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

"clang--"

The bell tolled throughout the primordial world, awakening both cultivators walking on the earth and powerful cultivators in seclusion. With joyful expressions and excited looks, they transformed into streams of light and entered the chaos.

Three figures rushed into Zixiao Palace first, followed closely by a woman with an air of authority between her brows. The four greeted each other and stepped into the palace together.

"Senior brother!" Yaochi exclaimed in surprise, looking him up and down before letting out a sigh of relief.

Haotian nodded slightly, indicating that he was alright.

Tongtian laughed and said, "Junior Brother, why are you here so early?"

"I came early because I wanted to return the Qiankun Cauldron to my master," Haotian said casually. He wasn't lying; it was the truth.

He glanced calmly at the Three Pure Ones and said, "My three senior brothers, if you need anything in the future, you must ask our master for help. Let him take the blame; my small body can't handle it."

The Three Pure Ones remained completely oblivious. Laozi's gaze sharpened, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Your aura has grown much stronger, but why haven't you broken through to the late Quasi-Saint stage?"

They had all reached the later stages of the cultivation realm over the years, but Haotian's aura was not weak either, it was just that his cultivation level...

Haotian shook his head: "I have my own plans."

After preaching for ten thousand years, he comprehended dozens of laws. Even if the Three Pure Ones, who had already broken through, were to fight him, it would be uncertain who would win!

As the group chatted and laughed, more cultivators entered. Haotian's gaze sharpened. Nuwa was also at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, while Jieyin and Zhunti's cultivation levels remained the same. It seemed that they had been recuperating from their injuries all these years, and Zhunti's complexion was even somewhat pale.

Seeing the two men's evasive eyes, Haotian sneered, turned his head away without saying a word. His master had told him about the Primordial Purple Qi a few years ago, and he would see if these two would act up then.

One by one, cultivators entered the Purple Cloud Palace, their cultivation levels varying.

Di Jun and Tai Yi arrived in a grand procession of demons. Their cultivation levels hadn't improved much, and they had only been healing their injuries over the years. However, the number of demons who had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level had now exceeded one hundred, and the two of them looked quite pleased with themselves.

Among the other cultivators, there were several more Quasi-Saints and Great Divine Powers. Haotian glanced around and realized that this was the largest number of people among the three lectures. After all, several Yuanhui had passed, and not only had there been many Great Luo Golden Immortals, but there had also been many Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Kunpeng, Queen Mother of the West, Palace Mistress of Qionghua...

One after another, powerful beings arrived, and the atmosphere in Zixiao Palace gradually became more lively. When Haotian saw that Houtu had come alone, his eyes flickered slightly. The twelve Ancestral Witches did not come with her.

"Squeak—"

As the gates of Zixiao Palace slammed shut, the purple-robed elder appeared silently on the cloud bed. The Three Pure Ones smiled bitterly to themselves; even at the late Quasi-Saint stage, they still couldn't see how their master appeared.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

"Disciple greets Master."

The gods of Zixiao Palace, in a grand and imposing manner, all bowed towards the cloud bed above. Hongjun didn't even lift his eyelids, and the gods involuntarily rose to their feet.

Di Jun Taiyi exchanged a glance and said nervously, "I report to the Dao Ancestor that although the Eastern King Duke was appointed as the head of the male immortals by your decree, he wantonly bullied all living beings in the prehistoric world because of his own selfish desires, and even wanted to torture and kill the dragon race. I had no choice but to respond to the request of the demon race and accidentally killed him. I beg the Dao Ancestor to forgive me."

Hongjun remained silent, his expression unreadable in the eyes of the gods. What an unexpected turn of events! Dijun, however, remained unfazed, though his heart pounded like a drum, he could only stubbornly persist.

If he dared to say that he deliberately killed the Eastern King Duke, it would be extremely merciful for the Dao Ancestor to expel him from Zixiao Palace.

Seeing that no one dared to speak, and noticing that his elder brother remained bowed and had not risen, Taiyi quickly explained, "Your Majesty, my elder brother and I originally intended to return the Dragon Head Golden Crutch, but Fellow Daoist Haotian took it first. Please forgive us, Your Majesty."

"Idiots!" Di Jun cursed inwardly. Did all his brothers in the prehistoric world lack brains?

In another corner, Houtu looked at Taiyi with a strange expression. She knew that it was inappropriate to say that the Wu clan did not have a primordial spirit. Seeing Dijun clenching his fists tightly and the veins on his forehead throbbing, she sneered inwardly.

This is the expression on my eldest brother's face when he gets angry with my fourth and fifth brothers.

The other gods kept their eyes down and their minds at ease. What Taiyi said was indeed true, but Haotian was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. If you say this, do you mean to tell the Dao Ancestor that it was Haotian who delayed your apology?

Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, devoid of any emotion, and looked at the two of them with indifferent eyes. An extremely terrifying pressure fell on Dijun and Taiyi, causing their bodies to tremble.

"I am already aware of this matter. Haotian reported it when he came to Zixiao Palace. He is now a pure yang god-demon in the primordial world and can also be worthy of the position of the head of male immortals. I will bestow the Dragon Head Golden Crutch upon him."

As Hongjun finished speaking, a golden light descended from Haotian Qingyun. The dragon head and golden cane emitted a faint divine light. The dragon head was held high, and its indestructible nature seemed to be able to annihilate the cultivator's physical body at any moment.

Di Jun's lips twitched. Taiyi opened his mouth, while the Three Pure Ones and the others looked as if they were used to it. All the great supernatural beings who had witnessed that battle remained silent. Since this item had fallen into Haotian's hands, the Dao Ancestor would never take it back.

What caught their attention was that the Dao Ancestor had once again bestowed the title of the head of the male immortals. This one was not like the Eastern King Duke, who had no background and only wanted to become king and dominate based on a title.

The fact that he was personally taught by the Dao Ancestor made Di Jun's position as the Demon Emperor somewhat unstable.

But what could they say? Even if they harbored resentment, they dared not voice their opinions. Di Jun paused for a moment, then forced a smile and congratulated Haotian: "Congratulations, fellow Daoist."

Taiyi took a deep breath and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect under Dijun's murderous gaze. The other demons also offered their congratulations, and the atmosphere in Zixiao Palace finally became lively.

The gods offered their congratulations, reminiscent of the grand scale and fervor surrounding the founding of the demon race.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa also offered their congratulations. Jieyin and Zhunti's gaze lingered on the dragon-headed golden crutch, their eyes filled with envy. Haotian turned his head away, and the two immediately looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.

Hongjun nodded in satisfaction, his expression becoming relaxed. He was quite sensible; the position of the head of the male immortals would always bring Haotian more fortune.

As for what the demon and witch races might think about this position as the head of the male immortals, he believed Haotian wouldn't care.

Hongjun's divine eye swept across the area, revealing that Zixiao Palace had essentially gathered all the powerful figures of the prehistoric world: dozens of Quasi-Saints and hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortals.

There are countless Taiyi Golden Immortals, most of whom are at the mid-to-late stage of the realm.

He pondered for a moment. The cultivation levels of all living beings in the primordial world had improved far too quickly in recent years, and the fortune of the demon race had also become extremely solid, with several more people even reaching the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

"This sermon will expound the path of the Primordial Golden Immortal, lasting for three thousand years." As soon as the words fell, the gods were overjoyed, and the previously somewhat oppressive atmosphere vanished.

I never expected that the Dao Ancestor would actually be able to talk about the Dao of the Primordial Golden Immortal!

They will never forget the great kindness and virtue of the Taoist Ancestor!