Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

What? You're saying the Heavenly Court is in charge of the West?

Shouldn't the Heavenly Court be in charge of all places and things in the primordial world?

Why did Jieyin and Zhunti need to take a vow?

You are absolutely right. The Ancestral Dragon, who is still deep in the four seas filling the sea eye with his own body, gives you a thumbs up.

Yuanhuang and Yuanfeng, who reside in the eternally immortal volcano, give you a thumbs up.

The Qilin, which has transformed into an auspicious Chihuahua, gives you a thumbs up as you travel the world.

That's what they all think: shouldn't everything in the primordial world be under our control?

Why do you scoundrels dare to fight me?!

Hongjun silently gave a thumbs up from the shadows, saying, "What you say is very true. The prehistoric world should have more beings like you."

However, Hongjun was so angry that he was about to die.

Even with his years of cultivating his inner strength, he couldn't withstand Taiyi's unreasonable and disruptive behavior.

He tolerated the fact that people brought their families to listen to the sermon.

He tolerated the humiliation inflicted upon the ancestral witch and future head of male immortals at the entrance of his temple.

He still held back when it came to vying for the throne.

Now that the emperor is demanding the entire West with just a few words, he can no longer tolerate it.

Taiichi, what are you trying to do?!

Just because you're the ruler of Heaven, you dare to challenge the Western Wilderness. If you were to become a saint one day, would you even dare to fight me?

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An invisible pressure descended from the high platform with a thunderous roar, as if the sky were collapsing, the earth were overturning, and chaos was being reborn.

The oppressive aura, indiscriminate in direction and distance, instantly filled every corner of the Purple Cloud Palace.

It is not targeted at any one person, but covers all living beings in the temple.

From the six prayer cushions at the very front to the edge of the crowd at the very back.

Thousands of innate deities prostrated themselves at this moment.

That is the power of a sage, the blessing of Heaven upon the sage, and the crushing of all things by the origin of Heaven.

Whether they were Great Luo Golden Immortals or Hunyuan Golden Immortals, almost all of them were pressed to the ground by the pressure at close range.

Inside the hall, thousands of figures bowed low, like plants broken by a gale.

Only Taiyi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not yet knelt down.

The twelve ancestral witches roared furiously, revealing their true forms. They refused to kneel, but were still forced to kneel on one knee with their heads bowed.

Taiyi stood on the fifth futon, his golden eyes slightly narrowed, his back straight as a spear.

The Sun Domain compressed to its limit, protecting only itself, and operated wildly within its body. The Chaos Bell trembled violently in its sea of ​​consciousness, and the River Chart and Luo Book intertwined to alleviate the immense pressure.

The sacred flames of the sun surged from his body, directly confronting the aura of a saint.

He did not kneel, but blood was splattering everywhere, his legs were crushed and torn apart, and his calves were almost completely obliterated.

With an imposing aura, he supported that mountain.

His imposing presence was like the heavens, and he held up that heaven.

Taiyi's golden eyes were fixed on the high platform, his bones creaking and cracking, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his back remained straight and his head held high.

The majesty of the Heavenly Emperor forbids him from kneeling before anyone.

Even a saint cannot do that.

I don't know how much time has passed; perhaps it was a moment, perhaps a century.

The oppressive aura receded like a tide.

Only then did everyone realize that someone was already sitting upright on the futon on the high platform.

With white hair, white beard, and white robes, his face was calm and composed, and he was surrounded by a faint purple-gold light.

He sat there as if the very heavens were sitting there, as if he had always existed on that high platform since ancient times, unchanged.

Hongjun, the sage, has personally arrived.

The hundreds of primordial deities inside the hall bowed their heads in unison, no longer daring to be presumptuous.

Whether they are Great Luo Golden Immortals or Hunyuan Golden Immortals, they are all as insignificant as dust before a sage.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to mention offering them a seat again.

The Eastern King Duke lowered his head, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Zhu Rong extinguished his flames and stood obediently at the back.

Even the Three Pure Ones nodded slightly to show their respect.

Taiyi slowly withdrew his Solar Dao Domain, raised his hand to wipe away the golden bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and his golden eyes remained calm as water.

He did not bow his head, but merely nodded slightly as a form of greeting.

Hongjun's gaze swept across the hall, pausing slightly as he passed Taiyi. A subtle, unfathomable meaning flashed in his eyes, which seemed to see through eternity.

"sit."

A single word, like a gentle spring breeze, instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere in the hall.

Taiyi sat down as instructed, and no one dared to utter another word.

The gates of Zixiao Palace closed slowly and silently.

The sage's sermon is about to begin.

Before beginning his sermon, Hongjun's calm, still eyes gazed at Taiyi, then at the Ancestral Witch, and he said indifferently, "Now that you have seen the Sage, why do you not bow?"

"We are the true descendants of Pangu, of the bloodline of the Father God. In this life, we will only worship the Father God, not the sages!" Dijiang replied in a deep voice.

The ancestral witches stood behind him, without uttering a word.

Taiyi also spoke up to explain: "As the Heavenly Emperor, I hold the highest position and only worship Heaven and Earth, not the Sages."

Hongjun nodded slightly, acknowledging their words.

In reality, it was a helpless move. Both the Ancestral Witch and Taiyi were important members of the current stage of the prehistoric world, and even though he was a saint, he could not be moved lightly.

Above the sages, there is the Way of Heaven.

A sage is merely invincible and can do whatever he wants within the limits permitted by the Way of Heaven, but that does not mean he can do whatever he wants.

This is one of the reasons why Taiyi is not afraid of him.

After Taiyi survives the Lich Tribulation, even if he no longer bears the Mandate of Heaven, Hongjun will have already merged with the Heavenly Dao and will be restricted by it.

As long as you don't want to destroy the Primordial World, you don't need to worry about the other side.

As for the other saints?

By then, it will be impossible to know who will be stronger or weaker.

Looking at the scene before him, Hongjun thought about how he couldn't possibly give the position of saint to the four disciples in front of him and not the two disciples behind him, but instead give it to the two people in the west in the crowd.

How can one gain approval by acting in this way?

He stated frankly, "This futon is for accepting disciples. You, the Heavenly Emperor, truly wish to become my disciple?"

Taiyi understood Hongjun's meaning, but he was not afraid. He sat on the futon and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Although I do not wish to become a disciple of a sage, I can give up this opportunity. But why should Ziwei give up this opportunity?"

Hongjun turned his gaze to Ziwei, who immediately felt an immense pressure, but still managed to say, "Your Majesty is absolutely right."

"What do you intend to do?" Hongjun asked, glancing at Taiyi.

"I have already spoken to my two Western friends," Taiyi replied with a smile.

"That's impossible!"

Jieyin and Zhunti shouted in unison.

Jieyin added, "Your Majesty is wise. It is not that we two are unwilling, but that the West belongs to all living beings, not just to us two."

"We beseech the Sage to make the decision!" Zhunti also bowed to Hongjun.

"This move is indeed inappropriate," Hongjun also spoke up appropriately.

"Since a sage has spoken, then I will concede." Taiyi bowed to Hongjun, then rose and addressed Jieyin and Zhunti:

"As you two previously agreed, Fellow Daoist Ziwei and I will each choose a spiritual treasure, and I will give this spot to you."

Jieyin and Zhunti both looked at Hongjun again, but Hongjun looked at them coldly and did not say anything.

If these two weren't divinely ordained saints, he wouldn't care about such trivial matters; taking in the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa would have been enough.

Seeing that Hongjun did not answer, the two could only sigh and say, "Your Majesty said this earlier to compensate Fellow Daoist Ziwei, not for Your Majesty's sake."

If Your Majesty wishes to become a disciple, then so be it; if not, one of my brothers and I may become a disciple of the Sage.

Therefore, fellow Daoist, you should only choose one item. If His Majesty has mercy on the West, then grant it to the two of us.