"The primordial era in ancient legends, and before the collapse of Mount Buzhou."
Standing atop Buzhou Mountain, Wang Han gazed upon this vast world—a world where the sky was round and the earth was square, a world whose boundaries remained unseen even with his eyes strained—and felt an intense surge of excitement, his desire for battle and cultivation growing ever stronger.
This world is not only powerful, but also a top-tier cultivation world, abundant in spiritual energy, teeming with bloodlines, spells, and supernatural abilities, as well as various rare and precious treasures. It's a world perfectly suited to him, and Wang Han also wants to see just how powerful the legendary saints truly are.
Speaking of sages, Wang Han himself was somewhat uncertain. Although theoretically he could defeat a sage instantly by fighting desperately, that was just theory; he didn't really know if it was actually true. After all, those were legendary sages! Immortal and indestructible beings.
Of course, this immortality is only relative. Even the Heavenly Dao can be destroyed, let alone the saints below the Heavenly Dao. The so-called immortality only means that they are very powerful and difficult to kill.
Most importantly, this world is perfect for improving one's state of mind.
"I am Hongjun, and now that I have become a saint, I am grateful for the blessings of Heaven. I will open my Daoist temple in three years and preach in the south of Chaos. All great beings of the primordial world are welcome to come and listen to my teachings."
Just as Wang Han was thinking about where to find a cave or training ground for cultivation, a voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world.
"Chaos! Preaching!" Upon hearing this voice, Wang Han's eyes lit up. As long as he could withstand the chaotic energy, cultivating in the chaos was undoubtedly the best place, and listening to the Dao was exactly what he needed right now.
Thinking of this, Wang Han used the radar to point south, probing beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens and finding the Purple Cloud Palace in the chaos. He took a step forward, used the wall-penetrating technique, and arrived directly in the chaos on a purple boulder in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.
"It hurts a bit! This chaos is indeed extremely dangerous. To venture into the chaos alone, one needs either extraordinary skills or treasures, or the strength of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Otherwise, the corrosive power of the chaotic aura can kill anyone below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, causing their soul to scatter. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal probably wouldn't be able to travel and explore the chaos for an extended period." Upon arriving in the chaos, Wang Han immediately felt the chaotic aura corroding his body. As someone who primarily cultivates the physical body, he couldn't bear it without taking any precautions. If it weren't for his soul's immunity to everything, even his soul would likely suffer.
Hongjun Laozu said that all powerful beings in the primordial world are welcome to come and listen to the Dao, and the location was chosen in this chaotic world, so those who are not strong enough cannot come.
"This kind of consumption is almost equivalent to a third of what I've done traveling through worlds. The distance is really far."
Feeling the strain on his stamina, Wang Han couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the primordial world. Although the world's power meant greater energy expenditure, and his location within the chaos realm contributed to this, this was still a tremendous distance, achieved by using a third of his stamina to create the wall-penetrating ability. In an ordinary world, using a third of his stamina for this ability would allow him to traverse an entire galaxy.
This was after I started from Buzhou Mountain, the center of the primordial world, which shows how vast the primordial world is. (The primordial world does not mean just the primordial wilderness.)
After reflecting on his experience, Wang Han sat cross-legged on the purple boulder and began to cultivate. He had many cultivation techniques of his own, all of which he obtained from the Heavenly Dao of other worlds, and they were all of a high level.
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While Wang Han was cultivating, streaks of seven-colored light flew out from all over the primordial world, heading south towards the Thirty-Third Heaven. The primordial world was vast, and the chaos was even greater. Three years was a very tight timeframe for some Great Luo Golden Immortals living in remote areas to reach the Purple Cloud Palace. (The Two Ancestors of the West are an example; the current Two Ancestors of the West are only at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.)
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"He arrived here in an instant." Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun was somewhat surprised to sense Wang Han's sudden appearance. He had underestimated Wang Han's spatial abilities. Covering tens of millions of miles in the blink of an eye was something even he couldn't do. Moreover, he couldn't even sense the spatial fluctuations when Wang Han arrived. Without special methods, he probably wouldn't be able to stop Wang Han. On the contrary, Wang Han might have the ability to kill him. Coupled with this elusive and difficult-to-defend spatial ability, it would be difficult to keep him here. If he were to launch a sneak attack, even he would be in great danger.
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Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Over the course of three years, many cultivators came to Zixiao Palace one after another. They were received by the palace attendants and entered the palace. After all, the outside world was chaos, and even a Great Luo Golden Immortal could not stay in chaos for a long time. There was no chaotic energy inside Zixiao Palace.
Over the course of three years, Wang Han saw Nuwa, Fuxi, the Demon Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and other great demons of the demon race. He also saw the Three Pure Ones, as well as Hongyun, the Daoist Ran Deng, and the Ancestral Witch Houtu, and many others whose names he had never heard of. In addition, there were quasi-saints like the Styx Ancestor and Zhen Yuanzi; after all, Hongjun was the first to achieve sainthood, so he could learn from his experience. Finally, Zhunti and Jieyin arrived.
Wang Han observed the powerful figures who had come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao. Wang Han, who was cultivating on the purple rocks outside Zixiao Palace, also attracted the attention of the powerful figures who had come to listen to the Dao.
"Creak, creak!" Looking at Wang Han cultivating on the purple stone in front of the Purple Cloud Palace, Minghe practically ground his teeth to powder. Looking at the Purple Cloud Palace, he couldn't help but start making plans, and then followed the boy into the palace.
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Inside the Zixiao Palace, there were two futons on the high seats in the main hall. Below them, in the very front of the main hall, there were six more futons, where the Three Pure Ones (Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian), Hongyun Patriarch, Kunpeng, and Styx sat. The other dozens of cultivators who had arrived were sitting cross-legged on the ground of the main hall of the Zixiao Palace, waiting.
However, due to the kindness of Hongyun Patriarch, he not only voluntarily gave his own futon to Nuwa, but also caused Kunpeng and Styx's futons to be forcibly taken by the late-arriving Jieyin and Zhunti. (I won't go into details here, just mention it so everyone knows; I'm writing my own story.) After all, so many people came to listen to the Dao, all powerful beings from the primordial world, yet there were only six futons. Clearly, these six futons had a special purpose; they didn't believe that Hongjun Patriarch could conjure dozens more futons with a wave of his hand.
"The three-year time limit has been reached, the sermon shall begin." After receiving the guidance, Zhunti and the other person took their seats on the prayer mats. Before Kunpeng and Styx could utter any complaints, Hongjun appeared in the main seat of the hall.
Upon seeing Hongjun, the Ancestor, Kunpeng and Styx could only suppress their anger and casually find a place to sit down. After all, this was Zixiao Palace, and Hongjun was a sage; they had to give him face. The others also quickly focused their attention, waiting for Hongjun to begin his sermon.
"Fellow Daoist, please come in and discuss the Dao."
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