Chapter 39 Powerful Beings Gather at Zixiao Palace
Gently parting the curtains and looking outside, Chang Hao wondered who would be the first group to enter.
Upon seeing two of them, Chang Hao was taken aback. It turned out that he had already met two of the Three Pure Ones.
Lao Tzu glanced behind the curtain as if by accident, then looked at the six prayer cushions thoughtfully and said, "My brothers and I are direct descendants of Pangu, and we deserve the position of the Three Venerables."
Both Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded, "That's how it should be."
Tongtian had already gripped the Qingping Sword hanging at his waist, watching Fuxi, Nuwa, and Dijun and Taiyi, who entered one after the other three brothers.
The three brothers were famous throughout the ancient world; everyone knew them, so they naturally yielded a step.
The three brothers exchanged glances, knowing that the crowd had retreated, and then stepped forward in unison, with Laozi at the head, Yuanshi in the middle, and Tongtian next.
The futon exuded a violent aura, unleashing its primordial power to overturn the person sitting on it. It didn't care who sat on it; it just wanted to vent its anger first by releasing the primordial purple energy within the futon.
The Three Pure Ones easily suppressed the Primordial Purple Qi. Could it be that the Three Pure Ones couldn't even sit on a small futon?
Fuxi escorted Nuwa inside. Looking at the prayer mat, he naturally realized that there must be a great opportunity within.
Nuwa glanced at her beautiful eyes, and without saying a word, sat down directly.
Upon seeing this, Fuxi quickly sat cross-legged on the open ground behind Nuwa.
"Brother, there's a futon over there, why don't you sit down quickly?" Nuwa hurriedly turned around and urged Fuxi.
Fuxi, thinking of the several groups of people behind them, explained to Nuwa, "We two probably can't protect the two prayer mats. If we have to sacrifice them, then we will. Your brother will protect you."
“Brother…” Nuwa lowered her eyes, “Can you stop talking big?” It wasn’t that Nuwa looked down on her brother, but in terms of intelligence, Fuxi was certainly full of tricks, and in terms of fists, ten Fuxis wouldn’t be a match for one Nuwa.
"Then brother will wait for sister to become the strongest in the primordial world and protect brother. Brother is counting on you." Fuxi smiled. He forgot that it was always Nuwa who was the strongest in battle, and he assisted her from the side.
That's more like it. Nuwa turned around and sat up straight with satisfaction. The Daoist teachings emanating from this futon were in perfect harmony with the Dao of Creation she cultivated. But why was it so irritable?
Red clouds swept in, carrying Zhen Yuanzi. Just as they were about to sit down, a gust of wind swept by. Upon closer inspection, they saw a Kunpeng with wings on its back and scales still intact sitting on the futon. It wasn't that the Kunpeng hadn't fully transformed, but rather that the Kunpeng preferred to be like this, finding it more comfortable.
With things having come to this point, Zhen Yuanzi had no intention of fighting. Looking at Fuxi sitting behind Nuwa, he realized something, protected Hongyun, and sat on the last futon, wary of those who came in behind them.
Di Jun Taiyi and Hongyun Zhen Yuanzi arrived almost simultaneously, yet neither could snatch the futon, which was clearly of extraordinary significance to anyone with discerning eyes.
Di Jun looked at the prayer mat, not wanting to miss any possible opportunity. His gaze swept over Nuwa and Hongyun, who were all paired up, and finally settled on Kunpeng, who was clearly alone.
With Di Jun's keen eye, he could naturally see that apart from the Three Pure Ones, the other three were all struggling. If that was the case, why not have someone else sit? His younger brother, Taiyi, was more capable than them.
“Kunpeng, you…” Di Jun was about to make trouble and take Kunpeng’s seat, but unexpectedly, Yuan Shi turned around and glared at Di Jun fiercely.
Di Jun was startled, realizing that he had offended Yuan Shi to death before, and that he would probably have to make a scene after he finished his sermon and left Zixiao Palace.
"Taiyi..." Dijun turned around to call Taiyi. What did it matter if Yuanshi disliked it? Faced with such an opportunity, he couldn't care less about such things.
But they found that he was wandering around the room, his mind not on the place at all.
“Taiyi…” Dijun looked at Taiyi helplessly, knowing that with Taiyi’s personality, he probably wouldn’t be willing to make a move in Zixiao Palace. The Three Pure Ones sat firmly on the futons, Nuwa was barely suppressing them, while Hongyun and Kunpeng…
Forget it, Hongyun and Kunpeng are only capable of this much. They'll probably have to step down and give way to more capable people soon. He'll just wait and see, lest he make enemies in front of everyone and arouse public indignation.
After weighing his options, Di Jun decided to remain calm and observe the situation.
Taiyi had no intention of vying for the throne. He searched the entire hall for Chang Hao's figure, and the more he searched, the more anxious he became.
"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi," Taiyi said anxiously, "have you seen Chang Hao?"
Yuanshi suddenly looked up. "You mean Chang Hao?" He pinched the jade pendant at his waist, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. Perhaps Chang Hao was alright.
“Yes,” Taiyi said frankly, “I haven’t seen him anywhere. Maybe he got stuck and couldn’t catch up.”
Yuanshi sneered, "Soul and spirit annihilated, how could that be?"
"His soul vanished?" Taiyi's golden pupils shrank. "Impossible. Not long ago, he borrowed the Chaos Bell from me again."
To prove he wasn't lying, Taiyi took out the Chaos Bell, whose unique aura from Chang Hao hadn't yet dissipated.
Yuanshi didn't stand on ceremony with Taiyi and directly tried to sense it, indeed feeling Chang Hao's aura from within.
Laozi, standing to the side, twitched his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and stared at the Chaos Bell. The aura swirling around it seemed to belong to their own brothers.
"Second brother, your Jade Purity Heart Sutra..."
Yuanshi nodded, "That's right, I taught him." His tone was full of self-satisfaction.
"Bring it to me so I can take a look." Laozi closed his eyes again; he always trusted Yuanshi.
Tongtian, who was itching to make a move, was swayed by Yuanshi's sharp gaze. Tongtian steadied himself and suppressed his temper. "Won't Chang Hao be late?"
"Perhaps the opportunity is not enough, making it difficult to enter the gates of Zixiao Palace." Tongtian's words were not unfounded. Along the way, he had seen many who were not strong enough to withstand the chaos and retreat, some who went in the wrong direction and went astray, and many who could not find the gate at all.
Taiyi's brows furrowed with anxiety, and he turned around, intending to leave Zixiao Palace to search for him.
"No need for you to worry, fellow Daoist. I will teach Chang Hao myself. It doesn't matter if he can't enter Zixiao Palace, I'll take care of him." Yuanshi considered himself one of the family and naturally didn't want to see Taiyi running around doing things.
“Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, you are mistaken,” Taiyi said, not entirely agreeing. “Everyone’s understanding is different. Even if you relay it, it lacks the profound and mysterious insights gained from being there in person. How can it compare to the sage personally transmitting the Dao?”
Yuan Shi felt displeasure, and his expression turned grim and cold.
“Taiyi…” Dijun pulled Taiyi away, “Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, Taiyi was just confused because he was concerned, and had no intention of offending anyone.”
Even from a distance, one could faintly hear Di Jun reprimanding Tai Yi.
"Brother, I know I was wrong." Taiyi's eyebrows drooped. He shouldn't have openly pointed out that Fellow Daoist Yuanshi was inferior to that Sage Hongjun. Even if it was true, he shouldn't have said it in front of the person involved.
"Good to know." Di Jun pulled Tai Yi along as they walked among the crowd, no longer thinking about the prayer mat.
He did not give up his ambition to dominate the primordial world.
The main hall was filled with powerful figures from all over the prehistoric world, including the Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother, the Styx River, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and so on. There were nearly three thousand people, none of whom were unknown. It was a rare opportunity for such talented people to gather together.
Di Jun had already made a mental list of people he could win over. At this moment, he was tentatively building rapport with everyone and moving around the hall with ease. He had no time to speculate about the prayer mats...
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