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

Chapter 32 Distributing Primordial Purple Qi

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually surpassing the golden wheel of merit behind him and the true fire of the sun surrounding him.

The Three Pure Ones all turned their heads. A hint of surprise flashed in Laozi's eyes, Yuanshi frowned, and Tongtian gasped.

Nuwa turned to look at Di Yi, her gaze complex, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Zhunti's voice trembled with excitement: "Big brother! Big brother is about to break through!"

Jieyin nodded repeatedly: "As expected of my elder brother! He's that amazing."

The Eastern King's face was ashen, and his dragon-headed cane creaked as he gripped it.

The Star-Crowned Taoist couldn't help but mutter, "This—this is too—"

In the corner, Bai Ze stared wide-eyed and muttered, "Just who is this Fellow Daoist Di Yi—?"

Kunpeng stared at the ever-brightening light, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

At the center of the light, Di Yi was undergoing a transformation.

He "saw" the singularity within his body, which, after absorbing all the power, began to erupt outwards.

It's not an explosion, it's a rebirth.

What erupted was no longer simply the true fire of the sun, but a more essential and purer power—the "Tao" itself, his own Tao.

After the past, present, and future selves were united, they underwent another rebirth at this moment.

His path has become purer, more refined, and more—belonging to himself.

After an unknown amount of time, the light slowly faded.

The emperor opened his eyes.

He was still himself, in his golden crow feather robe, with his black hair flowing down his shoulders, and his face unchanged.

But his aura was completely different.

If he was once a top-tier Grand Luo Golden Immortal, now he is a Grand Luo Supreme Saint Dao Lord.

It is equivalent to the Quasi-Saint realm in the primordial world, yet completely different.

The quasi-saints of the primordial world relied on the Heavenly Dao, on severing the three corpses, and on comprehending the laws of heaven and earth.

And he—his power comes from himself, from that nirvana that collapsed inward and then erupted outward.

He felt the surging new life force within him, and with a thought, he seemed to be able to touch the endless chaos beyond heaven and earth.

"This feeling—" he murmured to himself.

"We can go to the primordial wilderness and create a new world."

Of course, it's just "possible." Truly creating something entirely new is still a long way off.

As for the realm of "Hongmeng Hunyuan Daojun" recorded in the "Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture", it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

But the emperor was not in a hurry.

He glanced at the Golden Crow Nirvana Scripture in his mind, then at the new chapter of the Primordial Creation Dao Scripture, and suddenly a thought popped into his head:

What if we don't let this "Hongmeng Hunyuan Daojun" completely separate from the prehistoric world, but instead combine with it?

To forge a path never before imagined.

It does not rely on the way of Heaven, yet it is not completely detached; it is self-centered and devoted to itself, yet it also embraces Heaven and Earth.

What could it be?

As he was pondering this, Hongjun's voice rang out again from the high platform, pulling him back to reality: "All things in heaven and earth follow the laws of heaven and earth. The way of the quasi-sage lies in understanding the law; the way of the sage lies in conforming to the law; and the way of transcendence—"

The sage paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping intentionally or unintentionally in the direction of Emperor Yi: "It lies in—legislation."

Emperor Yi's mind was shaken.

Legislation? Making your own rules?

He looked at Hongjun, but the sage had already withdrawn his gaze and continued his sermon, as if the previous remark had been made casually.

But Di Yi knew that it wasn't just a casual remark.

legislation----

He took a deep breath and buried the thought deep in his heart.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, the sage's preaching voice continued to echo.

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the sage's sermons gradually subsided.

For the past three thousand years, Hongjun has been explaining the method of severing the three corpses, detailing how to use innate spiritual treasures to entrust one's obsessions and sever the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the self-obsession corpse.

Some people do not rely on spiritual treasures, but instead use great perseverance and wisdom to directly sever their obsessions—but that difficulty is no less than that of an ordinary person crossing the chaos with their physical body.

During the sermon, the audience was completely absorbed. Some frowned, deep in thought, while others suddenly understood and clapped their hands in laughter. Some tried to dismember the corpse but failed, while others—successfully did it.

Just as the sermon reached its 2,813th anniversary, Lao Tzu made a move.

A magnificent, mysterious pagoda appeared above his head, cascading down streams of mysterious yellow energy that enveloped him entirely.

Lao Tzu's face gradually changed—not in appearance, but in temperament.

A figure that looked exactly like him, but with a more benevolent demeanor, slowly emerged from his body.

The figure was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, holding a whisk, with a smile on his face, looking at Laozi as if he were looking at his closest friend.

"This humble Taoist priest, Laozi, greets the Venerable One."

Lao Tzu nodded slightly, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. He then stood up and bowed deeply towards the high platform: "Thank you, teacher."

Hongjun nodded, his eyes filled with approval.

This is the first person to successfully sever his corpse since the beginning of his sermons. The head of the Three Pure Ones truly lives up to his reputation.

The gazes of Yuanshi and Tongtian toward their elder brother held both admiration and resentment—they were still half a step away from achieving the goal of severing their corpses.

Nuwa seemed to be deep in thought, and the aura of creation around her became even more harmonious.

Zhunti and Jieyin sat upright, as if they wanted to engrave every word into their hearts.

The Eastern King's eyes turned red, and he wished he could immediately take out the magical treasure to try it out, but he was afraid of making a fool of himself in front of the sage.

In the corner, Kunpeng closed his eyes and concentrated, his aura showing faint signs of a breakthrough.

Bai Ze, Fu Xi, and the others stood guard by his side, not daring to disturb him.

Di Yi remained seated, his aura concealed, making it impossible to discern his true strength.

The inner transformation and rebirth that took place is unknown to outsiders.

Only he himself knew that listening to the Dao for three thousand years had deepened his understanding of the Dao.

The path to becoming a Primordial Dao Lord of the Primordial Chaos is still very long.

Finally, Hongjun finished speaking his last sentence, and the Daoist aura around him slowly receded.

He swept his light across the crowd below and slowly spoke: "Those who follow my teachings bear the responsibility of educating and guiding. Before I begin my lecture, I have already determined my disciples. Now that you have entered my school, you shall enjoy the foundation for sainthood."

The foundation for sainthood?

The moment those four words were uttered, Zixiao Palace erupted in chaos!

"What?! The foundation for sainthood?!"

"The sky has fallen! There's such a thing as a foundation for sainthood?!"

"What is this, Dao Ancestor! We also wish to become your disciples!"

Randeng was the first to jump up, rushing to the front in three strides, and kneeling down with a thud. His voice was incredibly sincere: "Teacher! Your disciple Randeng wishes to become your disciple! Please have mercy on me!"

Di Yi's lips twitched as he watched this scene.

This lamp-lighter—he's slippery enough. He hasn't even been formally accepted into the family yet, and he's already calling everyone "teacher." No wonder he's a traitor to three masters, clinging to whoever he meets.

When Dongwanggong saw that Randeng had taken the lead, his expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed forward, cupping his hands in a gesture of utmost humility: "Teacher! Have pity on me! For the sake of the order of the primordial world—as the head of the male immortals, if I can become a saint, I will surely guide the primordial world and uphold the Heavenly Dao!"

He spoke humbly, but inwardly he was seething with rage:

Damn it! That bastard Ran Deng beat me to the punch by speaking first!

Behind the Eastern King Duke, the Star-Crowned Daoist and others rushed forward eagerly: "Master! Your disciples also wish to become saints!"

"Teacher, please accept me!"

"teacher-

—

Who wouldn't want to become a saint?

Who wants to be trampled underfoot their whole life? Who wants to forever look up to those who are high above them?

The Purple Cloud Palace was instantly transformed into a vegetable market.

The noise, pleas, and arguments mingled together. Some people pushed forward, some tugged at sleeves, and some even started shoving each other.

The Three Pure Ones sat motionless, merely observing coldly. Nuwa frowned slightly. Zhunti and Jieyin shrank to one side, not daring to interfere.

Di Yi sat on the futon, twirling the futon in his hand, with an expression of watching a good show.

Just then, the time was right, and Hongjun raised his hand.

Seven purple rays of light flew out from his sleeve!

The light was purplish-gold, each ray containing profound and mysterious Daoist principles, subtly resonating with heaven and earth and aligning with the Great Dao.

They spun slowly in the air, emanating an aura that made everyone's breath catch and their heart stop beating.

Wherever the purple light passed, the hall fell silent instantly.