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

Chapter 33 Primordial Purple Qi Passes Through Red Clouds and the River Styx

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the seven beams of light.

Primordial purple aura.

The foundation for sainthood.

Hongjun's voice was calm and resonant, echoing in the silent hall: "In the primordial world, there should be six sages of the Heavenly Dao."

Everyone's hearts tightened—Six Saints? Then there are seven here—

"However, there is still a glimmer of hope in the world," Hongjun continued.

"The foundation for achieving sainthood extends beyond the six realms."

Seven wisps of primordial purple energy swirled above everyone's heads, like seven purple dragons.

"The Three Pure Ones".

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian rose and stood with bows.

"The three of you were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, and your foundation is profound, which is the basis for your sainthood."

Three streams of purple energy descended and landed steadily in the hands of the Three Pure Ones.

"Nuwa".

Nuwa rose and gave a graceful bow.

A wisp of purple mist drifted down and hovered above her palm.

Hongjun turned his gaze westward, landing on Zhunti and Jieyin.

He looked at it for a moment, then glanced at Di Yi.

Even if Emperor Yi had an avatar to govern the Western Continent, the West was too vast, too vast to be repaired in a thousand or three thousand years. It was simply impossible for Emperor Yi to complete it on his own.

Ultimately, we still need to rely on the last chosen ones of the West, Zhunti and Jieyin.

Ultimately, I, an old Taoist priest, owe the West a great deal of karmic debt.

Hongjun sighed inwardly and said, "Zhunti, Jieyin."

The two quickly stood up, their expressions a mixture of piety and nervousness.

A wisp of primordial purple energy drifted down and hovered in front of the two.

Zhunti was stunned, and Jieyin was also stunned.

The two looked at each other, unsure whether to accept the answer.

"Teacher—" Zhunti began cautiously.

"Why are there only one of us?"

Hongjun calmly said, "Everything is preordained by Heaven."

Zhunti was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He reached out and caught the purple aura, holding it in his palm as if it were some rare treasure.

"One is fine too." He turned to look at the guide.

"Senior brother, let's take turns, one day each, to cultivate our understanding."

Jieyin paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, one day per person."

"Hehe, that's great."

The two of them laughed like two children who had just received candy.

The people around watched this scene with mixed feelings.

Someone couldn't help but mutter, "These two guys are pretty optimistic."

Some people sarcastically remarked, "Sharing a wisp of purple energy between two people? It's no wonder they can't become saints."

But most people's attention had already fallen on the remaining two streaks of purple aura.

"That's not right."

Zixiaoke suddenly realized what was happening.

"The disciples of the sages only have five paths—the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two from the West count as one—so there are still two paths left!"

Everyone looked up at the two purple wisps that were still swirling in the air.

Hongjun watched this scene, a profound meaning flashing in his eyes: "I have said before, there is always a glimmer of hope in the world. It seems—there is more than a glimmer of hope."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the purple wisps suddenly moved.

As if drawn by something, it drifted straight towards the direction of Emperor One.

The purple aura drifted gently, heading straight into Emperor Yi's sleeve.

Di Yi looked down and raised an eyebrow.

Hey, trying to crawl in?

He reached out and grabbed the purple aura. The purple aura twisted and struggled in his palm, but was held firmly.

The next second—

Emperor Yi slapped the purple energy into Zhunti's brain with a backhand strike!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Zhunti froze, his eyes momentarily unfocused before regaining their clarity. He touched his forehead, looking bewildered: "B-Big Brother? What was that just now—"

Di Yi clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Hey, still trying to run? Here you go—go inside."

Zhunti was stunned for three breaths, and suddenly felt a mysterious aura enter his mind.

Primordial Purple Qi! It's in his mind!

"Big Brother!!!" Zhunti's eyes instantly reddened. "This, this is too precious—"

Di Yi waved his hand: "Take it if I give it to you, don't talk nonsense."

"I'll be your elder brother for life, and forever. Elder brother, please accept my bow."

Everyone around was completely dumbfounded.

"What?! He just gave it to that bald guy like that?!"

"No, why should I?! That's the foundation for becoming a saint!"

"I want one too! Fellow Daoist Emperor, look at me!"

But no one dared to step forward and snatch it.

Everyone still remembers the scene where the golden light of merit illuminated the entire venue.

The Eastern King's face turned green.

Ran Deng was filled with remorse, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. He regretted it so much that he should have rushed to call for the teacher instead of calling for Di Yi first and calling him "Big Brother".

At this moment, the last wisp of purple mist was still floating in the air.

It seemed frightened by what had just happened, and floated cautiously, dodging and hiding.

All eyes were fixed on it.

Who will be the recipient of this purple aura?

The purple aura swirled in the air a few times before suddenly drifting towards Emperor Yi.

The emperor looked up, his eyes turning cold.

"Again?"

A faint golden light flashed around him.

The purple aura suddenly stopped, as if it had been bounced by something, and quickly retreated three feet.

It hovered in mid-air, as if saying: If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why are you being so fierce?

Everyone: "————"

This purple aura... why does it feel like it has a temper?

Ziqi turned around with a wronged expression, her gaze fixed on a red cloud in another direction.

Hongyun was huddled in a corner watching the commotion when he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon him. He looked up and met the purple aura directly in his eyes.

"what?"

The purple aura drifted over, circled twice above his head, and then "whoosh" entered his body.

Hongyun's eyes widened.

The people around stared wide-eyed.

Ten breaths passed.

Twenty breaths have passed.

Thirty breaths have passed.

Hongyun's expression shifted from shock to ecstasy, from ecstasy to anticipation, and from anticipation to—anxiety.

Then, the purple aura reappeared.

It emerged from the top of the red cloud and hovered there, as if saying: Excuse me, just passing by.

Hongyun:

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The expression on his face was absolutely priceless.

The people around were taken aback at first, but then their minds started to work.

"The purple aura remained within Hongyun's body for thirty breaths—had he come into contact with the foundation for sainthood?"

"So, would he be considered someone with auspicious purple energy now?"

"No, the purple aura emerged; he couldn't hold onto it."

"But he has been in contact with them!"

Countless gazes fell upon Hongyun, and those gazes contained envy, jealousy, greed, and scheming.

Before Hongyun could recover from the blow of "gaining and then losing," she was chilled to the bone by the gazes of those self-proclaimed experts.

"I—I couldn't hold on—"

He murmured, his face full of disappointment.

The purple aura paid no heed to any of that. It circled a few times in the air before setting its sights on another direction—the River Styx.

Styx sat atop the phantom of the sea of ​​blood, his body radiating murderous intent, his face grim.

He was stunned when he saw the purple aura flying towards him, then his eyes flashed with wild joy.

The purple aura entered his body.

Styx clenched his fists, his murderous aura subsided somewhat, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

Thirty breaths.

Forty breaths.

Styx's smile grew brighter and brighter.

Fifty breaths.

Sixty breaths.

Everyone began to tense up—was the Styx about to be destroyed?

Seventy breaths.

Purple aura—it's reappeared.

Styx's smile froze on his face, crumbling little by little.

The purple aura stayed inside him for a full seventy breaths, twice as long as the red cloud, but it eventually broke out.

It hovered above the River Styx, as if saying: You can't do it either, you're just a little bit short.

Styx:

He took a deep breath, and his murderous aura surged up again, even stronger and more intense than before.

Your primordial purple aura is both deadly and psychologically damaging.