Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

The voice of Dao Ancestor Hongjun remained calm and still, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water.

The primordial purple energy shot towards Taiyi's brow.

Taiyi raised an eyebrow, snorted, and opened his Dao Domain. The Chaos Bell inside vibrated spontaneously, instantly capturing the Primordial Purple Qi and fixing it in place.

If it weren't for the power of the Chaos Bell, this primordial purple energy would have directly entered the primordial spirit.

Just as everyone was confused by the situation, Taiyi slowly spoke, saying:

"Dao Ancestor, I do not wish to become a saint. Let this Primordial Purple Qi be given to someone else!"

After saying that, he flicked his hand.

The primordial purple energy that everyone dreamed of but could never obtain was actually thrown back by Taiyi as if it were trash.

A hint of emotion finally appeared on Hongjun's usually expressionless face as he stared at Taiyi for a long time.

This young man seems to have grand ambitions, and it seems he is determined to oppose him.

"Teacher, Taiyi does not want the holy position, but I desire it! Please grant me this opportunity, Teacher!"

At this moment, a voice rang out in Zixiao Palace.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was none other than Kunpeng.

"Please grant me your guidance, teacher!"

The Styx Ancestor reacted immediately and spoke up loudly.

"Please grant me your guidance, teacher!!!"

Immediately, almost everyone knelt down and shouted.

The only ones who were still confused about the situation were Xuanzun and Mingzun, as well as Hongyun Laozu who had no interest in the matter, and Taiyi, Ziwei and other gods of the Heavenly Court.

"Very well, then let it be."

With a sigh, Hongjun waved his hand.

The primordial purple aura swirled continuously within the Purple Cloud Palace. Taiyi sneered inwardly, fully opening his Dao Domain to envelop the gods of the Heavenly Court. He then used the Chaos Bell to suppress the surroundings, making it difficult for the primordial purple aura to approach.

If Hongjun were to forcefully intervene, everyone would surely question why the Primordial Purple Qi was so insistent on being given to Taiyi, and why Taiyi could refuse it no matter what.

Seeing this, Hongjun was filled with rage.

He originally intended to slip it to Taiyi amidst the chaos, but he didn't expect the guy to be so cautious.

Also, where did the other party find out about these things?

Why can he resist the temptation to become a saint?

The primordial purple energy drifted in the sky and finally landed on the Red Cloud Ancestor.

Hongyun Patriarch was almost stunned, standing there with his face flushed red.

It wasn't from excitement, but from fear.

What merit or ability does he possess to be ranked alongside the previous six?

He subconsciously glanced at the Kunpeng Ancestor not far away out of the corner of his eye, but at this moment his head was down, and his expression could not be seen.

Further away, the Styx Ancestor's eyes were glowing with a scarlet light, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the sword hilt were as white as bone.

The primordial purple energy entered Hongyun's brow, and the kind old man shivered, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Clearly, he was now being watched by everyone.

The holy throne has been decided.

Some were delighted, some were relieved, and countless eyes began to gleam.

Hongjun Daozu seemed completely unconcerned about all of this, as if the Heavenly Dao itself was simply making the most appropriate arrangements according to the established rules.

"Now that the Holy Throne has been established, the future will be ordained by Heaven. I, the humble Daoist, intend to unite with the Dao. Outside the palace lies a treasure cliff, upon which are placed treasures I obtained during my travels through the primordial chaos. You have followed me and listened to my teachings for many years; today, each of you may take your share of the treasures according to your own destiny."

With a wave of his whisk, the Dao Ancestor caused the scene before them to change abruptly, and they were transported from the main hall of Zixiao Palace to a chaotic void.

A colossal rock, of unparalleled size, floated in the void. Its surface was mottled and covered with Dao patterns, surrounded by a chaotic aura, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of light burst forth from the crowd, heading straight for the Treasure Dividing Rock.

The Celestial Venerable of Morality walked at the forefront, unhurried and with his long sleeves fluttering.

A magnificent pagoda shone brightly overhead, its ethereal aura forcing the chaos to retreat.

That is the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, a treasure of acquired merit.

He approached the Treasure-Dividing Rock, where a map and a scroll at the highest point of the rock flew up on their own and landed in his palm.

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, covered a spot with the Pangu Banner, and casually took many innate spiritual treasures.

Lingbao Tianzun was the most flamboyant of all. Instead of vying for the most precious treasures at the highest point, he stopped at the rock waist and laughed loudly. Before his laughter subsided, four ancient swords with murderous auras soaring into the sky, along with an array diagram, enveloped an area and absorbed it all.

Nuwa took the map of mountains and rivers and the red embroidered ball. The landscape was as beautiful as a painting, and the red string tied them together. These were things that were destined for her.

Seeing that many treasures already had owners, the two Western Saints hurriedly stepped forward, but none of them had a good treasure to hold onto any area. Only the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand could sweep the treasures into it one by one.

Taiyi silently took out the Chaos Bell, covered a large area, and collected all the treasures inside before stopping.

If you take some, Hongjun won't say anything.

If they really take all of these away, Hongjun will definitely step in.

As for the other powerful individuals, they fought amongst themselves, but dared not actually engage in a full-blown fight.

This is the Daoist ancestral temple; who dares to be presumptuous?

Only the Old Ancestor Hongyun obtained very little. He had no ambition to compete for anything and only picked up a few ordinary-looking innate spiritual treasures. The last wisp of primordial purple energy had already made him restless, so he had no mind to snatch any treasures.

On the Treasure-Dividing Rock, the precious light gradually faded.

Most of the treasures that could be found have already fallen into human hands.

Only a very few treasures, either born with an owner or whose destiny has not yet arrived, remain buried deep in the primordial wilderness.

The voice of Hongjun Daozu rang out for the last time: "Our fate has run its course. You should all return to your respective Daoist temples. I, the humble Daoist, will now unite with the Heavenly Dao to complete it."

After he finished speaking, chaos surged outside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the palace and slowly closed his eyes.

The fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation within his body vibrated and emitted sounds of Taoism.

This sound pierced through chaos, crossed the primordial wilderness, and reached the very source of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun's body began to become transparent.

It is not dissipating, but rather merging with some indescribable, grand existence.

His Taoist robes fluttered without wind, and every strand of his hair and every part of his body began to bear the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

"combine."

The moment the word was uttered, heaven and earth trembled.

The Purple Cloud Palace was suddenly shut down.

Hongjun's figure grew increasingly faint, like a drop of water finally falling into the ocean.

His will is dissolving, and he will become selfless and egoless; his emotions are being stripped away, and he will become indifferent to joy and sorrow.

He is becoming the rule itself.

All living beings in the primordial world looked up.

A sudden realization dawned on the minds of all the innate deities—

From this day forward, Hongjun is the Heavenly Dao.

In the void, Hongjun's last remaining humanity turned into a long sigh, which was then swallowed up by endless Daoist energy.

A streak of purple light traversed the chaos; it was the last vestige of the Jade Disc of Creation.

The light dissipated.

Hongjun is no longer in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun is the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao is not Hongjun.

All the gods bowed their heads in unison, respectfully sending off the Dao Ancestor as he merged with the Dao.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, the Daoist aura gradually dissipated.

The three Pure Ones exchanged a glance and left first.

Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu, and others also left one after another.

The gods filed out and returned to their respective places.

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Zixiao Palace, his golden eyes gazing into the depths of chaos, remaining silent for a long time.

Emperor Ziwei stood beside him and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the Dao Ancestor has merged with the Dao and is no longer bound by any constraints. The fate of the primordial world is truly in Your Majesty's hands."

"The time has come, go back and prepare!"

Taiyi smiled slightly, a smile that held a deeper meaning.