Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Haotian/Yaochi pays respects to Master."

The two looked delighted, as Yaochi felt that her master had come to their aid.

Haotian looked at the purple Taoist robe and was shocked. Just as he thought.

A saint has fallen three times, and each time he is resurrected, he will inevitably lose some of the essence of the Heavenly Dao, which will give the master a chance to catch his breath.

A purple robe is proof of that!

Hongjun gently raised his hand, and Haotian Yaochi and the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were lifted up.

"Master." Jieyin and Zhunti looked at Haotian with a wronged and indignant voice. The water of merit in their Eight Treasures Merit Pool had completely dried up!

Hongjun snorted coldly, and the two immediately shut up. Haotian raised his head, and the master and disciple looked at each other. Hongjun's eyes were full of satisfaction and encouragement.

Haotian was startled; his master was...

"You have done a good job, saving all living beings from a great calamity!" Hongjun swept his gaze across the prehistoric world, and the cultivators who met his gaze all lowered their heads. He finally looked at Pangu's physical body, never expecting that Haotian's disciple had truly saved the Wu Clan from a sliver of hope.

Seeing the aura of reincarnation within the Ancestral Witch, Hongjun frowned slightly, and Haotian coughed lightly: "Master, can you lend a hand?"

Hongjun looked troubled: "I will do my best."

He turned his head: "Disciples of the Three Pure Ones, Ancestral Witch Houtu... you shall obey the orders of the Jade Emperor."

The Three Pure Ones were taken aback, and Houtu's voice came from within Pangu's body: "Thank you, Dao Ancestor."

Haotian was overjoyed: "Disciple thanks Master."

The Three Pure Ones, not understanding why, could only reply, "Your disciple obeys."

Hongjun raised his head, looked at the Heavenly Court which was now held up by the crowd and no longer falling, and sighed. Haotian's expression also stiffened.

He ended this great calamity originally to guard against the Wu Clan, but unexpectedly, it was Di Jun Taiyi who resorted to desperate measures.

Fortunately, it was only the Heavenly Court that had the problem. If it were Buzhou Mountain, he would be burdened with endless karma right now!

However... even Di Jun couldn't knock down Buzhou Mountain.

Haotian's gaze fell on Nuwa. At this moment, the Weak Water had stopped flowing, and the primordial land had returned to calm. Fortunately, no living beings had been harmed.

Pangu's physical body was still supporting the Heavenly Court, and the saints were also busy.

"Disciple, bring me the Haotian Pagoda!" Hongjun turned his head.

Haotian quickly unleashed his auspicious clouds, and the Haotian Tower flew out. Hongjun pointed, and the thirty-three-layered tower rapidly expanded, merging into the Heavenly Court. Haotian felt a powerful force pressing down on him, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Hongjun waved his hand, and the Creation Jade Disc revealed three thousand laws that merged into it, instantly reducing the pressure on Haotian.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa felt that the Heavenly Court was no longer falling, so they put away their own magical treasures, and even Pangu's true form withdrew his raised arm.

"Thank you, Master." Haotian bowed deeply.

Hongjun waved his hand: "It's just a delaying tactic."

"Your Haotian Pagoda has become part of it; if you want it truly repaired, you'll have to find a solution!"

Haotian remained silent, then tentatively asked, "Mending the sky?"

Hongjun nodded slightly, and Haotian immediately looked at Nuwa: "Disciple understands."

"I am already aware of what you have done. Of my disciples, only you and Yaochi remain who have not yet attained enlightenment." Hongjun snorted coldly, causing the gods to tremble. "I do not care about those of the same realm, but if anyone dares to bully the weak or suppress others with their realm, I will never let it go."

The gods were momentarily speechless, even the Three Pure Ones were somewhat speechless. Who among those of the same realm could defeat the two of them!

A mid-stage Quasi-Saint unleashing a Half-Saint-level attack—who would dare to make a move? This was clearly meant for the Saints!

Hongjun pointed at Haotian's brow, and the purple bamboo staff immediately retracted into his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a phantom image of a creation jade disc.

Haotian felt his eyes burning and turning red. He could sense that his master had once again left him a backup plan.

"Yaochi, retrieve the Primordial Purple Qi."

Yaochi flipped her hand, and gilded phoenix wings appeared. Hongjun's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked at the remnant soul inside and fell silent. Below, Zhenyuanzi's eyes reddened, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Hongjun pointed his finger, and the Primordial Purple Qi floated out, causing the Creation Jade Disc to tremble violently, filled with the aura of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun gave a soft hum and pointed his finger, causing the Primordial Purple Qi to immediately conceal its full power.

Haotian frowned, wondering if it was just his imagination, but even though the Primordial Purple Qi was right in front of him, he couldn't sense its presence.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa looked at each other strangely. Was this a seal?

Hongjun threw out the Primordial Purple Qi and into Yaochi's sea of ​​consciousness: "You seized this item, so it must be destined for you."

Then, looking at Haotian, he said helplessly, "Your special nature has been known to all living beings. The Heavenly Dao does not allow you to become a Heavenly Dao Saint. I had no choice but to seal away this Primordial Purple Qi, otherwise it would not have fallen into Yaochi's hands."

Haotian's lips twitched. The Heavenly Dao really treats me like a thief!

"Disciple understands." Haotian's voice was calm, but his tone sounded somewhat resentful.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa couldn't help but curl their lips into a smile, while Jieyin and Zhunti behind them revealed a look of joy in their eyes. If they couldn't attain sainthood, then so be it, we'll see.

The two were secretly pleased, but Hongjun suddenly turned around, looked at them with disgust, and said coldly, "If you don't think about stopping the disaster and only care about your own interests, then you don't need to stay here."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve lightly, as if the entire sky were pressing down, striking the two of them with unparalleled force.

Two screams were heard, followed by a loud slap. Two streaks of blood were left in the void, and it seemed that teeth were flying out. Jieyin and Zhunti transformed into a shooting star and crashed hard onto Mount Sumeru in the west, raising a cloud of dust.

The beings of the primordial world were terrified and dared not even breathe. While the Dao Ancestor's actions were a legitimate pretext, everyone knew that he was protecting his own disciple and avenging his own!

Not to mention Nuwa, even the Three Pure Ones felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts.

Master, you have never stood up for your disciple with such protective methods!

"You shall handle this matter yourselves. Twelve Ancestral Witches, since you have agreed, do not go back on your word." Hongjun's voice carried a warning, resounding endlessly.

"As the Dao Ancestor commands," Pangu's physical body throbbed, and the twelve Ancestral Witches responded in unison.

Hongjun nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, you can handle the rest yourselves."

After speaking, his figure vanished, and all the gods bowed.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our Master/Ancestor of Tao."

A vast and mighty sound echoed across the primordial world. When they looked up again, Hongjun had vanished, as if it had all been a dream.

"The Heavenly Court..." Nuwa hesitated, looking down at the demon race with a helpless expression.

Haotian shook his head: "It's not over yet."

His Haotian Pagoda is still inside the Heavenly Court; it must be retrieved eventually.

"The only way forward is to mend the heavens." Haotian looked at Nuwa, "Senior Sister is skilled in the art of creation, please lend a hand."

The Three Pure Ones remain silent; indeed, they need Nuwa's help.

Haotian sighed, "The Heavenly Court is too fragile to collapse. We need to find a solution, and besides..."

His gaze lingered on Pangu's physical body for a moment before turning to Mount Buzhou: "Since we're going to do it, let's finish it all at once!"

"What do you mean, junior brother?" Sanqing asked with a frown, and even Nuwa looked over in confusion.

"What I mean is that the Heavenly Court needs repair, and Heaven and Earth also need to be supported again to make them more stable."

The Three Pure Ones looked at Mount Buzhou. Now, the world is supported only by Mount Buzhou. What can compare to this thing?

Haotian pursed his lips. Well, it's time to use the treasure!