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

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Kunpeng pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice clearly resounding throughout the surroundings: "In the past, during the great war between the Dao and the Demon, the Demon Ancestor Rahu held a primordial black lotus in his hand, which was of the same origin as the primordial white lotus in my hand, both belonging to the primordial twelve-grade lotus."

"Now that the Demon Ancestor has fallen, the whereabouts of that innate black lotus are also unknown." As he said this, Kunpeng looked at Zhunti Jieyin, seemingly implying something.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti, fearing that Kunpeng would assume the Black Lotus was in their hands, immediately interrupted, waving his hands in protest: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are wise!"

"When the Demon Ancestor fell, the world was thrown into chaos, and that black lotus has long since disappeared. It certainly did not fall into the hands of my fellow disciple and me. We truly do not possess this item. We hope that you will show mercy and offer us a different condition?"

Kunpeng gently shook his head, his gaze profound, seeing through the thoughts in their hearts, and said calmly, "It's alright, I know this matter has nothing to do with you two."

"I do not demand that you find that innate black lotus. You only need to agree that no matter how many years pass, as long as you find an innate lotus of the same level as the twelfth-grade black lotus, you will compensate me. In this way, the past karma will be wiped clean and there will be no more ties."

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both troubled. A primordial lotus of the same level was a rare treasure, something that could be encountered but not sought after.

Once this promise is made, one bears the weight of cause and effect over countless years, a truly heavy burden.

But if they don't comply now and anger Kunpeng, they won't be able to get past this hurdle, and the opportunity represented by the futon will vanish into thin air.

As the two weighed the pros and cons, subtle ripples suddenly appeared in the void directly above the main hall. Primordial purple energy filled the air, and the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun quietly broke through the void, sitting upright on the cloud bed.

The Dao Ancestor's gaze was calm as he slowly swept over the masses below, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He was shocked to discover that the cultivators who came to listen to the Dao had changed batch after batch. Apart from a few quasi-saints with profound foundations and who had lived for countless ages, most of them were unfamiliar new faces, including many who had just broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

With their level of cultivation, listening to this supreme and sacred path of the sages would be like listening to a heavenly book; they would find it difficult to comprehend even the slightest bit.

Among them, the most embarrassed were the group of listeners, including Daoist Ran Deng.

Take Randeng as an example. He missed the first two lectures at Zixiao Palace because he was in seclusion. When he rushed over for the third time, he sat in the hall and found that the Dao Ancestor's teachings were so profound that he could not understand them at all, as if he were listening to a book from heaven.

According to the seniority of cultivation in the primordial world, he had heard the Dao Ancestor preach the Dao, and should be on equal footing with Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Laojun and others. This situation, where he was confused but had a high seniority, made him extremely embarrassed.

In addition, he missed the first two enlightenments of the Great Dao and was completely ignorant of the method of severing the three corpses to become a saint. After many years of cultivation, he was always stuck at the threshold of quasi-saint and had no way to break through.

Left with no other choice, the proud and arrogant Randeng finally abandoned his pride and took the initiative to become a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, condescending to become the vice leader of Yuxu Palace.

The various changes that followed during the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial World were foreshadowed by this.

Yuanshi Tianzun disliked Randeng, who was opportunistic and sycophantic. Randeng had wasted countless years in Yuxu Palace, never receiving the true teachings and making no progress in his cultivation. His anxiety grew day by day.

Finally, at the end of the Investiture of the Gods, he broke with the Chan Sect and betrayed it, leading a group of Chan Sect cultivators to join the Western Sect.

It was also through the final battle of the Investiture of the Gods that Jieyin and Zhunti converted three thousand mortals of the Jie Sect, accumulating boundless fortune and merit. The Western Sect flourished and was renamed Buddhism, focusing on Mahayana Buddhism, and its power shook the prehistoric world.

Of course, these are all things of the future, and no one knows them now.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and looked down at Kunpeng and Jieyin and Zhunti. Seeing that the expected conflict had not broken out, he had a slight thought and thought to himself: "Well, since Kunpeng has voluntarily given up the opportunity to become a saint, it is clear that he is not destined for the position of a Heavenly Saint. It cannot be forced."

"Now that the guide has settled into his seat on the futon and has the opportunity to attain sainthood, he will be given a wisp of primordial purple energy and ordered to go to the west to revive that barren land, which is in accordance with the great trend of Heaven."

Having made up his mind, Hongjun said no more and closed his eyes to wait for the listeners to calm down.

Kunpeng glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti one last time, his eyes full of meaning, and slowly said, "Fellow Daoists, you can think about this carefully."

Having said that, he turned around and walked to the seat next to Fuxi, where he sat down, closed his eyes, and waited for the Dao Ancestor to begin his lecture.

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Hongjun slowly closed his eyes. Behind him, the innate auspicious clouds surged, and three flowers of the Great Dao slowly bloomed on the clouds. Above his head, a dazzling saintly Dao fruit containing endless heavenly laws appeared.

In an instant, the vast and boundless Daoist aura surged forth like a tidal wave from the Dao Ancestor, instantly enveloping the entire Zixiao Palace. The profound and endless true sound of the Great Dao echoed in every corner of the hall.

In an instant, all the cultivators present felt their minds violently shaken, their souls being drawn by an invisible force, as if they were being pulled into a boundless ocean of sacred Dao. Everything around them was empty, and only the true words of the Great Dao echoed continuously in the depths of their souls, immersing them completely in the supreme Dao.

Kunpeng abandoned all distractions and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the myriad paths of Tao.

Consciousness spun wildly.

They continuously tried to understand the Way of the Sage as taught by Hongjun, and recorded the Great Dao in Zixiao Palace for the parts they could not understand.

Even so, Kunpeng only understood five or six parts of it.

If even the Kunpeng is like this, the rest are naturally not much better.

Those at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level find even the beginning difficult to understand.

It will only be more painful than that of the Kunpeng.

The path of the sage is right before your eyes, yet you can't understand it at all; it's pure torture.

The same approach applies: don't worry if you don't understand, just write it down first and study it slowly when you get back.

But the path of the sage is not so easy to remember.

I went through it once in my mind, and then I forgot it all.

Hongjun did not slow down his sermon at all; on the contrary, he sped up even more.

Hongjun didn't care whether they could understand or not. All he needed to do in his sermon was for the few people sitting on the prayer mats he had placed there to understand most of it.

Among those present, the strongest was only a quasi-saint who had severed one of his corpses, while Hongjun spoke of the Great Dao of the Saint, and the two were not even on the same level.

Besides representing sainthood, the six prayer cushions primarily serve to enhance understanding.

What is a sage? As the saying goes: Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; similarly, in the eyes of a sage, all those below him are ants.

Why are sages so powerful?

That's because, in the primordial world, the Dao of the Sages is the fundamental Dao of the universe, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is perfect.

Since it's perfect, does that mean there were absolutely no flaws?

There are no flaws, and their strength and power are incomparably great. How can you fight them?

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