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

Taiqing Laozi's question surprised Hongjun slightly.

He glanced at Tianlu, who was lying there seemingly asleep, and after a moment of silence, slowly began to explain.

"Tianlu is no ordinary primordial being; he is the darling of the Great Dao, the son of the Great Dao."

"The depth of its roots and the length of its fortune far exceed your imagination. Therefore, it is protected by the Way of Heaven, impervious to all laws, and warded off by all evil."

Upon hearing these words, the hearts of the many holy beings present were immediately filled with shock and awe.

Son of the road? !

In this era where the Heavenly Dao reigns supreme over the primordial world, the Great Dao has long since faded into obscurity.

This seemingly greedy and shameless Pixiu is actually the legendary darling of the Great Dao!

No wonder he dared to act recklessly in Zixiao Palace; no wonder the Heavenly Dao not only didn't punish him, but even helped him punish others.

Upon hearing this, Taiqing Laozi immediately understood.

"I see, I understand now, and I have no further doubts."

Having said that, Taiqing Laozi sat down, and the slight resentment in his heart completely vanished.

Fighting against the Heavenly Dao might offer a glimmer of hope, but contending with the chosen one of the Great Dao is like an old man eating poison—it's a recipe for disaster.

At that moment, Di Jun, who was sitting in the back, suddenly remembered something and stood up to ask.

"May I ask our ancestor, why did our demon race fail to establish itself and proclaim it to heaven and earth?!"

"Why hasn't the demon race's destiny, which should have been gathered, finally materialized?!"

Di Jun's words were full of anxiety and confusion. The establishment of the demon race was the core of his plan to dominate the prehistoric world. Without the gathering of fortune, the demon race would not be legitimate.

Hongjun did not answer Dijun's words directly, but instead looked at Tianlu.

Tianlu felt Hongjun's gaze, but simply turned over lazily and continued to close his eyes to rest, adopting an attitude of indifference.

Seeing this, Hongjun sighed inwardly and could only speak helplessly.

"Tianlu is the son of the Great Dao, possessing great supernatural powers, and can control all the blessings and fortunes in the world, as well as the destiny of all living beings."

"If your demon race is unable to gather its fortune, you can go to him for help. This matter is not within the established rules of the Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun was incredulous, as if struck by lightning.

It really is true!

Just as Fellow Daoist Fuxi said before, the fate of the demon race has been firmly strangled by this Pixiu!

Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and looked at Tian Lu with complicated emotions.

It seems we should prepare a huge reward to get this Pixiu to open its mouth.

Otherwise, how could the fortune of his demon race be gathered?!

Without the immense blessing of good fortune, how could Di Jun lead the demon race to glory in this era?

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Dao Ancestor."

Di Jun bowed respectfully, slowly sat down, and began to calculate in his mind what items in the demon clan's treasure trove could catch the eye of this greedy Pixiu.

Not only did Di Jun know the truth about the interception of the fortune, but Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches who came to listen to the sermon, also stood up and spoke.

"Dao Ancestor, our Wu Clan was formed from the essence and blood of Father God Pangu. I wonder if our Wu Clan can become saints?!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's gaze fell on Houtu, and he explained in a calm tone.

"The Witch Clan only cultivates the physical body, lacking the primordial spirit, and thus cannot sever the three corpses, therefore they cannot become saints."

Upon hearing this, Houtu's expression flashed with regret.

The inability to achieve sainthood means that in the future grand scheme of things, the Wu Clan will always lack the most powerful combat force to deter others.

Fortunately, she did not gain nothing from listening to the teachings at Zixiao Palace.

She was personally granted the title of the head of female immortals by the Taoist patriarch, holding a highly respected position.

Through Di Jun's question, she also learned why the Wu Clan's fortune could not be gathered after its establishment.

It turns out that the root of the problem lay entirely with that fellow Daoist Tianlu.

After Houtu sat down, a brief silence fell over Zixiao Palace.

When Hongjun saw that no one else asked any questions, he knew that his time to preach had come to an end.

He slowly stood up, and his aura began to undergo a tremendous change, with an unparalleled pressure that surpassed all living beings spreading out.

"The Way of Heaven is Hongjun, but Hongjun is not the Way of Heaven; it does not arise without the great power of the universe."

"combine!"

With this decree, under the awe-inspiring gazes of many deities, Hongjun's body gradually became illusory, eventually transforming into an extremely dazzling purple aura that directly merged into the endless void.

To unite oneself with the Dao!

In an instant, all the saints felt that the laws of heaven and earth had become perfectly perfect, the spatial barriers of the entire primordial world had become more solid, and the spiritual energy had undergone a qualitative sublimation.

The will of Heaven has been fully awakened, enveloping the entire primordial world.

But for Tianlu, Nuwa, and Yang Hui, the feeling was completely different.

The three of them cultivated the Great Dao Laws that directly pointed to the essence. At the moment of the Heavenly Dao's perfection, they felt a huge repulsive force descending from the darkness.

The laws of the Great Dao have become even more obscure and difficult to understand, as if shrouded in a thick fog, making them hard to comprehend.

But it only lasted for a moment.

The invisible halo around Tianlu, befitting a favored child of the Great Dao, flickered slightly, and the aura of fortune bestowed upon Nuwa and Yang Hui earlier resonated with it.

The repulsive force vanished instantly, and everything returned to normal.

at the moment.

Hongjun had already attained enlightenment, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Knowing that they could not linger here any longer, the gods transformed into streaks of light and eagerly returned to the primordial world.

They also need to go to the primordial land to search for the innate spiritual treasures that fell from the Treasure Sharing Cliff.

Just as Tianlu, Nuwa, and Yang Hui, one beast and two women, left Zixiao Palace together and stepped into the chaotic energy flow, preparing to return to the prehistoric world.

A gentle yet firm voice stopped them from behind.

"Brother Tianlu, please wait."

Tianlu stopped and turned around, his golden eyes looking at him.

It turns out to be the ancestral witch Houtu.

Tianlu sized up the ancestral witch before him, who was dressed in an earth-yellow palace robe and possessed a gentle and dignified demeanor, and slowly began to speak.

"What brings the Ancestral Witch Houtu to stop us?!"

Houtu bowed slightly, performing a gesture of respect as an equal, and spoke sincerely.

"Brother Tianlu, the fortune that established our Wu clan has been slow to gather due to the limitations of your supernatural powers."

"Could you please, fellow Daoist, grant me permission to cease obstructing the gathering of my Wu clan's fortune?"

Houtu's words showed a very humble attitude, clearly indicating that she was willing to bow down to Tianlu for the sake of the Wu tribe's future.

In addition, Tianlu's identity also holds a significant place in Houtu's heart.

This is because the Father God Pangu was the first generation of the Great Dao's son, while Tianlu was the second generation of the Great Dao's son; perhaps this is some kind of inheritance.

Upon hearing this, Tianlu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Just as he was about to speak and remind Houtu of the rule that if she wanted good fortune, she had to exchange it for a top-grade innate spiritual root fruit or a top-grade innate spiritual treasure,

Before he could speak, two voices filled with disdain and arrogance rang out from the chaotic air currents on one side.

"The mere Wu Clan, a bunch of brutes who only grow muscles and don't cultivate their primordial spirit, dare to make such a request to Brother Tianlu?"

"That's utterly wishful thinking!"