Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

Chapter 222 Houtu's Thoughts

The primordial years passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, another three thousand years were approaching, following the end of the first sermon at Zixiao Palace.

In the chaos, the suspended Zixiao Palace remained silent, but the invisible Dao aura it emitted, like a lighthouse, once again attracted the attention and minds of many powerful beings in the prehistoric world.

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Unlike the previous grand occasion where all the disciples came out and gathered, the temple was quite quiet this time.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang were already prepared.

Beside them stood the Amitabha Buddha and the Cundi Buddha, standing respectfully.

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "On this trip, there are only five of us. Chaos is dangerous, so you two must stay close to me and not stray far."

Jieyin and Zhunti immediately bowed and replied, "We will obey your orders, senior! We would never dare to leave without permission!"

They knew in their hearts that they were able to accompany Zhen Yuanzi and the other two to Zixiao Palace again thanks to the compassion of their senior, Zhen Yuanzi.

Without the many disciples of Wuzhuang Temple accompanying them, only Zhen Yuanzi protected them through the Chaos with the Earth Book. They would never forget this kindness.

Zhen Yuanzi said no more, and summoned the Earth Book. Xuanhuang Qi surged out, enveloping himself, Hongyun, Yin Yang, and Jieyin Zhunti.

Compared to the grand scale of the last time, this time the Xuanhuang light appeared more refined and restrained, breaking through the primordial barrier silently.

It disappeared into the vast chaos, and its speed was even faster than last time!

This demonstrates Zhen Yuanzi's adaptation to chaos and his own progress in cultivating his Dao.

At the same time, powerful auras once again soared into the sky and rushed towards the chaos in various parts of the primordial world.

At Kunlun Mountain, three beams of clear, celestial light shot into the sky, signifying the arrival of the Three Pure Ones, whose aura was even more profound and unfathomable than it had been three thousand years ago.

The sun, the golden crow transformed into a rainbow, and Emperor Jun and Taiyi, carrying the power of the celestial stars, broke through the sky and departed.

In the Northern Sea, the Kunpeng spread its wings, its speed unparalleled, and vanished in an instant at the edge of the Northern Sea.

Blood Sea, Western Kunlun — one powerful being after another displays their unique abilities, embarking once again on the path to seek the Great Dao.

However, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the sacred land of the Wu tribe, which is imbued with boundless energy and savage laws, the atmosphere is completely different from other places.

The twelve ancestral witches gathered in the Pangu Hall.

Dijiang, as the Ancestral Witch of Space Speed, spoke first, his voice like the clang of metal: "What nonsense about the Heavenly Dao Primordial Spirit Method is that old Taoist Hongjun going to talk about again!"

"It's completely incompatible with the way of my Wu Clan to temper the body and control the laws. Listening to it is a waste of time and a pointless exercise!" He was full of disdain for Hongjun's Dao.

Zhu Rong, his body wreathed in flames, roared, "Brother is right! We inherit the bloodline of our father god and prove our Dao through strength. Why should we listen to those mysterious and esoteric Daos of the Primordial Spirit? Power is everything!"

Gonggong, Xizi, and other ancestral witches mostly echoed this sentiment, holding a deep-rooted pride and insistence on the witch clan's path of not cultivating the primordial spirit and not comprehending the Way of Heaven.

Only Houtu sat quietly to the side, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, without immediately expressing her opinion.

Xuanming, being perceptive, noticed Houtu's unusual behavior and asked, "Houtu, what do you think? Do you perhaps still wish to go to Zixiao Palace again?"

Houtu raised her head, her clear eyes tinged with a hint of confusion and inquiry. She said softly, "What my brothers say makes sense. The Heavenly Dao Primordial Spirit Method spoken of by Dao Ancestor Hongjun is relevant to our Wu Clan."

Indeed, it is like a mirage, difficult to grasp the essence, leaving one confused and bewildered, like looking at flowers through fog, unable to understand its true meaning.

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She paused, her gaze gradually hardening: "However, I always have a feeling that the Purple Cloud Palace, or rather—the sound of the Great Dao, seems to be more than just the Dao of the Primordial Spirit."

It contains the profound principles of heaven and earth and the order in which all things operate.

It subtly resonates with certain vague perceptions I have in my blood regarding "the earth," "bearing," and "reincarnation."

Her words puzzled the other ancestral witches. Tianwu asked doubtfully, "The earth? Bearing? What does this have to do with the Heavenly Dao? Our witch clan governs the earth through power and laws!"

Houtu shook her head: "Not entirely. What I perceive is a more fundamental way of being."

Moreover, she changed the subject, mentioning another name, "My purpose in going there this time was more to take this opportunity to observe a senior colleague up close."

"Oh? Who?" Dijiang asked.

"Wanshou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi."

Houtu slowly uttered the name, "The last time he preached at Zixiao Palace, he sat high on the futon beneath the Dao Ancestor."

The Daoist aura emanating from it was profound, inclusive, and full of vitality, which was very similar to the origin of the earth that I perceived.

Yet it is more systematic and profound, as if interpreting another possibility of the earth.

I want to talk to him; perhaps it can clear up some of the confusion in my heart.

Upon hearing Zhen Yuanzi's name, the expressions of the ancestral witches became more solemn.

They were aware of Zhen Yuanzi's reputation and strength; he was a top-tier powerhouse who could be compared to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Its feat of restoring the western earth veins also reveals its extraordinary control over the land.

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of time: "Sister Houtu, if you have any feelings, then go. That Zhen Yuanzi is indeed extraordinary; his path may offer you some inspiration."

As for Hongjun's sermons, listen if you understand, and let it go if you don't; there's no need to force it.

Seeing that Zhu Jiuyin agreed, Dijiang no longer objected and nodded, saying, "Since you have a plan, then go ahead. Be careful and return soon."

Seeing that Dijiang and Zhujiuyin had agreed, the other ancestral witches also stopped trying to dissuade them.

Although they disliked the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Primordial Spirit, they still supported Houtu's idea of ​​exploring the mysteries of her own bloodline and seeking a breakthrough.

Thus, Houtu bid farewell to her brothers, her body merging into the earth, and in a way that was completely different from the primordial spirit's escape method, yet equally mysterious, she headed towards the chaos beyond the heavens.

Her target was not entirely the Dao Ancestor in Zixiao Palace, but also Zhen Yuanzi, who held the Book of Earth and shared a strange resonance with her.

Amidst the chaos, powerful figures from all sides arrived one after another.

At the gates of Zixiao Palace, Haotian and Yaochi still waited respectfully.

When they saw Zhen Yuanzi and his party of five arrive first, the two boys immediately bowed and greeted him, their attitude even more respectful than last time.

They had personally witnessed how the master treated these seniors with great respect.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly, and together with Hongyun, Yin Yang, and Jieyin Zhunti, they were still among the first guests to enter the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Daozu remained reclining on his cloud bed. Upon seeing the three, his light flickered slightly, as if to greet them.

The three special prayer cushions remained suspended in place.

Zhen Yuanzi and the other two sat down comfortably, while Jieyin and Zhunti respectfully walked to their fourth and fifth prayer mats and sat down, feeling even more grateful to Zhen Yuanzi.

Subsequently, the Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng and other great beings also entered one after another. Seeing that the seating arrangement in front was still the same, no one dared to object and they all found seats to sit down.

Houtu, the ancestral witch, also quietly entered the main hall. She did not attract attention and found a place to sit down at the back.

Her gaze was mostly fixed on the three special prayer cushions in front of her, especially on the Taoist in the center, Zhen Yuanzi, who was dressed in black robes.

She could clearly feel the profound and boundless Daoist aura emanating from Zhen Yuanzi, which was subtly connected to the entire primordial land.

This seemed to create a subtle resonance and throbbing in her very blood.

"After the sermon ends, I must find an opportunity to have a proper conversation with this Senior Zhen Yuanzi," Houtu thought to herself.

Once all three thousand guests had arrived, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly closed.

Hongjun Daozu's indifferent gaze swept across the area below, and without uttering any further words, he began his second sermon.

This time, what he was talking about was the profound Dao realm above the Great Luo Golden Immortal—the Dao of Quasi-Saint!

The sound of the Dao resounded, instantly drawing everyone's attention into the vast and profound ocean of the Great Dao.

Then Tu, while trying to understand the mysteries of the quasi-saint that were so different from the way of her witch clan.

He spared a sliver of his mind to silently sense the calm and vast aura emanating from Zhen Yuanzi ahead, as if it were the earth itself, and looked forward to the exchange that would take place after the sermon.