Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

After achieving sainthood, Hongjun Laozu immediately began to deduce the future using the Creation Jade Disc.

He saw the original heavenly secret: the sun was supposed to produce two emperors, Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were supposed to be brothers, establish the Demon Court, rule over all demons, and then fight against the Wu Clan. In the end, both sides were severely injured, paving the way for the rise of the human race.

This is the plan of Heaven, the trajectory set since the beginning of time.

But now, Dijun is gone, and Taiyi reigns supreme.

The Heavenly Court was established ahead of schedule, the demon race had not yet risen, and the human race had not yet flourished. Everything had deviated from its original course.

"Taiyi... just what kind of variable are you?"

Hongjun muttered to himself, his face quite grim.

He tried to deduce the secrets of heaven again, but found that Taiyi's future was in chaos, and even he, after becoming a saint, could not see it clearly.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, no one knew of the Dao Ancestor's shock.

On the vast and desolate land, all races still clamored.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Court stands majestically.

The thirty-three heavenly palaces are layered upon each other, with white jade steps, golden pillars supporting the sky, and innate Dao patterns flowing endlessly.

The Lingxiao Palace stands high in the center of the thirty-third heaven, its magnificent buildings draped with chaotic energy like curtains, and the divine light of the sun shining in all directions.

Taiyi sat high on the imperial throne, looking down at the more than three hundred star lords. His voice was as loud as the sun and the bell, and he said: "I hereby confer upon the Ziwei Star Lord the title of Ziwei Emperor, who will govern the primordial starry sky, command all the star gods, and hold the power of the imperial star. An imperial palace will be established in the Ziwei Star Region to assist me in governing the Heavenly Court and to forever guard the Milky Way."

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your divine grace!"

The Purple Star Lord bowed deeply in gratitude, and the purple-gold imperial aura soared to the heavens.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

All the stars offered their congratulations, their light and the chimes resonating throughout the heavens.

After the Heavenly Court was established, all the star lords, along with the fortune of the entire primordial planet, converged on the great sun, which transformed into a golden dragon above the Heavenly Court.

The golden dragon held the sun in its mouth, its golden light dazzling and so bright that it could not be looked at directly, enveloping the entire Heavenly Court.

The Chaos Bell suppresses destiny, is guarded by countless stars, and wins the hearts of all gods.

In the primordial secret realm, within the Pangu Palace.

The twelve ancestral witches sat on either side, with Dijiang, one of the twelve ancestral witches, being the first on the left.

Dijiang was born with mastery of the laws of space. With a flap of his wings, he could traverse the chaos and travel millions of miles in an instant. As the leader of the twelve Ancestral Witches, he was unparalleled in speed.

The first one on the right is Zhu Jiuyin, who was born with the power to control the laws of time. When his eyes are open, it is day; when they are closed, it is night. He can travel back to the past and the future with a single thought. He is the most mysterious and powerful of the Ancestral Witches.

The ancestral shamans, including Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, Tianwu, Shebishi, Xuanming, and Houtu, sat in order.

"Now some hairy beast has established a Heavenly Court, become the Heavenly Emperor, and even claims to be the Lord of the Primordial World! There's also some so-called Sage who, upon his birth, forced us to kneel on the ground—it's an utter disgrace!" Dijiang said indignantly.

He felt ashamed whenever he thought about what had happened before.

What kind of beings are the Witch Clan? They are the direct descendants of the Father God, formed from his essence and blood!

The twelve ancestral witches were even the blood and sweat of Pangu!

Now they're actually kneeling before some saint! It's infuriating just thinking about it!

"Brother is right! If we weren't outside the Pangu Palace, how could we kneel before that damned sage!" Zhu Rong roared in fury upon hearing this, slamming his fist on the table and rising to his feet.

Gonggong wholeheartedly agreed, slamming his hand on the table in agreement: "Sixth Brother is right! I hope I don't run into that damned sage! Otherwise, I'll break his legs!"

"Alright, alright." Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin quickly reached out to soothe him, saying, "That Hongjun is not someone to be trifled with. Just his power as a saint, even from a distance of who knows how many miles away, was enough to force us brothers to kneel. If we were face to face, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill us."

"What kind of thing is this sage? How can he be so powerful? Could he be a Primordial Golden Immortal?" Tianwu wondered with apprehension.

Shebi Shi shouted nonchalantly, "Little sister, tell me, among us, only you can see through those damn secrets of heaven. Tell me what's going on!"

Houtu looked helpless and closed her eyes to calculate.

This method of divination used by the Ancestral Witch was not something she alone knew, but for some reason, none of her brothers and sisters were able to find any clues from those incredibly complicated heavenly secrets.

To put it bluntly, it's a lack of patience and a lack of composure.

None of the ancestral witches dared to disturb Houtu; they all stared at her expectantly.

It wasn't until quite a while later.

Houtu finally opened her eyes, her face solemn, and said gravely, "Brothers and sisters, you must never call the Sage by his name outside the palace, and you must never speak disrespectfully to the Sage, or it will be a calamity for us all."

"Huh? Then what kind of sage is that? Isn't he just like that thieving God?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.

Houtu nodded solemnly and said, "That's right, the sage is indeed at the Hunyuan Daluo realm, but what he has attained is not the Great Dao but the Heavenly Dao."

This is precisely why, within the scope of the Primordial Heavenly Dao, Sages are even more terrifying than Primordial Great Luo Immortals; as long as the Primordial World exists, Sages will not perish.

"hiss……"

These words also made the ancestral witches realize the power of the sage.

Just then, a majestic voice echoed from the sky above the primordial wilderness.

"I am Hongjun, and I have now attained sainthood. Feeling the hardship of all beings in heaven and earth seeking the Dao, I will establish the Zixiao Palace, a Daoist temple, in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Those who are destined may come to the Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now to hear me expound the Great Dao."

These words caused an uproar throughout the primordial world.

Even the old-timers who survived the great calamity of the ferocious beasts couldn't stand it anymore.

They had devoted themselves to cultivation for many years, but their cultivation had not progressed at all after the great calamity of the three races.

Although they knew this was the will of Heaven, they were powerless to change it and, after many years of searching, could not find a solution.

But Hongjun suddenly announced his sainthood, displaying the might of a saint. They wanted to ask him for guidance, but did not know how to seek him out.

Now, Hongjun is about to preach.

How could we possibly miss such a grand event?

From the long-silent mountains and lakes, figures emerged and soared straight into the sky.

Not only the old relics, but even the new elites of the primordial world set off for the Chaos, intending to enter the Purple Cloud Palace.

Amidst the sea of ​​blood, the Styx's figure moved like the wind.

A streak of red cloud streaked across the sky.

In the Northern Sea, a great roc spreads its wings.

Everywhere you look, you see people with great supernatural powers.

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. The fastest way to leave the primordial world and enter the chaos is to climb Mount Buzhou, cross the thirty-three heavens, and reach the chaos.

"Elder brother, this is a great opportunity, we siblings should also go!" Houtu was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly said.

The Dharma should not be transmitted lightly, let alone the Dharma for attaining enlightenment.

Since Hongjun was willing to give a lecture, how could they possibly miss such a grand event?

"Alright! We'll go too! But when we return, we'll have to discuss the expansion of the Witch Clan. The trend of the world is that we're not advancing, but retreating!"

Now that the three races have fallen and all races have risen, it is time for us to dominate the primordial world!

"What the Father left behind, cannot be entrusted to the hands of others!"

"That's right! The primordial world of Father God should rightfully be ruled by us!"

"What you say is very true, elder brother. The primordial world rightfully belongs to us, the true descendants of Pangu!"

At Houtu's urging, the twelve ancestral witches unanimously agreed to go.