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

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"The Path of Reception has a deep connection with the Western Land and will make great contributions to the West, and may also attain enlightenment."

Hongjun spoke in turn, bestowing three streams of Primordial Purple Qi upon Houtu and Jieyin respectively, which were then integrated into their seas of consciousness.

Thus, the six holy positions were established, and the six paths of primordial purple energy each returned to their respective masters.

The cultivators below the stage suddenly realized that the six futons in Zixiao Palace had already determined the ownership of the six holy positions.

For a moment, the hall was filled with sighs of regret, and many cultivators were filled with remorse.

In everyone's eyes, the one who regrets it the most is Kunpeng.

When the first sermon was held at Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng was the first to grab a prayer mat, but he arrived late for the second sermon and had his seat taken away, thus missing out on the holy position.

Kunpeng revealed a face full of regret and dejection, but his heart remained calm and undisturbed.

Meanwhile, the guide standing to the side was filled with immense joy. Before this lecture, it was agreed that a 12th-grade innate green lotus would be exchanged for the karma of this sainthood, and now it seemed to be an incredibly fortunate opportunity.

He secretly made up his mind that this cause and effect must be settled. If he could not find a suitable innate spiritual treasure in the future, even after becoming a saint, he would still obtain one for Kunpeng to repay this cause and effect.

At this moment, Hongjun still had the last wisp of Primordial Purple Qi left, but he hesitated to distribute it.

This made the cultivators below the stage, who had not yet had the opportunity, extremely anxious, and they all secretly speculated.

Could it be that if one is not destined for a divinely ordained saintly position, then there is no chance of attaining enlightenment?

The demon emperor Di Jun immediately stepped forward, his expression urgent, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, asking, "May I ask, Master, Taiyi and I are the Heavenly Emperors of the Demon Clan, acting on behalf of the Heavenly Dao to guard the primordial demon race and educate all demons. I wonder if my brother and I have the opportunity to attain the Primordial Dao?"

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed across Hongjun's face.

The cultivators listening to the teachings below the stage can all be considered part of his Xuanmen lineage. The rise and fall of Xuanmen disciples directly affects his own fortune.

If his disciples become saints and his fortunes flourish, his chances of seizing the Pangu Dao Fruit will greatly increase.

However, the position of the Primordial Saint is determined by the Heavenly Dao, and even if he is the Dao Ancestor, he cannot forcibly defy the will of Heaven.

Seeing Hongjun's expression, Nuwa couldn't help but worry for her brother Fuxi. She quickly rose and respectfully asked, "Teacher, my brother Fuxi's talent, aptitude, and understanding of the Dao surpasses mine by a hundredfold. I implore you, teacher, to grant him a chance to attain enlightenment!"

Zhunti, standing to the side, was covered in cold sweat, his heart filled with fear and unease. Seeing Hongjun's indifferent expression, his heart sank to the bottom. He hurriedly stepped forward and kowtowed: "Master, Brother Jieyin and I came from the West together, wholeheartedly pursuing the Dao. I wonder if your disciple Zhunti has any hope of attaining enlightenment?"

Looking at the anxious expressions of the cultivators below the stage, Hongjun sighed softly: "The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one escapes, which is a sliver of hope. All of you have this sliver of hope to attain the Dao."

"This final wisp of primordial purple energy will depend on your individual destiny and fate; whoever obtains it will rely entirely on their own fortune!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun raised his hand and waved it. The last wisp of primordial purple energy instantly transformed into a stream of light and flew into the crowd of cultivators below the stage, waiting for a destined person to pick it up.

At this moment, Zixiao Palace was in complete uproar!

That is no longer a vague and elusive opportunity, but a tangible foundation of the Great Dao.

The cultivators present could no longer care about propriety or restraint. They all unleashed their natal magic treasures and used their supreme divine powers, determined to seize this last opportunity to become a saint.

The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi exchanged a glance, and without a word, a tacit understanding arose.

The power of stars surged around the two, transforming into countless stars, which together suppressed the purple aura.

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with dazzling light and intertwined laws. Apart from the six quasi-saints who had already obtained purple energy on the futons, all the powerful beings were drawn into this thrilling struggle.

The Kunpeng Ancestor also made a move.

He transformed into a streak of light, moving with lightning speed, traversing the chaotic battlefield with ease.

However, his target was not the purple aura itself, but rather the overall situation he was observing from the shadows.

With his keen perception of the celestial order, he subtly manipulated the threads of fate, altering the trajectory of that purple aura.

The purple aura that was originally meant to fly westward to Zhunti fell onto Houtu's head due to his interference.

At the same time, because of Kunpeng's intervention, Hongyun did not sit on the prayer mat before the lecture, and the cause and effect of "giving up his seat" also disappeared.

Without this cause and effect, to whom would this purple aura, which originally belonged to no one, ultimately end up?

Despite everyone's best efforts, the primordial purple energy was as slippery as an eel, evading all attempts to intercept it.

Just when everyone thought it would disappear into the void, it seemed to be summoned by something, drawing a mysterious arc and landing precisely on... the head of the Kunpeng!

Hongjun Daozu's gaze swept over Kunpeng, his eyes calm and still, making no comment, as if all of this was within his expectations.

With the seven strands of primordial purple energy each finding their place, a fierce battle finally came to an end.

Those cultivators who failed to obtain the purple energy, such as Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Ming He, all looked ashen-faced, dejected, and filled with disappointment and resentment.

Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, glanced at Kunpeng with a deep, enigmatic look, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, Kunpeng's heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

He never imagined that his secret scheme would inadvertently bring him the final opportunity to become a saint.

He tried countless methods to expel this hot potato from his body, but once the Primordial Purple Qi entered his body, it became firmly bound to his true spirit and could not be separated no matter what.

Seeing that the purple aura had been distributed, Hongjun Daozu finally spoke, his voice resounding throughout the hall once more: "Dao De, Yuan Shi, and Ling Bao, the three of you are destined to be with me. You shall become my disciples, the direct successors of my Xuanmen!"

Upon hearing this, the three brothers immediately stepped forward and respectfully performed a deep bow: "Master, please accept our bow!"

Hongjun nodded in satisfaction. These Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, with profound roots and excellent aptitude. Taking them as his personal disciples was the best choice to strengthen the fortune of the Xuanmen.

"Moral, you are the eldest brother. This is the innate treasure, the 'Tai Chi Diagram,' which I bestow upon you for self-defense."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient scroll depicting the yin and yang symbols appeared out of thin air, radiating supreme power to pacify the earth, water, fire, and wind.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to accept the gift, expressing his gratitude respectfully.

"Yuanshi, this is the 'Pangu Banner,' also a supreme innate treasure, unparalleled in its offensive power, capable of suppressing the fortunes of major sects. You may take it."

Another precious treasure has been born. The Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable could not hide his joy. After looking around, he stepped forward and solemnly accepted the Pangu Banner.

Finally, Hongjun looked at the Heavenly Venerable Lingbao of the Upper Clarity and took out a treasure with a murderous aura: "Lingbao, this is the 'Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram' and the 'Immortal Slaughtering Sword,' which were once the possessions of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, and their power is unparalleled."

"Once this formation is complete, it cannot be broken without the combined efforts of four Primordial Saints. You must use it with caution!"

The Supreme Celestial Venerable of the Pure Land was already obsessed with the way of the sword, and upon seeing these four precious swords and the array diagram, he was overjoyed.

This was the treasure he had been dreaming of!

He happily accepted it and repeatedly kowtowed to express his gratitude to his teacher.

Then, Hongjun turned his gaze to Nuwa: "Nuwa, you and I also have a master-disciple relationship, you can be my fourth personal disciple."

"These are the 'Red Embroidered Ball' and the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers,' both bestowed upon you."

Nuwa gracefully curtsied, accepted the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, and withdrew with great joy.

At this point, Hongjun Daozu had accepted four disciples and would not continue. The other powerful beings in the hall, though unwilling, understood that the opportunity had been decided and could only wait for further arrangements.