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

Chapter 81 The Holy Ones Weep, the Dao Ancestor Sighs

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The Three Pure Ones and other deities stared at the empty Treasure Sharing Cliff, at a loss for what to do, standing frozen amidst the churning chaotic air currents.

What's going on?!

Didn't the Dao Ancestor say that on this Treasure Sharing Cliff, there are many innate spiritual treasures waiting for a destined person to claim them?!

Where is Lingbao?!

How come I didn't see any of them?!

You have to understand, they braved the raging chaotic air currents and risked their lives to rush to this place as quickly as possible, full of joy that they could return with a full load in this treasure-sharing feast.

As a result, the huge Treasure Sharing Cliff was completely bare, cleaner than if it had been licked by a dog.

All the gods' gazes involuntarily converged on the golden auspicious beast in front of them.

Tianlu stood comfortably in the void, his eyes perhaps revealing a playful interest.

The Sanqing and the others were extremely aggrieved. They knew with their own eyes that this was definitely the work of that shameless Pixiu.

However, recalling the painful experience of being struck by divine lightning from the heavens for a mere hint of hostility towards the Pixiu back at Buzhou Mountain, everyone swallowed their questions.

They dared not question Tianlu and could only keep it to themselves.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones and other renowned deities of the prehistoric world suffer setbacks, Tianlu felt extremely pleased.

Don't blame me, it's all the fault of Heaven!

How many times have they set this up already?!

They even set him up!

Tianlu muttered to himself, then turned and slowly walked back towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

As for the enormous Treasure Dividing Cliff, in Tianlu's eyes it was nothing more than a slightly larger piece of chaotic rock.

Without the blessing of those thousands of innate spiritual treasures, this broken stone doesn't even qualify to be swallowed into his stomach space and undergo a postnatal to innate transformation.

It's not worth much.

Seeing Tianlu swagger away, Nuwa and Yang Hui exchanged a glance, both with a helpless smile on their faces, and then followed him.

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Zhen Yuanzi, and other deities remained unwilling to give up, continuously scanning the area around the Treasure Distribution Cliff, their vast divine thoughts intertwining...

The net explores this chaotic void inch by inch.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they simply couldn't have a magic weapon.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to accept this cruel reality and return to Zixiao Palace dejectedly.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the three thousand holy beings gradually returned and took their seats in their respective places, making the atmosphere in the entire hall seem particularly eerie.

On the high platform, Hongjun's body was filled with Daoist energy. He was about to speak and begin his final five hundred years of sermon.

Unexpectedly, many deities below the main hall suddenly broke down emotionally, kneeling down and weeping.

"Dao Ancestor!"

"You don't need to lie to us like this!"

"There are clearly no magical treasures on that Treasure Sharing Cliff."

"All that's left is a bare, chaotic rock!"

"We have endured countless hardships and cultivated ourselves in the primordial wilderness to finally arrive at Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao, hoping to be bestowed with some protective items. But alas, it has all been for naught!"

The sudden wailing echoed through the empty Zixiao Palace, sounding especially mournful.

Because they cared about their own reputation, the top deities such as the Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, and Taiyi did not whine and make a scene like the lower-level deities. Instead, they sat upright on their prayer mats, pretending to be calm.

Tianlu lay on his cloud, yawning listlessly, his front paws crossed, and he rested his head on them.

Witnessing the scene of so many holy figures wailing and crying, I was secretly laughing to myself.

So what if it was me who did this?

Nobody saw me make a move, and even if someone did, what could they do to me?

Even though you, Hongjun, are the representative of the Heavenly Dao, you still can't do anything to me.

Hongjun sat on the futon above, and seeing the crowd below crying and making a fuss, he remained silent for a moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the phantom of the Creation Jade Disc slowly appeared above his head, with profound and mysterious laws of heaven descending down, as he began to secretly deduce the secrets of heaven.

In just a short while, Hongjun learned the whole story that had happened on the Treasure Sharing Cliff.

When he saw Tianlu use its supreme laws of fortune to gather the fortune of three thousand saints and transform it into a giant hand, throwing all the spiritual treasures into the primordial world, Hongjun's lips twitched involuntarily.

Knowing it was Tianlu Qian, what could he do?

This Pixiu is a favorite of the Great Dao, and even the Heavenly Dao has to be wary of it. How can a Heavenly Dao representative who has not yet fully merged with the Dao possibly manage it?

I'm too lazy to talk about Tianlu.

A moment later, Hongjun slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness.

"For some unknown reason, Lingbao has already left the Treasure Dividing Cliff and fallen into the primordial world."

"Once this sermon is completely over, you may go to the primordial world to search for treasures. Whatever opportunity is destined for you, you will surely obtain it."

Upon hearing this, the gods who had been wailing instantly fell silent.

Although they still felt some regret for not being able to directly obtain the spiritual treasures, since the Dao Ancestor had spoken, it meant that those spiritual treasures were still in the primordial world. As long as they searched diligently, they would eventually have a chance.

Upon hearing this, all the holy beings immediately shouted in unison.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful!"

Afterwards, the solemn and dignified atmosphere returned to Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun composed himself and began to expound on the sermon for the remaining five hundred years.

In the last five hundred years, Hongjun spoke of more profound and obscure things, involving the underlying logic of the operation of the Heavenly Dao and the mysteries of the sage's position.

Golden lotuses bloomed in the void, and endless Dao sounds transformed into tangible runes, merging into the bodies of all the gods.

Tianlu listened with little interest; these laws of heaven were of little use to him, a Hunyuan Golden Immortal who cultivated the laws of the Great Dao.

He simply closed his eyes and began to comprehend the laws and principles he had come to understand.

Five hundred years is but a fleeting moment for the ancient gods.

At this moment, Hongjun finished his sermon, and the strange phenomena surrounding him dissipated. His gaze swept over the three thousand mortals below.

"The sermon is finished. Do you still have any questions? I can answer them for you."

The Purple Cloud Palace was silent. The many deities were still trying to digest the supreme Dao they had just heard, and almost no one raised any questions at this time.

But among the Three Pure Ones sitting in the front row, Taiqing Laozi slowly opened his eyes, stood up, respectfully bowed, and asked a question.

"Master, there is something I don't understand. Why is that Fellow Daoist Tianlu so protected by the Heavenly Dao?"

"When the innate gourd vine was first born on Mount Buzhou, we merely sought to seize its opportunity. Yet, the moment we made a move, we were all punished by divine lightning from the Heavenly Dao. Why is that?"

Taiqing Laozi's question instantly resonated with the many deities present at Buzhou Mountain.

Why is it that everyone else is born as a deity, but this Pixiu can roam freely in the primordial world, even protected by the Heavenly Dao?