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

Kunpeng was furious and was about to make a move, but all the gods watched as if it were a joke and none of them helped him. His gaze swept over Jieyin and Zhunti, and finally he glared at Hongyun with hatred. If it weren't for Hongyun giving up his seat without permission, how could he have lost his prayer mat?

"Fellow Daoist, for fighting in Zixiao Palace, you are fined one Innate Spiritual Treasure. And for the loss of the Innate Divine Demon Mask by you and your brother, you are fined another one." Haotian, holding the golden bell, smiled at Jieyin and Zhunti. "Two Innate Spiritual Treasures in total. Take them out!"

"This..." Zhunti's face turned red. In front of so many people, the boy peeled off his mask. "My Western region is poor and desolate. Where would we find any innate spiritual treasures?"

Yaochi sneered. Shameless. Even she could see that if one didn't have strong luck, how could one sit on this futon? How could such a cultivator not have an innate spiritual treasure?

The other gods remained silent. They had not helped Kunpeng earlier, so naturally they would not help Jieyin and Zhunti now. Moreover, these two had indeed lost face as innate gods and demons.

"Also, all the fellow Daoists who entered Zixiao Palace gave a greeting gift. You two arrived last, which caused a delay. You should make up for it," Haotian said unhurriedly. The crowd showed their agreement; they had indeed given their gifts.

"My Western region is poor and desolate..." Zhunti kept repeating this sentence.

"Take them out. I don't believe you two don't have a single innate spiritual treasure." Haotian's lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes. His words sent chills down Zhunti's spine. "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a Bodhi tree in human form, a top-grade innate spiritual root. Let's give you Bodhi seeds as a greeting gift!"

Zhunti's expression changed, and cold sweat poured down his back. As Haotian finished speaking, he felt hundreds of eyes staring intently at him.

The Bodhi tree is the most suitable spiritual root for enlightenment!

"You are just a novice, what right do you have to ask this humble Taoist for a primordial spiritual treasure!" In his panic, Zhunti spoke recklessly. The gods had mixed feelings. Although Haotian was a novice, he was the novice of a saint!

Di Jun and the others exchanged glances. They all knew Haotian's cultivation level, but they remained silent.

The Three Pure Ones slowly opened their eyes and looked at Zhunti with unfriendly expressions. In any case, Haotian was a disciple that their master had personally acknowledged as his disciple, so how could Zhunti have the right to interfere?

Haotian sneered, "So the Heavenly Dao is helping you? I'll see what kind of trouble you can stir up even if you've attained enlightenment!"

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Should he crush him with a single finger? Recalling the scene of being stopped earlier, Haotian closed his eyes and bowed to the cloud bed with Yaochi, saying, "Welcome, Master."

Suddenly, the golden bell rang, and an old man in purple robes appeared silently on the cloud bed. The gods were shocked, completely unable to see how he had appeared.

"Paying homage to the sage."

Hongjun gently waved his whisk, and everyone was lifted up by the gentle force. His gaze fell on Jieyin and Zhunti, and a barely perceptible look of disgust flashed in his eyes. The Heavenly Dao has quite the methods!

"You two acted recklessly in Zixiao Palace, showing disrespect to the gods. Take out the spiritual treasure."

Jieyin and Zhunti froze, raising their heads in disbelief. The other gods looked at them with mockery. How could the Lord and the Attendant be so close to them? Would they really help the two of them?

Zhunti hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. Only two streams of light descended from the auspicious clouds, causing the gods to twitch. Such a weak aura! Even Yaochi glanced at it with disdain. A low-grade innate spiritual treasure with four restrictions.

Haotian accepted it, after all, he had gotten it from these two: "And there are Bodhi seeds too!"

A look of humiliation flashed in Zhunti's eyes. Resigned, he took out two white jade bodhi beads. A fragrance wafted out, and many cultivators glanced at the two with meaningful eyes.

Hongjun's gaze swept across the six people's faces: "From now on, sit like this."

As soon as the words were spoken, the gods' expressions changed. By this point, everyone knew that this futon held a great secret.

Hongyun's expression shifted between relaxation and struggle, while Kunpeng glared hatefully at Hongyun and Jieyin Zhunti. The latter's face lit up with joy, knowing that the seats had been decided.

Hongjun closed his eyes, about to begin his sermon, when he suddenly said, "The Dharma must not be passed on to six ears!"

From a sacred mountain on the primordial land, cries of pain and agony could be heard.

Haotian was taken aback, and the gods were also stunned, but Hongjun did not explain and began to preach.

In an instant, the sound of the Dao flowed, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, dragons and phoenixes cried out, unicorns ran about, and various divine beast phantoms shuttled through the Zixiao Palace, transforming into innate spiritual energy along with the power of the laws and merging into the bodies of many cultivators.

Behind Hongjun, a small golden flag suddenly fell, with countless petals falling from the sky, concealing a terrifying killing intent.

Daoist chants filled the Purple Cloud Palace, and the cultivation levels of many cultivators began to rise continuously. Hundreds of Taiyi Golden Immortals broke through to Daluo Golden Immortals. In an instant, the Three Flowers bloomed, and heavenly sounds resounded. Daluo Golden Immortals also broke through.

Haotian closed his eyes to absorb the Daoist essence. After listening to the Dao several times, coupled with the battle between Hongjun and Yangmei and his subsequent seclusion, his cultivation naturally broke through to the peak of the Great Luo realm, and Yaochi's aura also reached the late Great Luo realm.

The numerous primordial gods and demons each experienced their own advancements. The Daoist chant gradually subsided, Hongjun opened his eyes, and the gods awoke, bowing in unison: "Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"

He spread the Way to all beings, and naturally deserves the title of the ancestor of the Way!

The aura of merit descended and condensed into a golden wheel of merit behind him.

"I have been spreading the Dao to all living beings, so I should take in a few disciples." After Hongjun finished speaking, Haotian's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hand hanging in his sleeve clenched into a fist. What's going on?

First, he talked about the Great Luo; second, he talked about the Quasi-Saint; third, he talked about the Way of the Saint. Then he accepted disciples, bestowed treasures, and distributed Primordial Purple Qi. Why are they accepting disciples now? The gods looked at the six people in front. It must be them. Who else could it be?

"Disciples pay respects to Master." The Three Pure Ones bowed, and Hongjun nodded. "The Three Pure Ones were my disciples before I attained enlightenment. Now that I have established the Xuanmen, the three of you are my personally taught disciples."

"Nuwa, you have great merit to perform in the future. The fact that you can sit on this prayer mat shows your profound fortune. You can become my last disciple!"

"Disciple greets Master." Nuwa's expression brightened with joy, and she bowed deeply. The middle-aged man behind her also wore a happy expression.

Hongjun glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti: "I once fought with a demon who destroyed the Western ley lines, and I have incurred karmic debts to the beings of the West. Since you two have come for the West, I will accept you as my nominal disciples!"

The gods looked at them with mocking eyes, realizing that the saint had no choice but to accept these two!

"Disciple greets Master." Jieyin and Zhunti bowed. They were content to be accepted as disciples of a sage; they were not picky.

The Three Pure Ones looked at Haotian, a look of worry flashing in their eyes. Was their master really not going to accept Haotian as his junior brother?

Hongjun took a deep breath: "Haotian, Yaochi."

"Disciple is here!" Haotian's mind was shaken, and his eyes showed a complex expression. His master really hadn't forgotten him!

Just as Hongjun was about to speak, a vast power suddenly descended, causing the expressions of all the gods to change, and they murmured the words "Heavenly Dao"!

Hongjun sneered and looked into the void. "Whatever I want to do, can you stop me?"

The Jade Disc of Creation floated out from above his head, enveloped by three thousand laws, confronting the power of the Heavenly Dao. He soon couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The gods were dazzled by what they saw—a sage clashing with the Heavenly Dao!

"Disciple of the Three Pure Ones, lend me your fortune." Hongjun took a deep breath.

Without hesitation, the Three Pure Ones shouted: "Taiqing/Yuqing/Shangqing!"

Three streams of purple aura emerged, and the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda flew out, empowering the Creation Jade Disc. A terrifying will slammed into it, and Hongjun roared, "Get out!"

The gods felt dizzy for a moment, and then the laws of Zixiao Palace were filled with a sense that something was missing.

Hongjun laughed heartily, and his fortune and the exquisite pagoda floated back into the bodies of the Three Pure Ones. With a gentle expression, he looked at Haotian with a smile and said softly, "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"