to make a move!

Thinking it to themselves, Jieyin and Zhunti didn't even need to use words; they simply exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts.

Without hesitation, Zhunti moved closer to Hongyun, squeezed out a tear, and wailed, "My Western lands are suffering! Ever since the Demon Ancestor Luo detonated the earth's veins, my Western continent has become incredibly barren, and cultivation has become extremely difficult for all living beings."

"We are busy repairing the ley lines in order to revive the Western continent and save all the souls of the West, which is why we are a little late."

"Unexpectedly, he first encountered the chaotic gales in the chaos and almost perished. After overcoming countless dangers and difficulties to enter the Purple Cloud Palace, he couldn't even secure a place to stand. How miserable his fate was!"

Overwhelmed with grief, Zhunti's eyes turned bloodshot, and his emotions nearly reached a frenzy. He roared as he was about to crash into the towering jade pillar in the hall, crying out, "My fate in the West has always been bitter. Now, with no way to seek the Dao, and unable to bring any hope to the West, I might as well play dead here and end this mortal karmic bond!"

Upon seeing this, Jieyin quickly pretended to pull and stop him, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you mustn't! All the spirits of the West are waiting for us to save them! If you leave, what joy will I have left in this world? If we leave, won't the spirits of the West lose all hope?"

Jieyin also let out a loud wail, his cries mournful and desolate, adding to his tragic and helpless state.

Immediately, Jieyin and Zhunti were pulling back and forth, one saying he wanted to kill himself, the other trying to stop him, their eyes filled with tears, their cries filled with sorrow, each word lamenting the bitter cold of the West, the perilous journey, and the lack of a seat or a chance to be together.

The two cried out in a mournful and resentful voice, drawing the attention of the three thousand innate deities in the hall.

Some people remained indifferent and cold, while others secretly sneered, thinking that the two were just putting on an act to gain an opportunity.

The hall fell silent. It was unclear whether it was because Daoist Hongyun was kind-hearted and compassionate, and felt great pity for the two who were crying their hearts out, looking utterly miserable with nowhere to turn, or because he couldn't bear to see them take their own lives, pitied the hardships of cultivation in the West, or perhaps they had become mentally impaired through cultivation, or perhaps there was some other reason.

He immediately rose and stood up, looking at the weeping Jieyin and Zhunti, and said gently, "Fellow Daoists, please do not be so sad, and do not lightly abandon your own path of cultivation. I will offer this seat on my meditation cushion to you two to listen to the Dao."

As soon as Hongyun finished speaking, all three thousand innate saints in the hall showed astonishment.

The wailing of Jieyin and Zhunti paused slightly, a hint of joy flashing in their eyes amidst their astonishment.

They never imagined that their seemingly risky act would actually fool a complete idiot.

They had originally planned to take advantage of this performance to get close to Hongyun, then find an opportunity to knock him down, seize the prayer mat, and then do everything they could to protect it!

To their surprise, Hongyun actually gave in, which truly astonished them.

Surprise aside, it didn't stop Jieyin and Zhunti from climbing the pole upwards.

In an instant, while pretending to suppress his grief and appear grateful, Jieyin and Zhunti pulled Hongyun back, and Jieyin quickly sat down on the prayer mat with incredibly smooth movements.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you—" Seeing this scene, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hongyun with disappointment and frustration, feeling both speechless and helpless.

He couldn't help but think that if he had known the outcome would be like this, he certainly wouldn't have gone to such lengths to help Hongyun sit on the prayer mat. Compared to Hongyun sitting on the prayer mat and then giving the position to those two shameless villains, Jieyin and Zhunti, it would have been better to let Fuxi sit on the prayer mat.

But since things had come to this, he had no other choice!

At this moment, Jieyin sat down on the futon, and Jieyin and Zhunti couldn't help but shift their gaze to Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Yuanyan,

On Nuwa's body.

The two brothers couldn't share one meditation cushion! They couldn't resist wanting more and wanted another one.

But now, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Yuanyan, and Nuwa, who are sitting on the futons, are not to be trifled with.

After a moment's hesitation, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts:

We can't use force; we can only outsmart them.

If a fight were to break out, they had no doubt that they would be no match for the other party and might not even be able to protect this futon.

Although the Three Pure Ones do not need more prayer mats, Yuan Yan still has three younger brothers, and Nuwa still has an older brother who has not yet sat on a prayer mat!

As for how to outsmart them, an idea instantly came to mind.

Zhunti approached Nuwa, his face filled with sorrow, tears streaming down his face before he could speak. He pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please have mercy and give me the seat of the prayer mat. My senior brother, the other beings of the Western Continent, and I will forever remember your kindness."

"Hmph!" Nuwa scoffed upon hearing this, and angrily rebuked, "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you covet my futon? As far as I know, the four Daoist brothers Yuan Yan, Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, and Yuan Ling have already restored one-twentieth of the Western Continent, allowing all living beings to cultivate and multiply."

"They dare not represent all the spirits of the West, nor have they ever spoken of them. What merits have you, my fellow disciples, made? Do you dare to represent all the spirits of the West? Do you dare to say that if you perish, there will be no hope left for the West?"

"This—this—" Faced with Nuwa's question, Zhunti was speechless.

Did he and Jieyin repair the earth veins of the Western continent?

Of course!

However, apart from barely preventing the ancestral vein of Mount Sumeru from deteriorating further, their achievements were meager and unremarkable, far from comparable to those of the four Yuan Yan brothers.

If this were actually said out loud, I would truly lose all face and dignity.

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