Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 143 The Twelve Ancestral Witches Ascend Zixiao Palace!

"Indeed, the primordial world with sages and the primordial world without sages are completely two different worlds!"

Jiang Sheng gazed into the void and murmured to himself.

In the end, Jiang Sheng could only return to his original timeline with little enthusiasm.

He felt that everything he had done was in vain.

You clearly changed something, but in the end, you realize that nothing seems to have changed at all.

He could sense that the primordial world was already turbulent with undercurrents.

And one can feel the aura of one Great Luo being rising up.

In fact, some of the Great Luo Immortals possessed an aura even stronger than his.

After all, they attained enlightenment at the Great Primordial Luo level.

They are not comparable to the Great Luo of their small world.

Jiang Sheng also saw some cultivators flying towards the sky, heading towards the chaos, in search of the Purple Cloud Palace.

In short, the once seemingly peaceful primordial world suddenly erupted into chaos.

Those with ideas and abilities are all heading towards chaos, all searching for the so-called Purple Cloud Palace.

"Tch, he hasn't even experienced the methods of a Great Luo yet, and he's already a pseudo-Great Luo!" Tongtian said, somewhat displeased.

They had already attained the Great Luo Dao before Hongjun became a saint, and could travel through the river of time and go to the past and future.

But then, Hongjun became a saint!

Then, history was directly turned into a given fact, an unchangeable destiny.

They were all actually fine, having experienced the true mysteries of the Great Luo.

And now, they feel that their authority as the Great Luo is being stripped away.

He once wielded the three thousand great paths with ease.

But now, those paths they have not yet proven are beginning to become increasingly blurred.

Even the innate, indestructible spiritual light dimmed slightly.

Fortunately, they were certified as Great Luo Immortals of the Xuandu Minor World.

Although they will be affected to some extent, their status as Great Luo is still slightly greater than that of the Great Luo of the Primordial Era who have attained enlightenment. They have a greater authority to travel to the River of Time!

Although history cannot be changed under the power of the sage, the river of time still stands there, and they can go into the river of time at any time!

After all, Hongjun was a Great Luo who attained enlightenment before becoming a saint, so he retained some of his authority!

"Alas... She had just attained the Great Luo realm, and in the blink of an eye, she has fallen back to the mortal world!" The Queen Mother of the West sighed.

Falling into the mortal world is a bit of an exaggeration, but that's roughly the idea!

"Fellow Daoists, see you in Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now!" Jiang Sheng bowed to the crowd, then took a thoughtful step and disappeared in an instant!

Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance, wanting to follow, but then they remembered Jiang Sheng's telepathic message. They exchanged a helpless glance, called out to the Three Pure Ones and the Queen Mother of the West, and then left.

Since there was no need for the Three Pure Ones to stay any longer, they bid farewell to the Queen Mother of the West and departed.

As the saying goes, they went their separate ways.

Looking at the empty temple, the Queen Mother of the West finally sighed.

"Three thousand years later, Zixiao Palace..." The Queen Mother of the West looked up at the sky.

Who knows how many people will go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao three thousand years from now?

……

At this moment, Jiang Sheng was walking alone on the primordial wilderness.

He gazed at the primordial wilderness, which was no different and had not changed much, and his heart sank completely!

Unbeknownst to him, he took a step forward and stood in front of the Pangu Temple, the ancestral land of the Wu Clan, staring blankly at the magnificent temple before him!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches quickly discovered Jiang Sheng.

Seeing Jiang Sheng lost in thought, no one disturbed him; they simply watched.

After a long while, Jiang Shengcai seemed to come back to his senses and shook his head with some emotion.

"Holy Master, what has happened?" Dijiang was the first to speak.

"It's nothing..."

Jiang Sheng was inexplicably upset. He said it was nothing, but his face was full of unspoken stories!

However, since Jiang Sheng didn't say anything, no one could press him for an answer.

Soon, Jiang Sheng, led by Di Jiang, entered the Pangu Temple.

Then, everyone took their seats.

Looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and sensing the terrifying aura emanating from them, Jiang Sheng's heart stirred, and he smiled, "Everyone, have you felt that terrifying holy might?"

"Oh? Is it the same one as before?"

Dijiang pondered, "Indeed, we sensed it; however, since we are all within the Pangu Temple, we were unaffected!"

"In that case, tell me your thoughts!" Jiang Sheng asked with a smile.

"Opinion? What opinion?" Zhu Rong scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.

"Is it about the sermon in Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now?" Zhu Jiuyin asked thoughtfully.

"Hmm!" Jiang Sheng pondered, but before he could speak, Gonggong interrupted, "That rubbish of a sermon, I have no interest in it!"

"Indeed! We, the Wu tribe, only revere Pangu and do not respect Heaven! We do not follow any mystical path! As for that so-called Tao, we might as well not listen to it!" Zhu Rong also chimed in!

"Who among the respectable people preaches the Way?" Gonggong grinned.

"yes!"

Zhu Rong nodded and smiled, "Do you preach?"

"What the hell are you talking about! The way this brat got stronger was all thanks to my hard work, punch by punch!"

Gonggong sneered, then glanced sideways at Zhurong: "Are you preaching?"

"Who will become stronger to preach?" Gonggong scoffed.

"If talking could make you stronger, I would have created the world long ago!" Zhu Rong also scoffed.

Then, the two looked at each other and laughed heartily...

"Pooh!"

"Disgusting!"

Dijiang couldn't bear to watch.

Zhu Jiuyin covered his forehead, as if he didn't recognize these two guys.

Jiang Sheng's lips twitched slightly.

Are these two guys clowns?

And it was at this moment...

Zhu Rong suddenly scratched his head, grinned foolishly, and looked at Jiang Sheng: "By the way, Holy Master, what kind of realm is this 'attaining sainthood'?"

The Wu tribe cultivates only the physical body, not the primordial spirit.

The Xuan Dao realm is completely inappropriate for them.

The Witch Clan also has its own set of realms.

However, they still followed the trend and linked their combat strength to the Primordial Realm.

Now, they all look like late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortals.

He was just one step away from becoming a Great Immortal!

For the Wu clan, attaining the Great Luo realm is even simpler.

After all, one is born with this ability.

As long as one proves the Dao through one's own path and becomes a Great Luo Immortal, it is much easier than for any other cultivator in the prehistoric world.

Unfortunately, they do not cultivate the profound Dao realm.

All they need to do is refine their physical bodies, achieve physical sainthood directly, and condense innate, indestructible spiritual light—that's enough!

Listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace?

LOL, what is that thing?

Of course, there's a reason why this path to sainthood is so complicated. Let's hear what Sage Jiang has to say before deciding whether to listen or not!

Well, they don't preach, because they think those who preach are base.

But that doesn't mean they won't listen.

"Becoming a saint... well, that's probably..."

Jiang Sheng thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Above Taiyi is Daluo, and above Daluo is Hunyuan! To attain Hunyuan Daluo is to become a saint! Hongjun is probably two major realms higher than you all!"

"Two major realms?" Everyone raised their eyebrows slightly.

Zhu Rong pondered for a long time, then shook his head: "We can't win!"

Gonggong glanced at Zhurong and sneered, "We'll only know if we can win after we fight!"

Dijiang frowned, and after a long while, he said, "Holy Master, I think it would be good for Houtu to go and take a look. Houtu is one of the few among us twelve who has been corrupted by evil energy and still possesses a primordial spirit! If Houtu can make up for this deficiency, I think she can also gain a lot!"

"I think all twelve of you can come with me to Zixiao Palace!" Jiang Sheng's eyes gleamed with golden light.

"Huh?" Dijiang was taken aback.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes flickered, then he gave Dijiang a look.

Dijiang frowned, puzzled, but ultimately said in a deep voice, "Since the Holy Master has invited us, the twelve of us will go to the Purple Cloud Palace!"

(End of this chapter)