My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Time slips away quietly.

The three thousand-year period is coming to an end, the Daoist teachings are gradually fading, and the three lectures at Zixiao Palace are about to conclude.

really.

The illusory figure of Hongjun slowly spoke: "Three thousand years have passed. This sermon shall end here."

The voice was calm, yet it sent a jolt through everyone in the palace.

It's over... Wasn't that too fast?

Many people were still not satisfied.

"This is the last time I will preach the Great Dao at Zixiao Palace."

Hongjun continued, his voice calm yet carrying an invisible power that sent chills down one's spine.

"From this day forward, I will merge with the Heavenly Dao to mend its deficiencies. From this point onward, Hongjun will be the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao will no longer be Hongjun… Unless there is a great upheaval in the world, Hongjun will not emerge!"

To align oneself with the Heavenly Way!

Upon hearing this, everyone was horrified.

Hongjun, the first sage of the primordial world, is about to unite with the Heavenly Dao and become its spokesperson!

At that time, the Heavenly Way will be Hongjun, and Hongjun will be the Heavenly Way!

What kind of existence is that?

It seems they truly are omniscient and omnipotent!

Although Houtu was prepared, hearing these words from the speaker still shocked her deeply. She looked at the young man beside her again, her eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.

Could he truly be a prophet?

Although she had never doubted it before, the fact that Hongjun had personally verified her past prophecy still greatly shocked her.

She was certain that when she returned to her ancestral home and told her brothers, they would be just as shocked as she was!

At the same time, the Wu tribe will be even more determined to follow the authentic path and defy fate!

"Before that..."

Hongjun's illusory figure swept his gaze across the audience below and said unhurriedly, "I will take in several disciples to inherit the Dao and enlighten the primordial world."

The palace fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding.

Apprentice!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun is about to accept disciples!

What an incredible opportunity it is to be accepted as a disciple by a sage!

It seems the path to sainthood has already been largely paved!

Primordial purple energy is within easy reach!

"Laozi, the Primordial Beginning, the Connecting Heaven."

Hongjun's gaze fell on the Three Pure Ones first, "You are all transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, possessing the merits of creating the world, and can be my personal disciples."

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian rose simultaneously, bowed deeply, and said, "Disciples pay respects to our Master!"

His voice was solemn, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

A personally taught disciple!

To be personally instructed by the Dao Ancestor—what an honor! What an extraordinary opportunity!

Yuan Shi turned his head slightly, glanced at Meng Chuan, and his arrogance intensified, as if to say:

So what if you, Meng Chuan, prove your Dao through force?

I have now become a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, and the position of saint is within reach. Once I attain the Primordial Chaos Realm, you will be nothing but an ant, easily subdued with a flick of my wrist!

The day of revenge is just around the corner!

"Nuwa".

Hongjun turned his gaze to Nuwa, "You possess the virtue of creation, and you will have a great merit to perform in the future. You can also become my personal disciple."

Nuwa rose and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets Master."

"Jieyin, Zhunti."

Hongjun looked at the two people in the west and said, "Although your foundations are slightly inferior, your hearts are set on the Great Dao and your perseverance is commendable. I will accept you as my nominal disciples. In the future, you must diligently cultivate and spread the Dao."

Jieyin and Zhunti stood up, and upon hearing that he was only a "nominal disciple," their expressions of distress deepened, yet they still respectfully bowed: "Disciple greets teacher."

Although a disciple in name only is not as good as a direct disciple, he is still a disciple of a sage!

Having this title will make things much easier in the future.

"These six primordial purple energies are bestowed upon you."

Hongjun's illusory figure waved his hand, and six streams of primordial purple energy, swirling with purple mist and boundless Daoist charm, emerged from the void, flying towards Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti respectively.

The six men could not hide their excitement as they solemnly accepted the gift and bowed in gratitude.

Countless eyes in the palace were fixed on the six streams of primordial purple energy, their gazes filled with undisguised greed, jealousy, and madness!

The foundation for sainthood!

Obtaining this item is like having one foot in the realm of a sage!

At this moment, everyone finally understood the true meaning of the six prayer cushions in the first row!

Many people looked at Hongyun and Kunpeng with pity in their eyes.

It's one thing if they've never sat on a futon, but these two have both sat on futons before.

One gave up voluntarily, the other was forced to.

"Of the seven primordial purple energies, only one remains..."

Someone whispered something.

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was at least a Grandmaster level, so they naturally heard it clearly.

Everyone was shocked!

Yes!

When the Dao Ancestor first preached three thousand years ago, he said that there were seven primordial purple energies, six of which had been sent out, leaving one remaining...

Will that dish be served?

In an instant, everyone's gaze became intense.

"The Primordial Purple Qi has only one strand remaining."

The illusory figure of Hongjun spoke, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Hongyun. "Hongyun, you are naturally kind and benevolent, and blessed with good fortune. This seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi is bestowed upon you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seventh wisp of primordial purple energy flew out and drifted towards the red clouds.

Hongyun was taken aback, clearly not expecting this.

But he quickly realized what was happening, hurriedly stood up, accepted the purple energy with both hands, and bowed deeply, saying, "Hongyun thanks the Dao Ancestor!"

His voice was excited, filled with unbelievable surprise.

Primordial Purple Qi!

He actually got one too!

This means... he also has the potential to become a saint?

Zhen Yuanzi, standing to the side, was initially delighted, but then his expression changed slightly, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

Possessing a treasure is a crime!

Hongyun is honest and simple-minded and not good at fighting. It may not be a good thing for him to obtain such a treasure!

really--

In the demon camp, Kunpeng stared intently at the Primordial Purple Qi swirling in Hongyun's hand, his scarlet eyes filled with jealousy, resentment, and killing intent, as if he were about to spit fire!

Why should I?!

Both he and Hongyun were the ones who gave up their seats on the first row of prayer cushions!

Why should Hongyun get it but he doesn't?

He, Kunpeng, the Lord of the Northern Underworld, listened to the Dao three times at Zixiao Palace, and entered the Quasi-Saint realm by severing his corpse earlier than Hongyun. In terms of background, cultivation, and temperament, in what way is he inferior to Hongyun?!

"Red clouds... Primordial purple aura..."

Kunpeng gritted his teeth, his heart surging with murderous intent!

This item should belong to him!

It has to be his!

Meng Chuan took in everything and sighed inwardly.

coming.

The seeds of Hongyun's calamity have already been sown.

This primordial purple energy is both an opportunity and a death warrant!

The others looked at Hongyun with envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Those who had just thought Hongyun was foolish for giving up the prayer mat were completely dumbfounded.

After all that, the clown was actually myself?!

"The primordial purple aura has been divided, and the opportunity to become a saint has been determined."

The illusory figure of Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow, "Whether you can become saints from now on depends on your own destiny."

Having said that, he raised his hand in a feint.

Rumble—!!

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, a massive, ancient, gray-brown rock platform with an uneven, pitted surface, seemingly bearing the weight of countless ages, slowly flew out and hovered before the high platform.

Above the rock platform, a dazzling light shone into the sky, and the Daoist aura was vast. Countless spiritual treasures, materials, and roots were piled up like mountains, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure and allure!

Treasure Dividing Rock!

Hongjun's gaze swept over the crowd below the stage, and he said calmly, "I am about to attain the Dao, and these worldly possessions are no longer of any use to me. I will leave them here, and those who are destined may take them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun's illusory image slowly faded away and finally disappeared.

Only the Treasure-Dividing Rock, its radiant light reaching the sky, remains silently suspended.

And below the stage, countless gazes suddenly turned fiery, frenzied, and greedy!

Treasure Dividing Rock!

The collection of Dao Ancestor Hongjun over countless years!

Among them are spiritual treasures, there are likely many innate treasures and top-grade innate spiritual treasures!

Obtaining one of these items can greatly increase your strength and even change your destiny!

"Rob--!!"

Someone let out a roar.

The next moment, countless figures transformed into streaks of light and rushed madly toward the Treasure Sharing Rock!