Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

Chapter 79 The Heads of Male and Female Immortals, Di Jun and Hou Tu

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun secretly deduced the secrets of heaven and learned that the Eastern King Duke was being chased by ferocious beasts in the East Sea. At this moment, he could no longer hold back his emotions.

Yang Hui was knocked unconscious by Tianlu on the spot, and Mu Gong didn't even get close to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Where is justice?

How did this primordial trend deviate to such an absurd degree?

and many more!

Hongjun felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

I am the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven; it seems that the principles of Heaven reside with me.

Ah!

That's fine.

As long as the outcome aligns with the workings of Heaven, the process is unimportant; it's enough that someone sits in the position of the head of the male and female immortals.

Just as Hongjun was pondering how to smooth things over, a figure clad in a golden crow imperial robe and exuding an aura of domineering royalty suddenly stood up in front of the hall.

It was Di Jun, who bowed deeply to Hongjun.

"I hereby report to the Dao Ancestor: Since Mu Gong was unable to hear the Great Dao, I, Di Jun, volunteer to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the head of the male immortals, to share the burden for the Dao Ancestor, and to establish order for the primordial world!"

Hongjun looked at Dijun who had stepped forward and sighed inwardly, but he could only go with the flow.

"Fine."

"Di Jun, you are the essence of the great sun, a three-legged golden crow in human form, born with the pure yang aura of an emperor, and are therefore qualified to be the head of the male immortals."

After saying that, Hongjun waved his sleeve, and a dragon-headed cane, entirely purple-gold and exuding a majestic dragon aura, appeared out of thin air and slowly floated down in front of Dijun.

"This is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Dragon Head Staff, which I bestow upon you to suppress the male immortal's fortune."

Di Jun was overjoyed and quickly accepted the gift with both hands, bowing loudly in gratitude.

Then, Hongjun's gaze swept over the many female immortals present again, and he asked in a calm tone.

"Now that the head of the male immortals has been chosen, is there any female immortal among you who is willing to succeed Yang Hui as the head of the female immortals?"

Upon hearing this, the many female immortals looked at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment no one dared to respond.

Who knows what conditions are required to become the leader of the female immortals? They are not of the purest yin energy, so how could they possibly become the leader of the female immortals?!

None of the female immortals agreed.

However, Houtu, the Earth Ancestral Witch among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, knew very well that the demon race and the witch race established by Emperor Jun Taiyi were destined to be mortal enemies.

Although it is unknown why the fortunes of both clans did not converge, this does not negate this point.

Now, Di Jun has secured the position of the top male immortal, receiving the blessings of Heaven's righteousness and fortune.

If the demon race or a female immortal who is attached to the demon race were to obtain the position of the head of the female immortals, the witch race would be in an extremely passive position.

Thinking of this, Houtu immediately took a step forward, her body surging with a powerful aura of the Earth Law.

"Dao Ancestor, Houtu volunteered to serve as the head of this female immortal family!"

Hongjun looked at Houtu standing below and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

A female immortal who doesn't cultivate her primordial spirit but only her physical body comes to become the leader of all primordial spirit cultivators in the prehistoric world.

This is absolutely absurd!

It doesn't matter who the head of the male and female immortals is; it's enough that they are appointed.

Thinking of this, Hongjun suppressed the absurdity in his heart and nodded slightly.

"Since that's the case, then let Houtu be granted the title of the head of the female immortals and given command over all the female immortals of the primordial world."

"You are a descendant of Pangu, and are qualified to serve!"

As for spiritual treasures, since the Ancestral Witches had no primordial spirit and could not refine innate spiritual treasures, Hongjun simply kept quiet about it, even skipping the formality of bestowing treasures.

Tianlu, who was lying on the cloud, witnessed the whole process and his eyes were filled with a look of existential disbelief.

It's normal that Dongwang Gongren is nowhere to be found and cannot serve as the head of the male immortals.

It's perfectly normal that Yang Hui was knocked unconscious by his own slap and couldn't become the head of the female immortals.

But the final result was a bit outrageous!

Di Jun became the head of the male immortals, and Hou Tu became the head of the female immortals.

If I remember correctly, the head of the male immortals and the head of the female immortals, in the setting of the Heavenly Dao, are not only leaders who govern all immortals, but also Daoist couples who are the convergence of Yin and Yang, right?

Di Jun and Hou Tu?

The supreme Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, and one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan?

These two mortal enemies, destined to fight to the death, have now become a pair of nominal Daoist partners appointed by the Heavenly Dao.

Tianlu couldn't help but cover his eyes with his paws.

"This primordial world has truly gone mad!"

"Absolutely amazing!"

The matter of Di Jun and Hou Tu being designated as the heads of the male and female immortals had just ended.

Many of the innate deities felt no envy, only resentment.

It was the unwillingness to accept the primordial purple energy that led to the final decision on the ownership of the six prayer mats: the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Zhunti each occupied one.

The last two wisps of purple energy ended up in the pockets of the kind-hearted Hongyun and the Western Guide.

The outcome is already decided; he has no chance of attaining the throne.

Since the opportunity to become a saint has been completely severed, in order to preserve oneself and continue the lineage in this prehistoric world full of dangers and the possibility of a great calamity at any time, one must rely on powerful external objects.

Powerful innate spiritual treasures were naturally what they desired. The Dao Ancestor had traveled the primordial world for countless years; there was no reason for him to lack spiritual treasures.

They don't want the Primordial Purple Qi, can they? They want spiritual treasures, okay?

It's unclear who started it, but a suppressed sobbing suddenly echoed through the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of weeping spread like wildfire.

Those powerful beings who were usually high above and mighty in the primordial world were now kneeling on both knees, disregarding their dignity, and kowtowing to Hongjun repeatedly.

The mournful cries echoed throughout the hall, blending together into a single sound.

It is important to understand that the workings of nature are governed by balance and cause and effect.

Since Hongjun had gathered most of the primordial fortune, he preached the Dao three times in Zixiao Palace, thereby uniting himself with the Dao.

After achieving Dao, one can no longer use innate spiritual treasures, so it's better to give them away to enhance one's reputation.

Thinking of this, Hongjun slightly raised his hand, and the crying stopped instantly.

"You should not act like such childish children."

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one is hidden away. All things in this world have a glimmer of hope."

"In my early years, I traveled through the primordial world and obtained many innate spiritual treasures. Now that I am about to merge with the Dao, these spiritual treasures are of no use to me."

"Deep in the chaos to the southeast of Zixiao Palace, there is a cliff called Treasure Sharing Cliff."

"On the cliff are the magical treasures I have collected over the years."

"You may go there on your own and obtain the treasure according to your own fate."

Hongjun's words had not yet completely faded in the empty hall, and even the lingering echo of the last syllable was still reverberating in the air.

A sudden change occurred.

Tianlu, who had been lying there leisurely, sent a divine thought into Nuwa's mind.

"Let's go! Let's grab the treasure!"

As soon as the telepathic message was finished, Tianlu's fluffy tail suddenly curled up, tightly binding Yang Hui, who was still unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, he transformed into a streak of light, followed by a deafening boom.

The purple-bronze gate of Zixiao Palace was actually smashed open by Tianlu's golden body.

The golden light that Tianlu transformed into dragged the unconscious Yang Hui and sped off in the direction Hongjun had indicated.