Primordial Era: I am Donghua, this Heavenly Emperor is too majestic.

Most importantly, even though the immortals of the primordial world had long been dissatisfied with the witch clan, they were powerless against them because the witch clan had the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Making a hasty move might result in being killed instead.

Where can I go to seek justice?

Therefore, given the Wu tribe's tyrannical way of doing things, over time they inevitably became disliked by everyone.

"The Witch Clan..."

Donghua's gaze fell on Houtu's back, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

If he were to establish a Celestial Court in the future and act as the ruler of the heavens, he would inevitably have to deal with the Witch Clan. Therefore, how to handle the relationship with the Witch Clan would become of paramount importance.

However, the only thing that is certain is...

Without sufficient strength, it's best not to confront the Witch Clan head-on.

After all, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation left behind by Pangu was no joke; even sages had to be wary of it.

Such a good thing should naturally be reserved for that bastard Di Jun.

Donghua turned his gaze away from Houtu and looked at the other female immortal standing on one side of the white jade square.

Her hair was styled in a spiral bun, adorned with a kingfisher feather phoenix hairpin; her robes fluttered like flowing rosy clouds. Embroidered on them were patterns of the sun and moon shining together, and stars arrayed in a row, with a round and harmonious purple light, embodying the image of a primordial energy, as if she were draped in the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, exuding an air of authority, as if he embodied the order of heaven and earth and held the balance of the universe.

Donghua wondered to himself, "Who is this innate deity?"

Judging from the aura emanating from this female immortal, she must be a powerful figure from the Starry Sky lineage, but it is unknown which one she is.

The primordial starry sea is vast and boundless.

It can be divided into three enclosures and twenty-eight constellations, from which countless innate deities were born. Among them, the most well-known female deities are the sisters Xihe and Changxi.

But the goddess before them had no trace of Yin energy, and was clearly not either of the two.

"Could it be that one?"

At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Donghua, and he remembered another person. It seemed that only the legendary figure possessed such power.

However, before he could think further, the chaos was broken again, and two more people landed in front of the Zixiao Palace.

The two men were somewhat similar in stature and appearance, with slanted eyebrows that flew into their temples. They wore cloud-patterned crane cloaks and robes with sun, moon, and star patterns on them. The robes were embroidered with the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and both had the appearance of supreme beings.

It was the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi.

As these two appeared, Donghua noticed that the female immortal with her hair in a bun had suddenly furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly, and a hint of disgust appeared in her eyes.

"Dijun, Taiyi..."

Donghua's expression also shifted slightly when he saw the two of them.

If he wanted to establish a celestial court and unify the prehistoric world, he would inevitably clash with these two brothers.

Just then, as if sensing his gaze, Di Jun suddenly turned his head to look at Dong Hua, a somewhat enigmatic smile on his face.

The two are both great supernatural beings who possess the essence of Lesser Yang and the essence of Greater Yang, respectively, and both have the destiny of an emperor. At such close range, it is inevitable that they will feel something between them.

As their eyes met, sparks seemed to flash faintly in the void.

"It looks like a fierce battle is inevitable!"

Donghua sighed softly in his heart, but he did not feel the slightest fear. On the contrary, his fighting spirit burned like a wildfire, which was hard to extinguish.

The debate over the fundamental principles is not about right or wrong.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.

It's simply a matter of who has the better methods and who can have the last laugh!

He has the incomplete Jade Disc of Creation in his hand, and the advantage of foresight. If he still can't defeat Di Jun, he might as well just kill himself.

"Brother Donghua!"

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Donghua's ears.

He turned his head and saw Jin Hongshi and Yun Zhongjun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He immediately smiled and said, "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon after we parted in Wuyi Mountain."

"yes!"

The two approached Donghua, their expressions quite excited. Jin Hong stroked his beard and smiled, "Since you left, Fellow Daoist, Yun Zhongjun and I have often missed you. Seeing you today, Fellow Daoist's demeanor is indeed even more impressive than before."

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun seemed to notice something and exclaimed in surprise, "Fellow Daoist, have you broken through again?!"

Upon hearing Yun Zhongjun's words, Jin Hongshi realized that Donghua's aura seemed to be several times stronger than when he left Wuyi Mountain, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly.

Donghua smiled slightly and said, "Haha, it was just luck."

"By sheer luck..."

Upon hearing Donghua's tacit admission that he had broken through his cultivation level again, Jin Hongshi and Yun Zhongjun exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

Keep in mind that it has only been a few eons since they last parted ways, yet Donghua has managed to break through to the next level.

This speed of cultivation is truly astonishing.

At this time, Donghua also began to introduce Jin Hongshi and west Wangmu and Xuan Nu, who were beside him.

All of them were Great Luo Golden Immortals, and with Donghua acting as their intermediary, they got to know each other after chatting for a while.

They have implicitly formed a small group.

As the three were chatting, they suddenly heard a creak, and the gate of Zixiao Palace was finally pushed open.

All eyes outside the hall were drawn to it.

Immediately afterwards, two boys with red lips and white teeth, dressed in plain white robes, walked out of the hall. They were Haotian and Yaochi.

Its true form is a pair of chaotic yin-yang precious jades.

In the original mythology, after the great calamity of the Lich King, Hongjun appointed Haotian as the Heavenly Emperor and Yaochi as the Queen Mother, with the two of them jointly ruling the prehistoric world.

Haotian was an ambitious man who wanted to firmly control the Three Realms, but there were already several saints above him, and no one took him, the puppet emperor, seriously. Therefore, no matter how many tricks he had, he could not use them.

However, with the arrival of the Investiture of the Gods calamity, disciples of the three religions entered the calamity, and Haotian actually gained a considerable advantage from it.

That said, the appearance of Haotian Yaochi surprised all the immortals present.

They discovered that the two individuals exuded a powerful aura befitting Great Luo Golden Immortals, even surpassing that of many others present. They couldn't help but think to themselves, "The Sage truly has a grand vision."

At this moment, the majesty of Zixiao Palace seemed to finally manifest itself in some tangible way.

Regardless of what the immortals were thinking, after Haotian Yaochi appeared, he said in unison, "We hereby proclaim the Lord's decree, inviting all fellow Daoists to enter Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao."

As the gates of Zixiao Palace were slowly opened, Donghua's expression finally became much more serious, and he instructed the people around him:

"Once you enter the Purple Cloud Palace, you must do your best to move forward and occupy the best position to listen to the teachings."

Although Zixiao Palace is large, there are only so many good spots to listen to the teachings.

If you are even a little slow, you might be pushed to the back, and if that affects your ability to hear the sermon, it would be a huge loss.

At this moment, Donghua was thinking of even more.

According to the previous life's teachings, the six prayer cushions at the very front, to some extent, represent the six divinely ordained holy positions.

Are the candidates for these six positions fixed?

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