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

Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright. The Haotian Mirror fell from the auspicious clouds, reflecting the scenes of the heavens.

Compassion, benevolence, and empathy surged within his primordial spirit, and Haotian uttered a low shout: "Slay!"

It was as if a sharp blade had sliced ​​through his primordial spirit, cleaving it directly at its origin, stripping away countless good thoughts and benevolent hearts from the depths of his soul. Soft light fell from the sky, merging with the Haotian Mirror, transforming into a young Taoist priest dressed in a plain white robe with a gentle face and a heart full of compassion for all living beings.

Haotian remained calm as he looked at the benevolent corpse incarnation he had created. Its aura was gentle, and even its imperial might seemed more peaceful, radiating the aura of a Primordial Golden Immortal—no, it should now be called a Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power.

Looking at the face that bore a slight resemblance to his own, Haotian calmed his mind. He felt his primordial spirit clear and his cultivation was rapidly improving. This was definitely not the cultivation level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal in the early stage. The power of the Three Corpses Severing Technique was fully demonstrated at this moment.

After severing his three incarnations, he forcefully began to improve his cultivation. Although his Emperor Law was still at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, his other laws began to break through one after another. In an instant, countless strange phenomena of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and the yin and yang of space appeared.

Hongjun's eyebrows twitched, and an invisible barrier isolated him to prevent him from making too much noise and disturbing others.

As Hongjun's Daoist voice fell, the cultivators on the futons began to sever their corpses. The aura of the Three Pure Ones rose and fell, their faces showing pain and then returning to calm. No second incarnation of the Three Corpses appeared. Meanwhile, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti each had a figure descending from their auspicious clouds.

The woman in white beside Yaochi held a plain-colored cloud banner and smiled gently at Haotian's benevolent incarnation.

"cut!"

"boom--"

The sounds of gods shouting and figures landing echoed in Zixiao Palace. One after another, the auras of the innate gods and demons surged, and the phantom images of heavenly flowers, golden lotuses, and divine beasts formed from innate spiritual energy were continuously absorbed and refined by them, thus improving their cultivation.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. The Daoist chanting in Zixiao Palace subsided, and cultivators opened their eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that dozens of new cultivators appeared in Zixiao Palace, each with an extraordinary aura, and their pressure directly cleared the surrounding area.

Haotian withdrew his aura, causing Nuwa and the others to twitch. No one in Zixiao Palace had gained as much as Haotian. Although his cultivation was not yet at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, he possessed dozens of Quasi-Saint level laws. If the consumption of mana was not a concern, he alone could be used as if he were one of dozens of Quasi-Saint Great Powers.

His benevolent incarnation had long been absorbed into his primordial spirit, and apart from Yaochi, no one else had ever seen his benevolent incarnation, the Jade Emperor Daoist.

The Three Pure Ones were also somewhat silent. They had only grasped a tiny bit of the opportunity to unleash the evil corpse. To completely sever it, they would probably need to go into seclusion for a while. However, their cultivation level had improved to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

"Thank you for the Dao Ancestor's grace in imparting the Dao!" The gods bowed down one by one. The quasi-saint great supernatural being who had severed his three corpse incarnations was excited. They had broken through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm just like that!

Hongjun opened his eyes and looked at the gods of Zixiao Palace with satisfaction. Nearly thirty quasi-saints and great supernatural beings had suddenly increased the strength of the prehistoric world by a large margin.

However, when his gaze swept over Di Jun and the others, he was surprised to find that all twelve Ancestral Witches had come, and six of them had already broken through to the Quasi-Saint level in terms of physical strength.

Hongjun's gaze was somewhat complicated. With so many Quasi-Saints, the battle between the Witch and Demon races would likely be even more powerful than the battle between the three races that created the heavens!

"After the First Yuan Gathering, Zixiao will give three lectures, expounding on the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal!" As Hongjun finished speaking, his gaze swept across the futon, and after giving Haotian a slight nod, his figure disappeared.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our Master/Ancestor of the Dao." The gods bowed.

After they got up, they realized what the Dao Ancestor had just said: the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal! The Dao Ancestor was actually willing to reveal it!

With expressions of excitement, the gods left Zixiao Palace in twos and threes.

"Let us go too." The Three Pure Ones paused for a moment, then said softly. Haotian bowed to the cloud bed and walked out of Zixiao Palace.

Master disappeared without a trace. He had already said before the sermon that they did not need to search for him after it ended, as he was going to comprehend the Heavenly Dao. Haotian was a little worried, as Master would be merging with the Heavenly Dao after the third sermon.

"Senior brother?" Yaochi looked at Haotian with concern. Why did her senior brother look so absent-minded?

Haotian smiled reassuringly at her, then turned back to look at Zixiao Palace one last time. It was still an ocean of laws, just as it had always been.

The group stepped into the chaos. None of the quasi-saints with great supernatural powers used their spiritual treasures, as their current cultivation level was sufficient to allow them to travel briefly within the chaos.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian." A female voice called out. Haotian turned around and saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches standing to the side.

"Fellow Daoists, you have also come." Haotian chuckled. At this moment, he resonated with Hongjun. Weren't only Houtu one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches supposed to come? Why are they all here?

Houtu remained calm: "My Wu Clan is not the most powerful. There are many fellow Daoists from Zixiao Palace, so it is only natural that we have come to see for ourselves."

A look of understanding flashed in Haotian's eyes. It seemed that the Heavenly Court was shocked by him and the Three Pure Ones. Indeed, the demon race was now powerful, so they naturally wanted to understand it.

However, these Ancestral Witches are almost all breaking through, and there are twelve Quasi-Saints. Oh, and the Demon Race also has the Three Corpse Incarnations. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to defeat them.

Haotian nodded: "Fellow Daoist, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I just want to ask, will the Three Corpse Incarnations truly never perish?"

Seeing Houtu's worried expression, Haotian was taken aback and instantly understood her thoughts. It turned out that she was worried about the three corpses of the demon race. If they were truly immortal, then their witch race would have no chance of winning.

"In a sense, that's true." As soon as Haotian said this, Houtu's face darkened. He shook his head and said, "Even cultivators can perish, so the Three Corpse Incarnations are naturally not as terrifying as you think, fellow Daoist."

"The Three Corpses are ultimately severed from the primordial spirit. When the Three Corpses perish, the main body will also be injured, but it takes ten thousand years for a cultivator to recover. As for re-severing the Three Corpses, the damage to the innate spiritual treasure is not so easy to recover."

Houtu's expression suddenly relaxed; she really thought that the Three Corpse Incarnations could immediately strike again after their fall.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, fellow Daoist." Houtu bowed slightly. This news was extremely useful to their Wu clan. After all, there were not many cultivators in the prehistoric world who had severed their three corpses, and the only ones who were on good terms with the Wu clan were Haotian and the Three Pure Ones.

"It's nothing." Haotian chuckled. This news would eventually spread throughout the prehistoric world, and the Ancestral Witch was just being overly worried.

"In that case, we shall return to the Primordial World first." Houtu nodded to them and left with the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The surrounding chaotic energy was dispelled, which made Haotian click his tongue in amazement. What a powerful physical body.

"The battle between the Witch and Demon races is probably not far off." Tongtian sighed. The Witch race was trying to understand the Demon race, while the Demon race was trying to win over cultivators.

The fate of these dozen or so quasi-saints and great supernatural beings remains to be seen.

Tongtian looked at Haotian, and a streak of light descended from the auspicious clouds: "A Yuanhui has passed, and it is time for you to take control of this thing."