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

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the six people on the futons wore joyful expressions, while Hongjun remained silent on the cloud bed. Although the gods were puzzled as to why the Dao Ancestor did not bestow the last strand of Primordial Purple Qi, their breathing became heavy.

Di Jun's gaze lingered on Nuwa for a moment. If Nuwa were to attain enlightenment, it would be uncertain who the demon race would belong to. However, this item was bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, and Nuwa was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor, so he had no way to stop it.

"Dao Ancestor, my Wu Clan is also a descendant of the Father God, and we deserve to receive the Primordial Purple Qi!" Houtu stepped forward, her aura radiating outwards, causing the surrounding demons to change their expressions drastically.

The Wu Clan certainly has reason to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi. All beings below the level of a sage are mere ants. This was said by the Dao Ancestor himself. Nuwa has already obtained this item, making her a sage by all accounts. She will definitely be able to destroy the Wu Clan. If the Wu Clan were to obtain it as well, the two clans would inevitably continue to be entangled.

Di Jun, however, remained unperturbed, turning his head to coldly gaze at Houtu: "Fellow Daoist, you are confused. The Primordial Purple Qi requires the primordial spirit to connect with the Heavenly Dao. How could the Wu Clan possess a primordial spirit!"

He raised his head, his expression solemn, and bowed to Hongjun: "This disciple united all races to establish the Demon Race, and is now the Demon Emperor. I beseech the Dao Ancestor to bestow upon me the Primordial Purple Qi."

"Dao Ancestor, my elder brother deserves the Primordial Purple Qi."

"Qi Bing Dao Zu, the Demon Emperor protects all races, and indeed deserves the Primordial Purple Qi."

For a time, Zixiao Palace was in an uproar. The demons kept pleading with Hongjun, hoping he would bestow upon them the last strand of Primordial Purple Qi. The Three Pure Ones looked disgusted. The demons were far too presumptuous, daring to act like this even in Zixiao Palace.

At the same time, they couldn't help but wonder why their master remained silent. Given their master's favoritism towards Junior Brother Haotian, shouldn't this Primordial Purple Qi have been bestowed upon him?

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing the gloating in each other's eyes. Zhunti even glanced to the side from time to time, thinking, "So what if your cultivation is high now? It was my senior brother and I who obtained the Primordial Purple Qi."

We are indeed no match for you now, but when I attain sainthood, I will deal with you properly!

Haotian snorted softly, somewhat speechless, but why had his master remained silent for so long?

Having lived in Zixiao Palace for ten thousand years, he already knew about this matter and would not choose the path of becoming a saint.

He looked up and saw that his master's eyes were flashing with divine light, while the Jade Disc of Creation was spinning rapidly. He once again felt the power of the Heavenly Dao, and his master was fighting against it.

"Dao Ancestor, your disciple created the Demon Script for the Demon Race. Heaven has been moved and bestowed merit upon you. Please grant me the Primordial Purple Qi."

"Dao Ancestor, your disciple holds the Book of Earth and protects the land. Please bestow upon me the Primordial Purple Qi."

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As Hongjun remained silent, the clamor among the gods in Zixiao Palace grew louder and louder, with even the Queen Mother of the West, as the head of the female immortals, beginning to make a plea.

"Enough!" Haotian roared, standing up and unleashing an aura far surpassing that of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, instantly silencing the entire Zixiao Palace.

"The distribution of the Primordial Purple Qi is entirely up to our Master. You are all powerful beings, yet you cause such a ruckus in Zixiao Palace. Where is your dignity?"

The gods were startled, realizing that they had been blinded by greed and acted so recklessly in Zixiao Palace. If the Dao Ancestor were to punish them, he could expel them from Zixiao Palace in an instant.

"Disciple knows his mistake, please forgive him, Dao Ancestor." All the gods bowed down.

Haotian turned around and said solemnly, "Please give me your instructions, Master."

In an instant, everyone looked over. A terrifying pressure emanated from Hongjun, causing the gods to go blank for a moment. When they came to their senses, they saw that the Dao Ancestor's eyes were filled with anger, as if something had been thrown out of Zixiao Palace.

Haotian's lips twitched. In the primordial world, apart from his master, he was the only one most familiar with the power of the Heavenly Dao. Just now, his master had once again expelled the Heavenly Dao, but judging from his master's expression, it seemed that he had not won.

The gods were filled with unease, fearing the wrath of the Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun glanced at the gods with an unfriendly expression and said irritably, "A demon emperor cannot become a saint!"

Di Jun's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the demons were also devastated. Only Fuxi, Bai Ze, and others breathed a sigh of relief, while Hou Tu's face relaxed. Fortunately, the demon race would not produce a second saint.

The other cultivators looked on with longing. The Dao Ancestor had rejected Di Jun, but what about them?

Especially Kunpeng, who was once only one step away from this primordial purple aura, if it weren't for that damned red cloud...

Hongjun closed his eyes, composed himself, and his gaze lingered on Yaochi for a moment before he said softly, "The last strand of Primordial Purple Qi should be chosen by itself."

After he finished speaking, he released his hand, and the primordial purple energy floated out, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Even Di Jun, who had been rejected by Hongjun, had hope in his eyes, and west Wangmu and the others also stared eagerly.

The gods stared intently at the last wisp of primordial purple energy, their eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

Proving one's Dao as a Primordial Golden Immortal is extremely difficult. Even with the method of severing the three corpses, some Quasi-Saints and Great Divine Power Masters still haven't managed to gather all three innate spiritual treasures. This Primordial Purple Qi is the best thing available!

Moreover, in the primordial world, a sage is far more powerful than a Primordial Golden Immortal!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Primordial Purple Qi drifted down in front of Haotian, surprising him. He had said he would not take this path, and the Heavenly Dao was also present at the time, so it would never do anything that would invite a wolf into the house.

After all, when his Emperor's Law becomes powerful, it can truly suppress the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing that the Primordial Purple Qi had chosen Haotian, Hongjun remained calm, only a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

The Purple Cloud Palace was completely silent. Haotian raised his head and his gaze fell on the Primordial Purple Qi. Yaochi smiled and said, "Senior Brother also has Primordial Purple Qi!"

Haotian's eyes flickered. He sensed it. Sure enough, a grand will descended once more. It was the Heavenly Dao that had just been banished. His futon immediately began to glow with golden light, and the Pure Yang Dao appeared, as if the sun had descended upon him, constantly cleansing his physical body.

The gods looked surprised. It was the Heavenly Dao again. How could this fellow Daoist have repeatedly summoned the Heavenly Dao to descend?

Haotian sensed the laws of the sun, and even the pure Yang origin of the Heavenly Dao began to open up to him, while the Primordial Purple Qi kept pulsating in front of him, attracting him to reach out and take it.

Haotian's lips curled up. The Heavenly Dao was trying to recruit him!

It is unknown what Master discussed with the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao is still willing to give him the Primordial Purple Qi so that he can prove his Dao and become a saint, on the condition that he abandons the Emperor's Law and walks the Pure Yang Path.

If he wished, he could become a saint right now!

Unfortunately, he would never give up his own path!

Haotian slowly closed his eyes, unmoved. Yaochi was stunned, and the other gods also looked surprised. Did this fellow Daoist refuse the Primordial Purple Qi?

A smile flashed in Hongjun's eyes, and he knew that Haotian's disciple would not disappoint him. He could feel that the Heavenly Dao was starting to get angry. In the next instant, the Primordial Purple Qi flew away, and the many strange phenomena on the Sun Futon disappeared.

Hongjun's expression darkened for a moment. He had discussed with the Heavenly Dao about giving the Primordial Purple Qi to Yaochi, but they refused, on the grounds that if Yaochi obtained it, it would inevitably give it to Haotian.

Now that Haotian has refused, the Primordial Purple Qi swept directly across Yaochi and flew towards a red-robed cultivator.