Within the chaos, currents surge, capable of devouring and assimilating everything in their wake.
Chaotic divine lightning would occasionally explode silently, destroying everything.
The Chaotic Heavy Water is formed from the essence of chaos. Each drop is as heavy as a mountain, and even a great supernatural being would break his bones and tendons if he were to collide with it.
There is also the primordial fire burning fiercely, capable of incinerating all things in heaven and earth.
However, these are merely the most common dangers in chaos...
Master Hu and his apprentice, with the Chaos Bell atop their heads, walked within the chaos. Chaotic energy swirled around them, making it impossible for lightning or water to approach them, allowing them to move as if on flat ground...
The two of them did not know how long they had been traveling in the chaos, but they still could not see the existence of Zixiao Palace.
However, both of them sensed in their hearts that the Zixiao Palace was actually just ahead, and all they had to do was continue forward.
This day.
Finally, the two spotted a purple hue in the vast chaos. After walking a while longer, a simple Taoist temple came into view.
"Phew... We've finally arrived!"
Guan Kong saw the Zixiao Palace and was overjoyed, thinking that this incredibly tedious journey was finally coming to an end.
The master and disciple finally arrived at the open space in front of the Taoist temple. With their feet firmly planted on solid ground once again, Guan Kong felt a sense of peace.
Hu Le put away the Chaos Bell and looked up. He saw that the gate of the Zixiao Palace was wide open, with two boys standing on either side of the gate.
Master Hu and his apprentice arrived at the temple gate, where the boy immediately came to greet them.
"Welcome, fellow Daoists, to listen to this lecture."
Hu Le glanced at the two of them indifferently, then picked up his bamboo cane and walked past them, heading towards the temple.
Although these two were also at the level of a Great Luo Dao Lord, they were merely attendants to Hongjun and were not worthy of calling him a fellow Daoist.
Seeing that the two boys were somewhat embarrassed, Guan Kong smiled and nodded slightly to them before quickly catching up with Hu Le.
The two boys were indignant that Hu Le was ignoring them, and they turned around and glared at Hu Le from behind.
Meanwhile, Hu Le and his apprentice had already entered the temple.
As Hu Le entered the main hall, he saw that a tall cloud platform had already been raised opposite him.
Hu Le looked up at the cloud platform and found that there was only a purple futon on the platform, and Hongjun Ancestor did not appear.
Below the cloud platform, there were thousands of prayer cushions, and the front row had eight cushions, where the Three Pure Ones were already seated comfortably.
Behind the three men sat their disciples.
Xuandu Daoist sat behind Taiqing Daoist.
The Old Man of the South Pole sat behind the Primordial Daoist.
As for the person sitting behind Tongtian Daoren, it was Duobao Daoren.
These three are also the only Great Luo Dao Lords among the direct descendants of the Three Pure Ones.
As for guest elders of the Xuanmen sect like Daoist Ran Deng, whether they can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao depends on their own fate...
Sensing the arrival of Hu Le and his apprentice, everyone turned around.
Xuan Du and the other two immediately stood up to greet them.
Hu Le nodded slightly to them, then walked to the fourth prayer mat in the front row and bowed to the three of them.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists." Hu Le greeted them casually.
He is now the same as the Three Pure Ones, all being Pangu, sharing the same origins. Therefore, when greeting each other, one can naturally address the other as a fellow Daoist.
The three understood this principle and didn't find his address strange. They nodded slightly to him, then regained their composure, closed their eyes to rest, and waited for Hongjun to begin his lecture.
Hu Le sat down on the fourth prayer mat and turned to Guan Kong, instructing, "You will sit behind me from now on."
"yes."
Guan Kong gave a crisp reply and sat down on the futon behind Hu Le.
At this time, only a few of them had arrived at Zixiao Palace. The remaining prayer mats were not yet full, so it seemed that Ancestor Hongjun would not show up.
So Hu Le sat on the futon and began to silently comprehend the Great Dao of Time.
Soon, the power of time rippled outwards from his body like concentric circles.
The Three Pure Ones also sensed the unusual thing about him, but they only glanced at him before they all regained their focus and continued their cultivation.
Hu Le also discovered that Zixiao Palace truly lived up to its reputation as the Daoist temple of the Primordial Saint, and was the place closest to the Heavenly Dao. Various Great Daos were extremely active there, making it much easier to comprehend or cultivate them...
Little did he know that this was not due to the efforts of Hongjun Laozu, nor was it because this place belonged to a sage's dojo.
Rather, it was because the Ancestor Hongjun was spreading his teachings throughout the primordial world, about to usher in the next era of the primordial world, that the Heavenly Dao, in the darkness, bestowed its power upon the Zixiao Palace, which caused such a change...
Hu Le didn't think too much about it and took this opportunity to begin to fully comprehend the Great Dao of Time...
After an unknown amount of time, a man and a woman came to Zixiao Palace again.
The man was tall and strong, with a kind face and a solemn and peaceful expression.
The woman was dressed in a colorful dress, with an unparalleled beauty, and surrounded by auspicious light.
The visitors were none other than Fuxi and Nuwa.
The brother and sister arrived at the first row and saw that the four Pangu were already seated there, so they both went forward to pay their respects.
Hu Le could only temporarily stop his cultivation and nod to the brother and sister.
The two siblings didn't say much, and quietly sat down on the futon. They quickly realized the wonder of this place and began to cultivate.
After some time, two more people entered the hall.
One of them was sixteen feet tall, with his hair hastily tied in a bun, his face showing a sorrowful expression, surrounded by an aura of merit, and his hands empty. He was none other than the Venerable One Who Guides from Mount Sumeru in the West.
Another figure, about the same height as the Guide, had his hair tied in two topknots, a sallow complexion, and a thin build. He had a smile on his face and was holding a branch in his hand. He was none other than the Western Venerable Zhunti.
The two brothers arrived at the hall and saw that there were only two empty prayer cushions left in the front row. They looked at each other and slowly walked to the cushions. Instead of rushing to sit down, they greeted Hu Le and the others first.
Hu Le and the others all turned their heads and nodded with smiles at the two brothers.
The two brothers then sat down comfortably and began to cultivate silently, just like everyone else...
After some time, two more people came into the hall.
The first person, wearing a golden crown and a golden robe, with a dignified and cold expression, was none other than Emperor Jun, one of the three emperors of the demon race.
And walking in alongside him was his Daoist companion, Lady Changxi.
The couple rushed as fast as they could, but they were still a step too late. All the cushions in the front row had already been taken, so they had to go to the second row.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists."
The couple greeted the people in the front row.
The Three Pure Ones of Pangu didn't even turn their heads, completely ignoring it.
That is, Fuxi and his sister, and Jieyin and his brother, turned around and smiled at the couple.
Di Jun glared angrily at the four Pangus, then sat down with a sullen expression.
He glanced at Guan Kong and the others to his left, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he felt somewhat out of place sitting with these juniors.
Empress Changxi seemed to have noticed his thoughts and gently patted the back of his hand.
Only then did Di Jun suppress his displeasure and slowly close his eyes...
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