Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 95 Gathering at the Chaos Arena for a Battle of Witches and Demons!

The Three Pure Ones have unassuming faces. Having cultivated to their level, only attaining sainthood can allow them to advance further.

They came to listen to the lecture only hoping that it would help them enter the path of holiness; they asked for nothing else.

In the void and chaos, Nuwa's mount, the Xuan Tian Fire Phoenix Jin Ning, was in charge of welcoming guests.

The Xuan Tian Fire Phoenix is ​​also a rare species from the primordial era, with extraordinary bloodline.

After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, it was subdued by Nuwa and used as her mount. It also had the cultivation of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, which was more than enough to be responsible for welcoming guests.

"Jin Ning greets the Three Pure Ones and fellow Daoists. The Empress is already waiting for you inside."

Jin Ning was a woman dressed in a fiery red robe. Her every move exuded a heroic and spirited air, and her brows carried an indescribable air of valor.

"Alright." The Three Pure Ones nodded slightly to Jin Ning and led their hundreds of disciples into the Chaos, into the temporary Daoist temple opened by Nuwa.

The Three Pure Ones and the others stepped into the temple and immediately saw Nuwa sitting on the head seat.

Nuwa's aura of sainthood was even more profound than when she first attained enlightenment three thousand years ago.

With every gesture, the Great Dao protects them, inspiring awe and a sense of holiness in those who are drawn to them. They are meant to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with.

Besides Nuwa on the main seat, there are seven futons guarding the front, in the best positions, which were obviously reserved on purpose.

Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing stepped forward and bowed to Nuwa in unison, saying, "We pay our respects to the Sage."

A sage can be said to have transcended the entire primordial world, endured countless eons without being worn down, remained untainted by cause and effect, and existed eternally with Heaven and coexisted with the Dao.

There is a clear distinction between them and Quasi-Saints, as well as cultivators below Quasi-Saints, with a huge, insurmountable gap between them.

Even though in the Xuanmen sect, the Three Pure Ones are senior brothers and Nuwa is junior sister, the Three Pure Ones still have to bow to Nuwa when they meet her. This bow is not to Nuwa herself, but to the sage.

"Brother Sanqing, you are too kind to Nuwa. Please rise quickly."

Nuwa waved her hand, and with power following her will, an immense magical force instantly lifted the Three Pure Ones and the others up.

"We have seen the sage."

After the Three Pure Ones, Zhao Gongming and the others stepped forward and paid their respects to Nuwa.

Nuwa nodded slightly, signaling everyone to rise, and glanced at Zhao Gongming with a smile in her eyes.

She was the Holy Mother of Humanity, though for the sake of humanity's future, she could not show special concern for humanity.

But secretly, they were still keeping an eye on the human race. In the East Sea, the human race had multiplied and thrived to a great extent, which even surprised Nuwa.

With such terrifying reproductive ability, no race in the entire universe can rival it. Given time, it is unimaginable how much the human race will achieve.

Nuwa became even more confident that the human race had overcome numerous obstacles and hardships to become the protagonists of the world.

Following the Three Pure Ones, the Western duo, Zhunti and Jieyin, arrived riding on two auspicious clouds.

Behind him, on auspicious clouds, were four people, who were their disciples: Bhaisajyaguru, Maitreya, Mahasthamaprapta, and Ksitigarbha.

The usual frowns and grievances were gone from their faces, replaced by smiles.

Even for them, being preached by a sage is a rare opportunity that allows them to take another step forward on their path of enlightenment.

"The Styx Ancestor has arrived, the Zhenyuan Ancestor has arrived."

As the voice of Xuan Tian Huo Feng Jin Ning resounded, Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, west Wangmu, and other powerful figures of the primordial world entered one after another.

The temporary altar opened by Nuwa immediately became bustling with noise.

Countless ancient and powerful beings reminisced about the past, creating a lively atmosphere.

"This time, the sage is preaching, and the Wu tribe, lacking primordial spirits, will suffer a great loss."

"I don't think the Witch Clan will come. They don't have primordial spirits, so how can they comprehend the sage's teachings? This time, the Demon Clan will dominate the scene."

"The conflict between the lich and the demons is deepening day by day. It is unknown when the final battle will break out, and which of the two races will have the last laugh."

"The demon race is domineering, and the witch race is arrogant. I think in the end, it might end in a lose-lose situation."

As everyone was discussing, the clear voice of Xuan Tian Huo Feng Jin Ning rang out again.

"The Heavenly Demon Emperor Jun and the Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi have arrived with their multitude of demon saints."

"The demon emperors have arrived?"

Everyone was startled and quickly shut their mouths, no longer daring to gossip.

Donghuang Taiyi is incredibly powerful; if you anger him, he'll really dare to take action.

With his near-saintly cultivation at the Great Perfection stage, coupled with the innate treasure Chaos Bell, all the powerful beings present were filled with fear.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi walked in front, both dressed in magnificent golden crow imperial robes.

Nine demon saints, Kunpeng, and Fuxi followed on either side as they walked in. Their eyes swept over the powerful beings who had come to listen to the lecture, and finally landed on Nuwa.

"We have met the Holy Nuwa."

"Your Majesty, no need for formalities."

Nuwa remained calm and waved for Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to rise.

Her eyes fell on Fuxi, and she felt a pang of guilt.

It's all because of me; otherwise, my brother wouldn't have had to join the Heavenly Court and get caught up in the Great Tribulation for no reason.

However, now that I have attained enlightenment, I will do my best to help my brother escape.

Not long after, the voice of Xuan Tian Huo Feng Jin Ning rang out again, "The Ancestral Witch Di Jiang of the Pangu Palace has arrived with nine Ancestral Witches."

The crisp sound echoed throughout the chaos, stunning countless powerful beings and cultivators.

The twelve ancestral witches of Buzhou Mountain have also arrived?

It should be understood that the Wu tribe only cultivates the physical body and has no primordial spirit, so even if they come to listen to the lectures, it will be of no use to them.

They still remembered that when the Dao Ancestor preached three times in the Zixiao Palace, the Twelve Ancestral Witches listened back and forth three times, dozing off each time, yet still gained nothing.

"Why are those guys here too!"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi frowned, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts.

At that moment, a wild, immortal, profound and deep aura swept over us.

Dijiang, leading the other nine ancestral witches, strode over, bowing to the powerful figures along the way, his face beaming with joy.

As they passed by Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, they suddenly stopped and laughed.

"Oh, so the two Demon Emperors have also come. We didn't even see them just now. We thought the Demon Emperors were too busy with state affairs to come."

Donghuang Taiyi smiled faintly, "When a sage preaches, expounding the profound mysteries of the supreme Dao, how can we be absent? It is true that fellow Daoist Wu's body-cultivation technique is impressive, but without a primordial spirit, are you going to doze off again like the Dao Ancestor did when he preached?"

If Dijiang's mockery was subtle and showed disrespect for the Heavenly Court, then Donghuang Taiyi's disdain for the Wu Clan was blatant and naked.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong was enraged. He opened his maw, spewing forth fiery energy that melted the heavens and earth, and a scorching aura rushed towards them.

"You old three-legged bird, we're here to listen to your lecture, what's it to you? Want to start a war?"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression also turned cold instantly, and the illusory image of the Chaos Bell behind him appeared and disappeared, the power of the innate supreme treasure shaking the prehistoric universe.

"Let's start a war then! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The many powerful figures around watched this scene without showing any surprise on their faces.

The Lich and the Lich races are natural enemies; it's not uncommon for them to start arguing after just three sentences.

Fuxi rubbed his temples, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face, and had no choice but to step forward and mediate.

"The sage preaching is a grand event of our great world. I urge you all to restrain your tempers and not delay the opportunities of other fellow Daoists."

With Fuxi present to mediate, the Wu tribe and the Yao tribe finally stopped arguing.

After waiting a while longer and seeing that no one came, Nuwa, sitting in the head seat, slowly said, "Please, fellow Daoists, take your seats."

The Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, Jieyin, and Fuxi, took their seats as instructed.

Instantly, everyone's attention turned to the remaining futon next to Nuwa.

(End of this chapter)