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

After cultivating for a while and adjusting his own state to its best, Kunpeng began to observe his surroundings.

When they were scrambling for seats, everyone released their auras.

Kunpeng, with its keen senses, already had a general idea of ​​their cultivation levels.

At this time, most of the cultivators in the hall were at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, while one-tenth were at the middle stage.

Only those with the most advanced innate divine or demonic origins can achieve later-stage cultivation.

For example, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Taiyi, Styx, Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, except for Dijiang, are all in this category.

The Great Luo Dao taught by Hongjun was to help everyone understand the cultivation path of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, just as all the immortals held their breath in anticipation, Haotian, who was guarding the gate outside the palace, and Yaochi Tongzi exchanged a glance.

As the three-thousand-year deadline approached, the two were about to join forces to close the gate of the Zixiao Palace, which isolated the mortal world.

Suddenly, a series of urgent and piercing cries pierced through the heavy palace gates:

"Fellow Daoist, wait! Please stop!"

"This humble Taoist priest has not yet entered!"

Before the words were finished, two disheveled figures staggered into the hall.

The two men were dressed in rags, their hair disheveled, their faces covered in dust, and they exuded a desolate air of having narrowly escaped death in the chaos.

It was Jieyin and Zhunti who came from the West.

Haotian and Yaochi remained indifferent, neither stopping them nor bowing. After the two stumbled inside, they immediately began to cast spells.

Boom—!

With a deep, resounding thud, the gate of Zixiao Palace, symbolizing unparalleled opportunity, slowly closed, completely cutting off all outside prying eyes.

The figures of the two boys faded away and disappeared into the void.

The commotion inside the hall instantly broke the silence.

All the innate gods and demons withdrew from their meditative states and stared intently at the two uninvited guests.

Zhunti and Jieyin, without bothering to wipe the dust off their bodies, fixed their gazes on the six prayer mats at the very front of the crowd.

The entire Zixiao Palace was filled with three thousand powerful Da Luo cultivators, but only at the very front were six futons set up.

Anyone with a modicum of wisdom can see the mystery here; beneath that futon lies an earth-shattering opportunity!

Their eyes met, and in an instant, they reached a consensus: for the sake of the revival of the West, this opportunity must be seized!

So the two brothers bypassed the many cultivators and went straight to the front.

Their gazes swept over the six people on the prayer mats one by one, their minds racing with calculations.

Three of them are the Three Pure Ones.

These three had already established a formidable reputation in the primordial world, and their auras were connected, forming an impenetrable wall. They were no pushovers and should not be trifled with.

Let's look at the last one, Nuwa.

Nuwa and Fuxi were siblings with a deep bond, their breaths intertwined. If they were to fight, it would be difficult to gain the upper hand, and they might even suffer a disastrous defeat.

When they looked at Houtu, the two felt a chill run down their spines, as if a great terror was brewing in the darkness.

Finally, their gazes fell upon Kunpeng, who was ranked fourth.

"Who is this person?" Jieyin frowned slightly, and after probing with his divine sense, he found that the other party's background was obscure. "I have never heard of such a person in the prehistoric world."

A glint of light flashed in Zhunti's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Senior brother, look, he doesn't have any clan protectors by his side. He must be a rogue cultivator with no background. He probably got this position entirely by luck."

"In that case..." A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of Jieyin's lips, "Then let's choose him."

Meanwhile, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, atop the high platform, did not appear. The author, Qiu Yuzhongde Yiye, personally recommends: "I hope you enjoy the story of 'Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan.'" He simply takes everything in stride.

"In the end, something unexpected happened."

Hongjun sighed inwardly.

In the past, the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic caused the destruction of the Western spiritual veins and the collapse of the earth's veins, resulting in him incurring a huge karmic debt to the West.

According to the natural order, the West is destined for prosperity, and this karmic debt must be repaid.

However, this cause and effect is owed to the "West," rather than specifically to "Cundi" and "Jieyin."

Supporting the rise of the West is an inevitable trend, but deciding who will lead the Western religion is a minor, manipulable issue.

After becoming a saint, Hongjun had a clear understanding of the situation in the prehistoric world.

In the future, he will completely merge with the Dao, and at that time, many things will have to follow the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and he will no longer be able to do as he pleases.

Therefore, before aligning with the Dao, all arrangements must fit together perfectly.

He abandoned the path of the Chaos God and devoted himself to the primordial world, even sacrificing his freedom to merge with the Dao. Subjectively, he naturally did not want to see the primordial world collapse.

After all, if he messes up this world, how can he obtain the legendary Pangu Dao Fruit?

According to Hongjun's original deduction, the one sitting on the futon now should be the Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Hongyun is known as the "Good Man of the Primordial World," having accumulated countless good deeds throughout his life, leaving countless beings indebted to him by karma.

Furthermore, his close friend Zhen Yuanzi possesses the earth's most precious treasure, the "Book of Earth." If he can be guided slightly to embark on the path of "borrowing for revival," the West will prosper in the future, and those powerful beings who owe Hongyun karma will have no choice but to help him repair the Western earth veins. It's practically a perfect closed loop.

But now...

Kunpeng? Who's that? Isn't he in his plans?

Hongjun had a headache.

If not for the guidance of Heaven, he wouldn't even know this person existed.

Just as Hongjun was attempting to ascend to sainthood, the Heavenly Dao, sensing his progress, discovered that he had actually created the written language and spread it among all living beings, thus accumulating considerable merit.

"It seems there were still some mistakes." Hongjun shook his head to himself.

The path to sainthood is extremely complex. Although the Heavenly Dao has its own choices involved, and Hongjun can intervene, he cannot see the whole picture.

Perhaps this Kunpeng holds a secret that even the Heavenly Dao values.

But it doesn't matter. Now that we're seated, we can still do some minor adjustments later.

As for the matter in the West, although Zhunti and Jieyin are also candidates, in Hongjun's calculations, these two are incompatible with the Xuanmen he established. If the sainthood is given to them, it may impact the orthodoxy of Xuanmen.

As their thoughts raced, the atmosphere in the main hall became tense and confrontational.

Knowing that the opportunity was too good to pass up, Zhunti and Jieyin immediately put on their dramatic act. With tears in their eyes and their bodies trembling, they knelt down in front of Hongyun—or rather, rushed directly to Kunpeng and began to wail loudly in front of everyone.

"It's so bitter—!!"

Zhunti pounded his chest with both hands, his face streaked with tears, his voice so mournful it seemed he had suffered a tremendous injustice, echoing throughout the entire Zixiao Palace:

"My fellow disciple and I have traveled a long way from the barren lands of the West, solely to hear the great teachings of the sage!"

"Along the way, we have encountered countless hardships and dangers, and almost died! We have been living in chaos, drinking the wind and dew, and spending countless years before we finally managed to reach this Zixiao Palace."

"But now, with the sage about to descend, we don't even have a place to sit!"

"Exhausted in body and mind, having failed to attain the Great Dao, how can we face the billions of beings in the West?"

When he got to the sad parts, Zhunti burst into tears and snot, crying so loudly that it was unsettling to listen to, yet one had to admit that his performance was truly remarkable.

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