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

One cultivator after another entered, and the Zixiao Palace was bustling with activity, crowded with people. Haotian's eyes flickered slightly. There were already more than three thousand gods and demons here. After all, even Taiyi Golden Immortals with innate spiritual treasures could come, and there were also those who came under the protection of Daluo Golden Immortals.

Fortunately, the content of the first sermon was relatively simple, and even if the Taiyi Golden Immortal came in the next two sermons, it would be of no use.

Yaochi tugged at Haotian's sleeve, signaling him to close the door, since no cultivators had come for quite some time.

Haotian frowned. All cultivators who enter the Chaos will sense the Purple Cloud Palace. This is an opportunity. If they can reach it smoothly, it is a sign of good fortune.

At this time, Haotian had not yet received Hongjun's notification. Moreover, the two from the West had not yet arrived, and even Styx, who had a grudge against Haotian, had arrived. Of course, the latter did not recognize him.

The twelve ancestral witches also arrived at this place. They originally wanted to force their way in, but Houtu put down twelve spiritual fruits, so they didn't make a move.

Haotian looked up at the golden bell, which was still suspended in the void. Haotian made up his mind that he could also help repair the West. He would seize any opportunity he could!

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He pulled Yaochi and turned to enter the Zixiao Palace. Just as he was about to close the gate, two figures rushed out from the edge of the world. Haotian's expression changed. It was Jieyin and Zhunti. He quickly pushed the gate open.

The creaking sound of the gate closing silenced the assembled innate gods and demons. As they watched the Haotian Yaochi gate close, they could also see two cultivators rushing in through the opening and closing space of the gate.

"Hmm~" Yaochi suddenly groaned. She could no longer push the palace gate. Haotian's expression also changed. There was actually the power of the Heavenly Dao on the palace gate, preventing him from continuing. Meanwhile, the two figures had already crossed the steps and rushed towards Zixiao Palace.

Haotian was shocked. How could it be so fast!

Sensing the power of the Heavenly Dao on the palace gate, Haotian's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He slowly raised his finger, and he mobilized the wisps of Heavenly Dao power. He would use the opponent's own spear against the opponent's shield. Let's see if I can forcibly seize this opportunity today!

In the rear hall, a look of satisfaction flashed in Hongjun's eyes, but when he saw the aura emanating from the two ragged cultivators, his expression instantly darkened.

Heavenly Dao, how dare you...

That's enough, that's enough!

Hongjun's soft cough sounded in Haotian's ears, and his movements were instantly frozen. He could only watch as the two cultivators transformed into light and entered through the gap. At this moment, Haotian was released from the restraint. He gently pointed his finger, and the palace gate slammed shut with a bang.

Failed!

Haotian lowered his head, his face contorted with rage, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Heaven, you're something else! Does everything have to be predetermined by you, and will everything have to proceed according to your plan?

I refuse!

The Emperor's Laws within his body circulated wildly, and Hongjun suppressed the domineering aura. At this moment, the Heavenly Dao power within Zixiao Palace was strong, making it unsuitable for Haotian to further provoke the latter.

After a long while, Haotian let out a soft sigh of relief, pulled Yaochi to the foot of the cloud bed, and the golden bell outside the palace fell directly into Haotian's palm, which calmed his mind a little.

The master is ultimately on his side!

At this moment, all the gods withdrew their gazes, but a few gods and demons focused their attention on the two cultivators who had just entered. How could they have come to Zixiao Palace in such a sorry state? Their auras were not weak either!

"Senior brother, we are suffering so much!" The cultivator in the gray Taoist robe suddenly started crying, causing the other cultivators to quickly back away. There are such people among the innate gods and demons?

Another monk with a bitter expression also had tears in his eyes. The two of them rushed forward as the gods retreated, until they saw the six people sitting on the prayer mat.

Haotian stared intently at the six prayer mats. As soon as the two rushed over, the prayer mats changed. The Daoist aura he had sensed before reappeared. The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa remained calm, clearly in harmony with the prayer mats. The red-clothed man's expression began to change, and the black-clothed man at the end also became somewhat uneasy.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. There were tens of thousands of innate gods and demons in Zixiao Palace, yet there were only six futons. Anyone could see that this was extraordinary.

The first three were connected by their auras, the fourth woman was protected by a cultivator in the late stage of the Great Luo realm, but the auras of the fifth and sixth were different, and they felt that the two futons were attractive to them.

Zhunti's eyes darted around, and he immediately began to cry, "Senior brother, our lives are so miserable!"

"Junior brother," Jieyin wiped away his tears, "the journey to the West is long and arduous."

The gods looked at the two crying and complaining with disdain. Everyone was equal in the primordial world, and their late arrival showed that their opportunities were shallow.

The man in red on the prayer mat looked uneasy. As the two of them spoke in unison, he felt a great terror!

"Senior brother, it is pitiful that the sentient beings of the West are drowning in the sea of ​​suffering and cannot come to this Zixiao Palace. Everything depends on the two of us."

"Yes, we don't even have a place to rest here."

Zhunti and Jieyin sang in unison, but their eyes kept glancing at the man in red. Haotian, who was in front, saw it clearly: Hongyun's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and even his eyes were filled with terror.

Yaochi looked somewhat indignant, and Haotian subtly shook his head at her, telling her not to get involved in other people's affairs.

The Purple Cloud Palace fell silent. The gods watched the two performers with indifferent expressions, and also glanced at Hongyun with interest. Today was truly a day of many good shows.

A man in yellow robes stepped forward, exuding a strong earthy aura, and looked at Jieyin Zhunti with an unfriendly expression.

"If you two fellow Daoists don't mind, please sit here!" Hongyun suddenly stood up, his expression also relaxed abruptly. Zhunti gave Jieyin a push, while Hongyun was still standing beside him, Jieyin had already sat on the futon.

The man in yellow's expression changed, and he looked at Hongyun in disbelief. "Fellow Daoist, I was still fighting for you, how could you surrender so easily!"

Hongyun shook her head slightly and pulled the man in yellow to stand aside.

Zhunti's gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the last man in black: "Fellow Daoist, how about you rise and let this humble Daoist rest?"

Kunpeng smiled cruelly. He had certainly sensed the abnormality of the futon, but as long as he could persevere, it would be his opportunity.

At this moment, the gods looked at what Zhunti had done, their faces showing disdain but their hearts admiring him. They couldn't believe there was such a shameless person in the prehistoric world.

"Those creatures with fur and horns dare to sit with us!" Zhunti rebuked. Haotian coughed lightly, his voice reaching Yuanshi's ears and stopping him from agreeing. Yuanshi looked up and saw Haotian gently shaking his head.

Most of the cultivators in Zixiao Palace looked at Zhunti with unfriendly expressions, and even Nuwa on the fourth futon showed a look of disgust in her eyes.

"You..." A fierce glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, but he held back because he was wary of being in Zixiao Palace. Just as he was about to close his eyes and ignore him, a seven-colored light flashed in Zhunti's hand, and a tree branch knocked him off the futon. Zhunti sat directly on it.