Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

The moment the gates of Zixiao Palace opened, the energy in front of the palace surged, and numerous powerful figures rushed into Zixiao Palace at the same time.

After the immortals entered, they found that in the huge palace, there were only six futons placed under the altar.

Everyone knew that these six prayer cushions were definitely not ordinary.

However, this place is the sacred ground of a sage. Although the immortals do not know who the sage is, when Hongjun became a sage, the sage's aura spread throughout the prehistoric world for a moment, and even those far away could feel it.

So the immortals began to use their respective abilities and headed towards the prayer mat.

"Six futons represent six holy positions. Does this mean that as long as one ascends one of the six futons, one is a true divinely ordained saint?" Kunpeng wondered to himself.

As he made his move, he secretly transmitted a message to the Ancestral Witch, "Houtu, this futon holds a great opportunity; it might just solve the problem of your Witch Clan's inability to cultivate their primordial spirit!"

The reason it was passed on to Houtu instead of Dijiang is that, compared to Dijiang, Houtu is bound to become a saint in the future. After all, among the twelve ancestral witches, only Houtu can do the task of reincarnation.

The cycle of reincarnation is to complete the primordial chaos, and one is destined to become a saint.

Of course, Kunpeng also wanted to test whether these six positions were truly unchangeable.

Houtu did not ask, because she herself felt that these six futons were extraordinary, but she had previously thought that since the Wu clan did not have a primordial spirit, it would not matter whether she obtained them or not.

But Kunpeng has now given Houtu a reason.

If the problem of the Wu Clan's inability to cultivate their primordial spirit can truly be solved, this position must be seized. Therefore, he directly transmitted his voice to the other twelve Ancestral Wu bloodlines: "Brothers and sisters, help me seize the throne."

On the same day, Dapeng rose from the wind and lifted up to 90,000 miles.

When it comes to speed, Kunpeng is truly not afraid of anyone except Dijiang.

Kunpeng walks the path of transcendence, but if he could have a sage's position as a safety net, he would be quite happy to accept it.

The purpose of involving the twelve ancestral witches in this power struggle was to create chaos, making it easier for him to seize power.

Kunpeng's eyes shone brightly as he used his escape technique to soar upwards.

However, the Zixiao Palace was no ordinary place. What seemed like a short distance away was actually as far as the ends of the earth!

"Folding space! With a flap of my wing, I can travel 880,000 miles in an instant, but three breaths have already passed, and I still haven't reached those six futons!"

Kunpeng was alarmed, but he was flying with all his might and dared not be distracted by anything else.

"Boom!"

A fierce wind howled around Kunpeng, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and all sorts of strange phenomena appeared in the void. He transformed into a streak of light, flapped his wings and soared into the sky, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

However, at this point, the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to exert their power.

Dijiang used the laws of space to try to send Houtu into the first futon.

The other Ancestral Witches then began to use their laws to interfere with the others.

The Three Pure Ones have the Xuanhuang Pagoda above their heads, and the Xuanhuang Qi hangs down, impervious to all laws. Wherever they pass, cultivators are pushed away by the invisible Daoist aura. Taiqing lightly sweeps his whisk to stabilize the head seat, with Yuqing and Shangqing following closely to his left and right. The three of them firmly occupy the three seats.

A deafening roar, like the first thunderclap at the dawn of creation, resounded. Dijiang's figure swayed, the laws of space surging wildly around him, actually tearing a rift in the chaotic air! He grabbed Houtu's arm and shouted, "Go!"

In an instant, Houtu's figure was as if pushed by an invisible hand, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles and landing steadily on the first futon!

"What?!" The three Qings all changed color at the same time.

They originally intended to use their advantages to occupy the first three prayer mats, but unexpectedly, the Twelve Ancestral Witches intervened.

Faced with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' unbridled interference, the three disregarded everything else and immediately sat down on the other three prayer mats.

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"What a magnificent Twelve Ancestral Witches!" Kunpeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the Great Peng Dharma Form suddenly unfolded, its wings flapping for 300,000 miles!

He paid no attention to the fighting around him, and pushed his speed to the limit, turning into a streak of light and rushing straight to the fourth prayer mat.

Although the illusory image of the Earth Book of the Red Cloud Ancestor blocked his way, he forcibly purified it with the holy radiance of the Pure World White Lotus. Even the Karmic Fire Red Lotus of the Styx Ancestor dared not easily taint his escape light.

"Trying to take the throne? Not so easy!" Di Jun sneered. "Second brother, help me seize the throne."

The Chaos Bell emitted a deafening hum, and golden light surged toward the Kunpeng like a tidal wave.

However, just as the bell was about to ring, attempting to freeze the Kunpeng in place...

However, Donghuang Taiyi was interrupted and stopped by Gonggong and Zhurong.

"You scruffy bird, trying to steal a spot and get some food? You'll have to get past your grandpa first."

"Zhu Rong will seize the Chaos Bell first."

Donghuang Taiyi was blocked, and others tried to stop Kunpeng, but they couldn't stop him at all. Without the obstruction of the Chaos Bell, Kunpeng ignored the other attacks, flashed, and sat steadily on the fourth futon!

Nuwa and Fuxi worked together to create the innate Yin-Yang diagram to block the way.

"Sister, go quickly!" Fuxi shouted, and the Taiji symbol in the Yin-Yang diagram circulated, blocking all the hidden arrows.

Nuwa seized the opportunity and stepped forward, settling firmly onto the sixth futon. Fuxi sat cross-legged behind her, their magical powers merging to subtly form a defensive stance.

When Nuwa occupied the last prayer mat, the Zixiao Palace finally fell silent. Six prayer mats, six figures: Houtu, Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Kunpeng, and Nuwa.

This power struggle has now come to an end.

All six prayer cushions were now occupied.

Although the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were dissatisfied, they were simply too weak to blame anyone else.

But they ultimately did not make another move.

Although Hongjun did not appear, his invisible pressure had already enveloped the entire area, and no one dared to act recklessly in this sacred place.

Seeing that all six futons had found their owners, Kunpeng closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking to the other cultivators.

Nuwa and Fuxi did the same, seemingly detached from the bustling activity in Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, Zhu Rong was about to make a move, but was stopped by Di Jiang.

"Big brother, that Chaos Bell..."

"We'll talk about it after we leave Zixiao Palace!"

Seeing that all six prayer cushions had been claimed, the other powerful figures in the hall, though unwilling, all fell silent, even the usually lawless Twelve Ancestral Witches. The rest of the group then abandoned their thoughts of trying to snatch them again.

For a moment, tranquility returned to the main hall.

The cultivators chose to sit behind the prayer mats. Some closed their eyes and concentrated, quietly feeling the vast Daoist aura permeating the Zixiao Palace, while others exchanged ideas, made friends, and talked.

As time went on, more cultivators arrived. Seeing that the prayer cushions were all used up, they all consciously sat upright in the back row, not daring to disturb them, and also entered into meditation.

Although Zixiao Palace is located in the chaos beyond the heavens, it is a sacred place and the closest place to the Dao of Heaven. The purity of the spiritual energy in the palace is unparalleled in the world.

The surrounding laws intertwine, seemingly within reach, carrying an indescribable affinity.

In particular, those six prayer cushions, with their subtle, flowing spiritual light, possessed remarkable properties, purifying the mind and enhancing understanding.

Kunpeng began his cultivation, feeling a warm, clear stream seeping into his body from beneath the futon, cleansing his magical power and primordial spirit.

"As expected of Hongjun, even a futon is a primordial spiritual treasure to aid cultivation." He thought to himself, then calmed his mind and devoted himself to comprehending this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to the Great Dao.