Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 51 Gathering at Zixiao (Please continue reading)

These past few days, as he has spent time with Donghua, Fuxi's beliefs have been repeatedly challenged.

I even asked myself these questions again and again.

Was choosing the Heavenly Court the right decision?

Then he dismissed that thought, believing that his choice was correct, that the primordial world needed order, and that it needed a heavenly court.

When one reaches the level of Fuxi, one's Dao heart is absolutely firm and will not be easily shaken.

But sometimes, once a seed is planted, it will eventually take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree!

Nuwa was helpless when she saw her brother's appearance. Fuxi was now too deeply involved in the Heavenly Court, which was ultimately not a good thing.

Although she was Nuwa, the goddess of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, her relationship with Dijun and the Heavenly Court was one of cooperation, while Fuxi was wholeheartedly devoted to the Heavenly Court.

She stopped thinking about it and realized it was pointless. If anyone dared to harm her brother in the future, they would have to ask her Red Sleeve Blade whether she would allow it.

At this moment, Donghua saw Tongtian deep in thought, holding the Heavenly Demon Tower, and asked, "Brother Tongtian, what are you thinking about?"

Tongtian sighed and said, "This Heavenly Demon Tower was originally the Tower of Suppression, but now it's shattered like this. It's truly tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away. What can we do?"

Upon hearing this, Donghua thought for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "I do have a method that will surely satisfy you, fellow Daoist?"

"Hmph, you slippery fellow, what do you want? Speak up quickly."

Donghua showed no embarrassment whatsoever: "If you are satisfied with my method, you may lend me the Zhuxian Sword for a thousand years so that I can comprehend the Dao of Swords. If you are not satisfied, you may simply listen to it."

Tongtian thought for a moment and agreed, thinking to himself, "No matter how good or bad your idea is, I'm saying no, let's see what you can do about it."

"Brother Dao, your current Four Swords of Zhuxian lack a formation diagram and cannot form the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which is truly a great imperfection."

"The Heavenly Demon Tower was originally Rahu's treasure, and the Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter were also forged by Rahu. They can be said to share the same origin. Why not use this incomplete Heavenly Demon Tower to forge the Immortal Slaughter Formation Diagram and reproduce the power of the number one killing formation in the primordial world? What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtian was first shocked, then overjoyed, and exclaimed "Good!" three times.

"it is good"

"it is good"

"good!"

Nuwa exclaimed in amazement, "Fellow Daoist is truly a genius. This Heavenly Demon Tower and the Four Swords of Zhuxian share the same origin, and it also contains the power of the Heaven-Suppressing Seal. If it is used to refine an array diagram, it will probably surpass the array set up by Rahu back then."

"Hahaha, in that case, I will gladly accept your Immortal Execution Sword for a thousand years."

Tongtian didn't resort to any tricks and immediately agreed. Once the Zhuxian Formation Diagram was completed, he would have Donghua retrieve the Zhuxian Sword, both to understand the cause and effect and to express his gratitude for Donghua's guidance.

"Fellow Daoists, as Fellow Daoist Taiwei just said, the arising and ceasing of causes and conditions are inevitable. It is time for this humble Daoist to depart."

Tongtian stood up, preparing to take his leave. It was unclear whether he was in a hurry to return and refine the array diagram, or if this was his original plan.

Taizhen, Nuwa, and Fuxi also remained silent, reluctant to part. The friendship they had gained this time was indeed precious.

Upon seeing this, Donghua said, "If you want to leave, then leave. Why say so much? It's not like we'll never see each other again. Isn't this vast and beautiful world our domain?"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi said, "Fellow Daoist has great vision; it is we who are petty."

"Hahaha!"

Tongtian, perched atop Duobao's back, was about to depart when a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Hurry to Zixiao Palace!"

The same voice echoed in the minds of Donghua and the others, and they exchanged glances.

"Did the teacher summon you?"

"Then let's go together!"

After saying this, the group stood up, leaving Qingniao, Duobao, and the others behind.

The Purple Cloud Palace is located in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the boundary between chaos and the primordial world. Without the right fate, one cannot even see the Purple Cloud Palace.

Donghua and his companions, having listened to the Dao here, were naturally fortunate enough to clearly sense the location of Zixiao Palace. They traversed the thirty-three heavens and appeared in the chaos.

The roaring chaotic energy all around surged incessantly, obliterating and devouring all tangible and intangible matter.

Such power is so great that anyone below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level would be unable to resist the erosion of the chaotic energy, and would inevitably perish and their cultivation would dissipate over time.

It can be said that only those who become Great Immortals are qualified to walk in the chaos, but there is always a risk of falling.

However, nothing in this world is absolute. If one possesses an innate spiritual treasure, one can also resist the erosion of chaos.

The area was a chaotic, hazy expanse, with only a black and white chaotic energy surging about. There was no concept of time or space, and naturally, no living beings existed there.

Donghua and the others followed their intuition and continued forward, unaware of how far or how long they had traveled.

After an unknown period of time, a world appeared before them. The surrounding area was still a mysterious and unpredictable chaotic world, but this world stood alone, exuding an aura of immortality and defying the chaos.

Purple Cloud Palace in the Purple Cloud Realm!

Upon entering the world, a simple and elegant Taoist temple appears, with the three Taoist characters "Zixiao Palace" on the temple plaque. In front of the temple are stone steps paved with purple jade.

Upon entering the main hall, one finds three thousand prayer cushions, with six at the very front.

The platform was empty, with a boy and a girl standing beside it.

At this time, many people had already arrived in the main hall, including Taishang, Yuanshi, Dijun, Taiyi, Xihe, Kunpeng, Bai Ze, Wangshu, Doumu Yuanjun, Wenchang Dadi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

When the crowd saw Donghua and the others enter, some remained seated and ignored them, such as the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Some scoffed at it, such as Donghuang Taiyi, whose enmity with Donghuang Taiyi had been solidified since their last battle.

Donghua ignored these people, found his seat and sat down. Next to him was Xi Wangmu Taizhen, and Nuwa Tongtian sat in their seats in the first row.

Soon, many people arrived in the main hall, including Zhen Yuanzi, whom Donghua was familiar with, Hongyun, as well as the Barefoot Immortal and Taiyuan Immortal Lord from Zifu, and Lu Wu and others from Xikunlun.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei, it's been a long time."

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi's demeanor remains as elegant as ever, truly enviable to others."

Donghua and Zhenyuanzi are good friends; they met during the great war between immortals and demons.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun are best buddies, but the original owner of the body, Dong Wanggong, and Hongyun have no chemistry at all and are just strangers.

Fate is truly a wonderful thing.

At this moment, two Taoist priests entered from outside the hall, greeting everyone with smiles along the way. They were Jieyin and Zhunti. Soon after, the two returned to their seats.

Just to clarify, in Donghua's memory, there was no such thing as Zhunti crying or Hongyun abdicating; absolutely nothing of that happened.

The positions of Jieyin and Zhunti were obtained openly and honestly, without any conspiracy or trickery.

Moreover, the reason there are only six seats in the first row is because the first row is close to the Hongjun Dao Platform, and only six seats can be placed there, not because the six futons represent six holy positions.

The people sitting on these six prayer cushions are only those who have a master-disciple relationship with Hongjun. Donghua also tried to sit on them, but ultimately did not get the chance.

Thinking about this, Donghua felt like he was going crazy. How could he take the novels from his previous life seriously?

If becoming a saint were that simple, there wouldn't have been only seven saints throughout the countless eons of the primordial world.

There were still many empty seats in the main hall, but the gates of Zixiao Palace began to close.

This also means that these people will never come back.

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