Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 31 Unspeakable

He quickly straightened his clothes, held his head high, and prepared to meet the gaze of the sage.

However, Hongjun only glanced at him before turning his gaze back to Di Yi.

After a moment, the sage spoke slowly, his voice carrying a faint sigh: "Alas—it cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

Having said that, he no longer looked at Di Yi, nor paid any attention to Dong Wanggong, but simply raised his hand and waved it lightly: "The sermon shall begin."

The Eastern King Duke stood there, stunned.

Unspeakable? What does that mean?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but dared not interrupt the sage's sermon.

But inside, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

What does that mean? Are you going to accept it or not? Why are you looking at me and then ignoring me? Why did you say "It cannot be spoken" to that scruffy bird?

He turned to look at Di Yi, who had already lowered his head to count the prayer mats again, as if nothing had happened.

The Eastern King Duke then looked at Hongjun on the high platform. The sage had already closed his eyes, and his body was filled with Daoist energy, about to begin his daily sermon.

He gritted his teeth, finally unable to hold back, and whispered, "Dao Ancestor, Master, I—"

Hongjun ignored him.

"What is ordained by Heaven can be done."

The sage's voice rang out, seemingly in response, yet also as if speaking to himself.

"Those who follow the will of Heaven will surely succeed; this is the way of following Heaven."

The Eastern King was stunned.

What does that mean? What do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly? I don't understand. Riddler, get out of here!

He looked at the Star-Crowned Taoist, who looked completely bewildered.

He looked at the other celestial officials, all of whom had their heads bowed, pretending to listen attentively.

No one could tell him the answer.

The Eastern King Duke stood frozen in place, his face alternating between pale and flushed, unsure whether to sit or stand.

Finally, Xingguan Daoren mustered his courage and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Your Majesty—please sit down." Dongwanggong took a deep breath, sat heavily back on the futon, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

At this moment, Di Yi was looking down, seemingly counting the prayer cushions, but in reality, he was overjoyed.

"Unspeakable"? Who cares if it's speakable or not, as long as they don't take my money.

He looked up at the ethereal figure on the high platform, then at the livid-faced Dongwanggong not far away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The controversy surrounding the apprenticeship passed by in a rather muddled way.

The sage's voice slowly rose as he preached.

This time, we're talking about the path of quasi-saints.

"A quasi-saint, as the name suggests, is a supreme saint."

Hongjun's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like a clear spring flowing through every inch of the mind.

"Upon reaching this level, one should grasp the laws, understand the Way of Heaven, and comprehend the principles governing the operation of all things. One should no longer be concerned with the quantity of magical power, but rather with the depth of the Dao."

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, everyone held their breath and listened intently.

Some people seemed lost in thought, some frowned, and some had already begun to secretly verify what they had learned.

Lao Tzu sat upright on the futon, his body radiating Daoist energy. After a moment, he opened his eyes and respectfully asked, "Teacher, where is the sage?"

Hongjun's gaze fell upon him, and he nodded slightly: "A sage is the manifestation of all things and all rules. He is in harmony with the Way of Heaven and integrated with all things."

Every word and deed embodies the principles of Heaven; every action bears the mark of the Dao.

He paused, then continued, "What I am speaking of today is the Path of Quasi-Saints, which is the Path of Supreme Saints. The key to this realm lies in severing the Three Corpses."

"The three corpses are the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the corpse of self-attachment. Only by eliminating the three corpses can one understand one's true nature and directly point to the Great Way."

"The most difficult of these is to sever attachment to self."

Hongjun's voice echoed throughout the hall, each word like a profound truth, resonating deep within everyone's hearts.

Laozi seemed lost in thought, bowing his head in contemplation. Yuanshi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had gained some insight. Tongtian frowned slightly, his fingers gently making calculations.

Nuwa closed her eyes and concentrated, her body radiating the aura of creation. Zhunti and Jieyin sat upright, their expressions devout.

The Eastern King was filled with excitement, as if he could already see the day when he would sever his three corpses and become a saint. At that time, he would be the one to patrol the prehistoric world on behalf of Heaven, and all things and races in the prehistoric world would dare not disobey him.

Meanwhile, the demons in the corner, whose cultivation levels varied, listened with rapt attention, while others looked completely bewildered.

Bai Ze tried his best to remember every word, while Kunpeng remained expressionless, and it was unclear how much he had absorbed.

As the dialogue between Hongjun and Laozi deepened, the sermon gradually reached its climax.

The words of a sage are like heavenly music, each word a gem, each sentence profound and mysterious.

Inside the hall, flowers rained down from the ceiling, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and the illusory images of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed endlessly across the dome.

At this moment, deep within Di Yi's mind, the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" quietly turned a new page.

On the pages, golden characters slowly emerged: "Hongmeng Hunyuan Daojun".

"It contains everything above the Great Luo Dao Lord, does not rely on anything else, is solely based on the mind and oneself, and transcends the Heavenly Dao. It is an indispensable step below the Hongmeng Sovereign Realm, and an inevitable result."

Emperor Yi's mind was shaken.

Isn't this the path beyond Quasi-Saint? No, it's even more thorough than Quasi-Saint—it doesn't rely on the Heavenly Dao, nor does it depend on external things; it purely uses its own Dao to prove its own fruit.

The scripture continues to reveal: "Please choose your inner thoughts on how to break through your limitations."

Emperor Yi remained silent for a moment.

He recalled the Golden Crow Nirvana Sutra and the shock he felt when he first read "The sun collapses, the black hole is reborn".

He recalled the intent of Pangu's axe on Mount Buzhou, which split the heavens with a single stroke, causing all paths to fall silent in fear.

He recalled his journey from the primordial era to the present, scavenging, cultivating, living a life of hardship, and enjoying life. He seemed to be going with the flow, but in reality, he was avoiding being manipulated at every step.

But is that enough?

Is it enough?

not enough.

He wanted to be like Pangu—to cut through all constraints with a single axe and truly transcend this primordial world.

Di Yi closed his eyes and made his choice in his heart.

"I can choose to achieve Nirvana and rebirth to attain enlightenment. I will use the Golden Crow Nirvana Sutra."

The scripture trembled slightly, as if confirming: "This is only the mind, and it can be regretted."

Di Yi replied without hesitation, "I have no regrets."

The moment the words fell—

Something within Di Yi's body has "awakened".

It's not a breakthrough, not a sublimation, but something more fundamental—an inward collapse.

The true fire of the sun around him began to shrink, not to extinguish, but to be drawn by an invisible force and surge wildly toward a certain point deep within his dantian.

That power came from within himself, from the Golden Crow Nirvana Sutra, and from his choice at that moment.

All power—the true fire of the sun, the golden light of merit, the cultivation of magic power, and the understanding of laws—is collapsing towards that one point.

That is the singularity.

It is the ultimate form formed when the sun reaches its end and collapses inward.

Black hole.

From the outside, Di Yi still sat upright on the futon, his body radiating brilliant light.

But only he himself knew that deep within his body, a tiny, infinitely intricate singularity was forming.

The process was imperceptible to outsiders, but to Di Yi, it was like the creation of the world.

The magical power was being compressed, the origin was being condensed, and even the primordial spirit was converging towards that singularity.

Everything collapsed inward, everything returned to that "point".

Then-

"Buzz!"

A ray of light, brighter than the sun, burst forth from Di Yi's body!

The light pierced through his body, through his robes, through the prayer mat, and illuminated the entire Zixiao Palace!

"Here we go again?!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"What is this light?!"

"It's him again! It's that Golden Crow again!"

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