"Uncle Zhen Yuanzi, Uncle Hongyun."
"Little Xuanling is here." Both of them were very happy to see Xuanling.
"Well, the Father God and the Mother God have also invited twelve ancestral witches to come together to comb the western earth veins."
"Haha, that's great. The Twelve Ancestral Shamans were born with a mastery of the laws, especially Hou Tu, the Ancestral Shaman of Earth. With them joining in the process of sorting out the earth's veins, the West will soon be restored to its former state." Hong Yun greatly appreciated Xuan Ling's words, "Just do good deeds, don't worry about the future." The Dao requires struggle, but being able to do something for the lives of the prehistoric world is even better.
"That's right." The main group arrived. After a round of introductions, they split into new groups. The Three Pure Ones, with their koi, and the Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother, with their Xuanling and Hongyun, were primarily responsible for purifying the pervasive demonic and evil spirits. The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Zhen Yuanzi were in charge of sorting out the earth's veins. This division of labor sped up progress tenfold.
Now with the addition of the twelve ancestor witches, many creatures in the West, seeing that there are merits to be bestowed by combing the veins of the earth, especially the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn who need merits, all those who can still walk outside have come to the door, seeking various methods and taking action spontaneously.
Among them, some particularly unexpected people also appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, and Fellow Daoist Kunpeng." Ever since the first preaching and fighting for the throne in Zixiao Palace, Nuwa has helped Kunpeng. Kunpeng also knows that he is alone and powerless in the prehistoric world and will eventually be bullied, so he took the initiative to interact with Nuwa and Fuxi.
"Hello fellow Taoists. We have traveled here and seen that you have sorted out the veins of the earth. I have gained some insights. Would you like to go with us?" Fuxi did not beat around the bush.
"Of course it's possible. The West is also a primitive land. We are inheritors of Pangu's legacy and should bless all living beings." So, the three of them also joined the journey to fight for the fortune and merit of the West.
After the battle between Taoism and demons in the West, the land veins were completely destroyed and the demonic energy was everywhere. Jie Yin and Zhunti plundered the only remaining spiritual energy and treasures in the West, gathered the luck and their own bodies, making the already poor land veins in the West even worse.
Now, Xuan Ling and the others were urging everyone to purify the demonic energy by sifting through the western earth veins. With the blessings bestowed by heaven, and the spirits of all things, it was easy to discern who was sincere and who was false. The western luck gathered by Jie Yin Zhunti had already split in two and drifted towards them. Hong Yun, already seated on his cushion, had the merit of sifting through the western earth veins and had also gathered a portion of that luck. What would Daozu Hongjun do this time?
By the time the third sermon began, nearly half of the land veins in the western part of the ancient world had been sorted out.
"Thank you all for your help, fellow Taoists. I will come back from listening to the teachings and then go with you again."
"Haha, go ahead, it's just a small matter. Maybe by the time you come back, we'll have finished it." Di Jiang smiled and waved his hand. Just a little effort would earn you a huge amount of merit every day. Who would complain about having too much?
"Uncle Dijiang, your Wu Clan hasn't established a clan yet, right?" Xuan Ling suddenly thought. The demons controlled the heavens, and the witches controlled the earth. It seemed like it was time for Daozu to intervene. The Wu Clan hadn't even started training great and small witches yet, so they probably hadn't established a clan yet.
"Aren't we just the Wu clan? Why do we need to establish a clan?"
"Haha, the Qilin is still a Qilin, why do we still need to establish the Qilin clan?" Xuan Ling replied with a smile.
"Yes, we have to establish a clan. Or maybe you have a good brain, hehe." Zhu Rong slapped his thigh. No wonder everyone said this kid was amazing, hehe.
"The Wu Clan is still the Wu Clan, but the Wu Clan rules over the vast land and benefits all living things, so they should report this to the great god Pangu."
"Well, that makes sense." Di Jiang thought for a moment and then shouted loudly.
"The Great Dao is above, and Father Pangu is witnessing. I am Emperor Jiang, of the Pangu clan. I now establish a clan named Wu. Following the will of Father Pangu, together with the eleven ancestral witches, we will rule the vast land and benefit all living things. We will use the Pangu Temple to suppress the Wu clan's fortune. The Wu clan is established!"
"Accurate!" Familiar golden eyes, familiar words. With the merits of the Great Dao bestowed upon him, he hoped the Wu Clan would be able to escape this catastrophe unscathed.
All the inhabitants of the prehistoric world heard the oath and saw the response of the Great Dao. Hongjun of the Purple Cloud Palace frowned slightly. The Wu Clan had established itself too early, but it didn't matter a little bit anyway. The least valuable thing in the prehistoric world was time.
The third sermon at Zixiao Palace was a grand occasion. He established the leader of the male and female immortals, recruited disciples, and distributed treasures. The third sermon was about the Way of the Sage.
"This is my last sermon, the path of the sage." Flowers fell from the sky, and celestial maidens danced. In the intervals between sermons, the Three Pure Ones and Dong Wanggong had been combing the western earth veins, purifying the demonic energy. They hadn't yet mastered the method of slaying the Three Corpses, but now, during Hongjun's sermon, they were deeply impressed. They had actually attained the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Dao Fruit on the spot. This time, they would surely pursue the path of proving the Dao through strength. Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi also experienced some realization, but they also failed to pursue the path of slaying the Three Corpses. Achieving the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Dao Fruit would elevate their strength to a new level.
The King of the East and the Queen Mother of the West were originally Hunyuan Golden Immortals. After listening to their sermons, they should be at the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal level now. It can be said that only Hongjun present can surpass them in strength. Jinli and Xuanling have also broken through to the Daluo Golden Immortal level.
Three thousand years passed and the sermon ended.
"After three sermons, do you have any questions?" Hongjun asked with the sound of Tao still lingering in his voice.
Taiqing, who was sitting on the first cushion, was the first to speak.
"Excuse me Daozu, how can we become saints?"
"Under the destiny of Heaven, there are nine saints. In addition to the Heavenly Saint, there is also the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian fruit position. There are three ways to become a saint. The first is to prove the Dao with strength and achieve the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian fruit position. The second is the method I have learned, which is to kill the three corpses. The three corpses are united into one to achieve the Dao fruit of the saint. The last method is to prove the Dao with merit and virtue, and with the foundation of sainthood, the Hongmeng purple energy, to achieve the Dao fruit position of the Heavenly Saint."
"Teacher, how can we obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Jie Yin asked.
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