Honghuang: Oh no, the Witch Clan Chief has lost his mind!

Unfortunately,

Tianqi did indeed have a tiny bit of a knack for listening to Hongjun preach!

During Hongjun's sermon,

Houtu's expression was focused; her primordial spirit, concealed by the Chaos Pearl, diligently sought to capture the Daoist essence related to the earth and creation.

Although it was quite difficult, there were occasional gains, and the aura around me became increasingly peaceful.

Xuanming sensed the Daoist aura related to coldness and killing intent, and his aura grew increasingly icy.

As for Tianqi, it was his first time serving as an Ancestral Witch.

There is nothing about the cultivation of the primordial spirit in the inheritance.

They also only had a superficial understanding of what Hongjun was talking about.

But he has a treasured little axe that he was born with!

The little axe proved to be of unexpected and wonderful use at this moment!

This small axe was originally a fragment of the divine axe that created the world, containing the will of Pangu in creating the world.

In a sense, it is itself a manifestation of the highest form of "Tao".

When Hongjun's Daoist voice resounded, the small axe began to vibrate slightly, emitting a clear glow.

It actually actively helped Tianqi capture, filter, sublimate, and record those voices of the Great Dao!

Especially the parts concerning the condensation, nourishment, and application of the primordial spirit, as well as the divination of celestial secrets and the transformations of numerology.

Little Axe seemed to be able to determine what was most useful to Apocalypse, and he recorded it with exceptional clarity!

To put it bluntly, this is like an old lady chewing up food and feeding it to her.

Not only is it easy to digest, but it also thoughtfully includes some "good" ingredients!

Tianqi sensed this situation and immediately held his breath, focusing all his attention on the small axe.

I forced myself to memorize the profound Taoist texts and rhymes transcribed by Little Axe.

He knew that since the subsequent task would involve removing the evil aura from the altars of the ancestral witches...

These things are still more important in the future.

So even if he doesn't quite understand it now, he still wants to write it down, and he doesn't need to fully comprehend it.

All he needs to do is act as a "hard drive" and copy the contents down!

As for deeper understanding, that's for my older brothers who will be enlightened later!

All he had to do was receive the insights and achievements of his elder brothers!

This process sounds simple, but it is extremely mentally taxing.

If it weren't for the dual protection of the simplified and refined small axe and the Golden Wheel of Merit,

He had already reached his limit.

……

I do not know how long it has been,

Perhaps a hundred years, or perhaps a thousand years.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's sermon on the Great Dao temporarily ceased.

This brief break between classes is precisely the time when many great minds digest their insights and reflections.

At the same time, it is also the time when the thoughts of all parties begin to stir up undercurrents.

Suddenly, the Daoist Zhunti, who had somehow slipped into Zixiao Palace, pulled out a slightly worn handkerchief.

Whether it was feigned emotion or not, she squeezed out two tears.

With a sob in his voice, he said to the guide beside him:

"Senior brother!"

Our western lands are barren and bitterly cold, with scarce and fragmented spiritual veins.

The creatures there live a hard life!

We in the West are simply:

The scars of antiquity, the valley of tears for all living beings!

"We two brothers have been working tirelessly day and night, never daring to slack off for a single day, all for the sake of revitalizing our western land."

Unfortunately, human strength has its limits, and there's really nothing we can do now!

"Thinking about these things always breaks my heart!"

He cried his heart out, "it was so sincere!"

It was as if the West was not merely impoverished, but had just been devastated by a hundred mushroom bombs...

After Zhunti finished crying, the Guide also let out a long sigh, his face showing an expression of extreme distress.

He said, as if he had just chewed a pound of bitter herbs, "Sigh! Junior brother, please stop talking."

It's all because my brother and I are incompetent!

We have failed the people of the West!

If we are fortunate enough to receive this supreme opportunity, we will surely return to the Western Paradise to save all sentient beings.

It caused the earth to gush forth spiritual springs and the heavens to shower down sweet rain.

All living beings find their proper place...

The two of them sang in unison, their voices filled with sorrow and despair, a truly epic and tragic drama!

But their gazes were like those of oiled eels.

It spun around on the six prayer cushions in front of it.

In the end, their eyes were fixed on the kind-hearted Hongyun.

As a Saint-in-training, Old Ancestor Hongyun naturally knew what these two were talking about as the supreme opportunity!

At this moment, the tragic performance of these two Western protagonists made me a little uneasy.

His face was filled with sympathy and conflict.

He rubbed his hands together, looking at Zhunti, whose face was streaked with tears.

He looked down again at the warm cushion under his buttocks.

In my mind, I just felt that the seat I was sitting in was suddenly getting a little hot on his butt!

After hesitating for a long time, Hongyun finally spoke:

"Fellow Daoists... the West is indeed a bit austere."

Alas, if only…

As he spoke, he slightly raised his buttocks, seemingly indicating that he was going to give up his seat.

Seeing his actions, Zhen Yuanzi, standing next to Hongyun, was so angry that his mustache almost stood on end.

Secretly, she desperately tugged at the back of Hongyun's Taoist robe.

He sent a series of telepathic messages, all with the same theme:

"Red Clouds!"

"My foolish fellow Daoist! Sit down!"

There are only a few futons; even a fool would know that a great opportunity lies here.

Since it's an opportunity, how can we let it slip away?

Do you think it's about giving up your seat to an elderly person crossing the street?!

Sit down quickly!

The messages on Hongyun's spiritual connection were already overwhelming, but this guy had read them but wasn't replying!

Hongyun's title of "the kindest person in the prehistoric world" is well-deserved.

When compassion overflows, the brain can't keep up.

He even wanted to take care of Daoist partners that others didn't want!

Moreover, it's a melodramatic performance by a Western duo—who could stand that!

Hongyun was starting to get restless!

On the other side, the future demon master Kunpeng was already uneasy because he was sitting at the end of the futon.

Suddenly, I felt another cold and authoritative gaze sweep over me.

It was none other than the Primordial Celestial Venerable of Kunlun Mountain.

Although Yuanshi didn't speak, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer:

"You creature born of moisture and eggs, do you think you deserve to sit at the same table with us?"

"If you don't know what's good for you, get out of here!"

Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine, both fearing the might of the Three Pure Ones and coveting the opportunity, while simultaneously feeling a surge of evil fire rising within him.

As Kunpeng's anger flared, he immediately looked around.

They're preparing to find someone to bully the weak and avoid the strong.

"I may not be able to afford to offend the Three Pure Ones, but surely I can afford to offend you, Hongyun?"

Having made up his mind, he immediately steeled himself, his gaze menacingly fixed on Hongyun.

His body rippled with demonic energy, and he was about to speak, threateningly:

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, look how miserable our two Western fellow Daoists are, and you..."

suddenly,

"Cough, cough!"

A soft cough traveled directly into his mind from the direction of the Ancestral Witches, immediately interrupting what he was about to say.

This situation where something is about to come out, but is forcibly interrupted...

It immediately became extremely uncomfortable!

"Ugh!... You son of a bitch!"

The one who spoke was Apocalypse.

In order to avoid Kunpeng feeling that he was being targeted,

Tianqi's cough also reached Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi at the same time.

On the surface, he still appeared to be fully focused on comprehending the Dao sounds, but in reality, ever since Hongjun suspended his sermons...

Tianqi began to keep a close watch on all directions and listen to all sides.

They are collecting basic information about various powerful figures.

Seeing Hongyun, that overly kind person, he's about to do something foolish again.

Seeing the Kunpeng's appearance as if it were about to cause trouble, Tianqi frowned.

He originally didn't want to get involved in karma for no reason, but seeing the Earth Ancestor Witch so focused on her enlightenment,

She didn't want this group of people to fight and affect her sister.

That's why he deliberately spoke up to interrupt.

But he couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling, or mixed emotions) in his heart

"Good heavens, how come this Kunpeng is even more troublesome than the Ancestral Witches!"

You don't have the guts to mess with the Three Pure Ones, so what kind of behavior is it to bully such a kind person?!

"So honest people deserve to be bullied, right?!"