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

"Senior brother, quickly try it and see how it tastes!" Yaochi carried a jade jar and poured a cup of nectar for Haotian. As soon as the amber liquid was poured out, the entire Peach Garden was filled with a strange fragrance.

Haotian blinked, his eyes looking tired. He couldn't help but let out a burp and said helplessly, "Junior Sister, is this the last one?"

"Yes." Yaochi smiled sweetly. "Try it, I think it's even better than before, after all, this one has been stored for the longest time."

Haotian picked up the jade cup, took a sip, his eyes gradually widened, and then he raised his hand and drank the whole cup down. It was mellow, sweet, and contained a lot of spiritual energy, no less than an Eight-Turn Golden Elixir.

"Of the twelve kinds, this one is the best in terms of both taste and efficacy," Haotian commented.

Upon hearing this, Yaochi's eyes flashed with a smile: "Then I can rest assured."

She placed the jade altar on the stone table, sat down beside it, and laughed, "Fortunately, I didn't waste my thousand years of time."

Haotian poured out two more cups and smiled upon hearing this. After the two of them returned, they first harvested the ripe spiritual fruits from the Peach Garden. He made some snacks, and Yaochi, filled with curiosity, used various spiritual fruits to brew spiritual wine.

The beverage they were drinking was brewed using several innate spiritual roots, including Huangzhong plum, five-needle pine, peach, ginseng fruit, and enlightenment tea. If an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal drank a cup of this, he would probably be able to break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Haotian and Yaochi clinked glasses, then sat under the peach tree, watching the peach blossoms fall one by one, a gentle breeze blowing, a scene of serene beauty.

The two of them returned to Jade Capital Mountain and secluded themselves for tens of thousands of years. Unfortunately, they only touched the edge of the good corpse incarnation and it would take some time before they could completely sever it. It would also be very difficult for Yaochi to prove the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal through the laws.

The path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation. With only a few hundred years left before the time to go to Zixiao Palace, the two of them strolled through the entire Yujing Mountain together. The only place they frequented was the Peach Garden, as the palace on the main peak had not yet been built.

Over the years, with his cultivation level as a Primordial Golden Immortal, he has refined most of the spiritual treasures on his body.

As for Bai Ze, Haotian's lips curled up slightly. Thanks to his great power in the Heavenly Court, Bai Ze's work was becoming more and more successful. As long as he lay in ambush, he would surely be of great use in the future.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to drink just now, Senior Brother?" Yaochi said with a smile, then refilled his glass.

Haotian was startled. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he unknowingly finished the contents of his cup. Suddenly, he froze, wondering if this was the celestial elixir that would one day be served in the Heavenly Court.

Yaochi looked puzzled: "Why is Senior Brother staring at me like that?"

Haotian rubbed his temples and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing."

Even the finest nectar from the Heavenly Court wouldn't be as good as what they were tasting; ordinary cultivators couldn't possibly taste spiritual liquids of this caliber.

As the two chatted and laughed, three hundred years passed. Two beams of divine light, one gold and one silver, shot into the sky from Jade Capital Mountain and flew out of the mountain.

In the void, Haotian couldn't help but sigh, and Yaochi's expression was also complicated. The baleful aura between heaven and earth was even more intense than it had been 30,000 years ago. It seemed that the Wu and Yao races had clashed quite a bit over the years.

Fortunately, the Ancestral Witches are all restraining themselves, presumably because they want to break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm first, since they may not be a match for the demon race now.

However, other things have happened over these tens of thousands of years. Kunpeng established the Demon Script in the North Sea, and his merits descended, which made the fortune of the demon race even stronger. However, that guy still stays in the North Sea in isolation and has never come to the prehistoric land, nor has he joined the Heavenly Court.

At the edge of chaos, the Three Pure Ones nodded to Haotian Yaochi as he approached. The five of them exchanged a glance, then casually looked away.

Oh, no one has made another breakthrough!

"Let's go." Haotian chuckled and escorted Yaochi into the chaos. The Three Pure Ones followed closely behind with calm expressions.

"Whoosh—"

A wisp of purple energy condensed into a bridge and landed beneath their feet. Haotian was taken aback: "Master sensed it."

"It also saves time." Tongtian whispered, but was quickly silenced by a look from Laozi and Yuanshi. He bowed slightly toward the end of the Purple Qi Divine Bridge, "Disciple knows his mistake."

Haotian pursed his lips, pulled Yaochi onto the divine bridge, and the Three Pure Ones followed closely behind. The five of them took a step and arrived at Zixiao Palace.

There was no difference from a previous era. The Daoist aura permeated the air, and the laws were densely distributed. This place was still the abode of the Heavenly Dao. Haotian's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

Yaochi was also filled with emotion, and her aura became much more peaceful. The coldness of the Taiyin Law and the sharpness of the Metal Law were suppressed, making her appear even more graceful.

The Three Pure Ones inwardly praised her, even if their master only accepted Yaochi Junior Sister out of respect for Haotian Junior Brother, her talent was still extraordinary.

The three of them turned their heads, their breaths catching for a moment. What was this guy doing?!

Golden light flashed around Haotian's body, and it was that strange law again, absorbing the overflowing power of the laws here as if devouring resources. The pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the majesty between his brows made Yuanshi's eyelids twitch. Dijun's demeanor in the Heavenly Court was far inferior to Haotian's now.

Laozi silently looked up at the Zixiao Palace. The Heavenly Dao was still hovering there, as if it were being suppressed by something. His eyes flickered. "Was it done by Master?"

After a long while, Haotian let out a soft sigh, his eyes gradually returning to their senses. His primordial spirit was restless, as if something was about to jump out. A Daoist aura emanated from within, leaving the Three Pure Ones dumbfounded.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother." Yaochi's face lit up with joy. The Three Pure Ones opened their mouths, as they had all experienced this situation before. They hadn't seen you break through for tens of thousands of years, but you've already attained enlightenment as soon as you entered Zixiao Palace.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother." Sanqing composed himself and nodded to Haotian.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Haotian nodded, took Yaochi's hand and walked towards Zixiao Palace. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the top of Zixiao Palace, where the vast will had disappeared.

In the rear hall, the five people bowed down in turn: "Disciples pay respects to our Master, wishing Master eternal bliss and boundless longevity."

Hongjun, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, sat high on the cloud bed. He gently waved the whisk on his lap, and the five people involuntarily rose to their feet.

"Thank you, Master." The five of them took their seats on the prayer mats.

"Why are you here so early?" Hongjun asked, opening his eyes.

Haotian raised his head, and that vast will shrank into the Creation Jade Disc, while Hongjun's lips curled up, as if he were smiling triumphantly. He understood that it was his master who had helped suppress the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to absorb those overflowing laws.

"Thank you, Master." Haotian bowed with gratitude, then stood up and replied, "It has been many years since I last saw Master. I specially invited Senior Brother Sanqing to come and visit. We are Master's disciples, and we cannot wait until the golden bell rings before coming with the other fellow Daoists."

After all, their master has been living alone in Chaos for a long time, and they are also showing care for lonely elderly people!

"Hmph, all this fancy stuff." Hongjun snorted, but the corners of his mouth remained upturned. The Three Pure Ones blinked and silently thought to themselves, "You're just being hypocritical."

"These are the pills that your disciple has refined over the years. Master, please eat them like candy." Three jade bottles flew out from Laozi's sleeve, and Yuanshi Tongtian took out spiritual fruits one by one. "Master has lived in the heavens for a long time, so this is what your disciple should do."

Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, and baskets of spiritual fruits flew out: "The spiritual roots of the Three Immortal Islands have ripened several times, and the peach trees are growing well. I brought some for Master."

"These are some snacks that I just made, as well as some spiritual liquid brewed in Yaochi. They taste quite good, please try them, Master."

A smile flashed in Hongjun's eyes. His disciple's filial piety! He casually pointed, and the Jade Disc of Creation paused. The vast aura of Zixiao Palace disappeared completely. He seemed to have transformed into an old man without any cultivation. He stepped down from the cloud bed and sat opposite the five people, smiling, "Let's have a taste together."

"Thank you, Master."

The six people, master and disciples, chatted and enjoyed the food. A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and the golden bell began to ring, its sound spreading throughout the primordial world in an instant.

The malevolent energy in the world dissipated somewhat, and streaks of light shot into the sky, heading towards Zixiao Palace. They knew that the second sermon was about to begin!