Zhao Deming had already settled the karma with Hongjun and was ready to cut ties with him. However, after Xihe's trouble, he had to go to Zixiao Palace.
It was easy to enter the Purple Cloud Palace, but difficult to leave!
Zhao Deming strolled around the Human Realm Upon Heavens, looking for the Purple Cloud Palace. Suddenly, he saw a yellow earth palace about ten miles away. The Chromatic God Mountain had entered the space-time turbulence by mistake and was unable to escape. Sighing, he raised his hand and sent out a purple holy light to help the yellow soil. On the Chromatic God Mountain.
It wasn't that Zhao Deming was fond of helping others, but that he was a khaki. A beautiful goddess was sitting on top of the mountain. She had delicate facial features, fair skin, and a full body. She was voluptuous, curvaceous, and elegant. Her beauty was not inferior to Bai Yu, Nüwa, Xihe, and the Phoenix Goddess.
"Houtu of the Sorcerer Tribe thanks you for your help.”The beautiful goddess 'face was pale. She was happy after she was freed. She quickly cast a spell to keep her natal divine treasure and bowed to Zhao Deming.
"So you're Goddess Houtu of the Sorcerer Tribe. No wonder you're so beautiful that you don't lose out to Sister Nuwa and the others.”Zhao Deming's heart skipped a beat.
Everyone loved beauty, and the goddess was one of the best.
Houtu was the number one goddess of the Wu Tribe. She was very confident in her looks and figure. However, Zhao Deming only commented that she was " very beautiful." Moreover, according to Zhao Deming's words, there were goddesses more beautiful than her in the Untainted World. Houtu was very unconvinced.
Fortunately, Houtu was a virtuous goddess, unlike her sister Xuan Ming who was eloquent and good at sophistry. She didn't refute Zhao Deming when she was bullied. She just stared at Zhao Deming with a sad expression, winning the battle with her silence.
"This Penniless Priest was rude to Sister Houtu.”Zhao Deming saw Houtu's angry face and resentful eyes. His heart trembled and he couldn't take it. He apologized to Houtu,"Since that's the case, I'll escort Sister Houtu to the Purple Cloud Palace.”
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist." When Houtu heard this, she was very delicate. His body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with gratitude. He bowed to Zhao Deming again and thanked him.
"Sister Houtu is too polite." Zhao Deming said modestly. He used his Divine Path Divine Power and quickly found the Purple Cloud Palace hidden in the depths of the Human Realm Upon Heavens.
The Purple Cloud Palace was not as resplendent as the Soaring Heaven King Palace, nor was it as imposing as the Dao Seeking Palace. However, it had an ancient Taoist charm that made people respect it. It was not because they respected Hongjun and the Purple Cloud Palace, but because they respected the Great Path.
A familiar yet unfamiliar aura rushed over. It was the aura of the bloodline of the Demonic God Pangu.
Zhao Deming was silent. He was full of envy. He did not expect Hongjun to be so lucky to get a Pangu Divine Hall!
When Houtu saw the Purple Cloud Palace, her heart trembled and she was filled with respect. She bowed three times, closed her beautiful eyes, and took a deep breath. Her cultivation and divine power increased by half a step.
After entering the Zixiao Palace, there were already a lot of Great Mediums, but not many familiar faces. The Dao Platform was square and three feet tall. There were six futons below the platform. The Three Pure Ones brothers Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian sat on the first three futons, followed by Goddess Nvywa, Hongyun, and Kunpeng. Kunpeng sat at the last seat.
The Three Pure Ones, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian all looked proud and closed their eyes to rest. They were the manifestation of Pangu's Primordial Spirit. They believed that Pangu was the orthodox Demonic God, looking down on all living beings and transcending the world.
Goddess Nvywa had a high cultivation base, but her divine power was relatively weak. She was the most cautious of them all. After seeing Zhao Deming enter the Purple Cloud Palace, she heaved a sigh of relief. Her nervous mood eased and she felt much more relaxed.
Zhao Deming's expression changed when he saw Hongyun. He was filled with disbelief and gloating. He felt like he was about to burst out laughing!
Others might not be able to recognize Hongyun's origin, but Zhao Deming did. Hongyun was not born from the innate cloud qi, but from the natal blood and Qi of the Demonic God Pangu. Hongjun, who was born from the natal Qi of the Demonic God Pangu, was a true brother of the same origin. He was blessed by the heavens and inherited the legacy of Pangu. No wonder Hongjun regarded him as a thorn in his side and plotted against him several times.
Moreover, looking at Hongyun's ignorant look, it was obvious that his Taoist Heart had not been enlightened yet. He did not know his origin and that a disaster was coming. He was still fighting for a seat in Zixiao Palace. Once Hongjun found out about his existence, there would be no way out.
Xihe was once the Devil Empress, and her identity was rather special. She sat silently in a corner, feeling sorry for herself, which made Zhao Deming's heart ache.
However, with Goddess Nvywa in front of him, Zhao Deming didn't want to get too close to Xihe, lest the two girls get jealous. If they did it in the Zixiao Palace, it would be fun.
Not long after, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and the others arrived one after another. There were less than 30 Great Mediums who could come to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, which was a pitiful number. The catastrophe of the Gods and Demons had greatly damaged the vitality of the gods in Untainted Land, and the possibility of them recovering their former glory was almost zero.
Fellow Daoist, do you know them?" Houtu sensed that something was wrong with Zhao Deming, so she quickly asked.
"Yes." Zhao Deming nodded in affirmation. He grabbed Houtu's soft and smooth hand and walked to another corner.
Although Xihe and Goddess Nvywa did not look at Zhao Deming, they were secretly paying close attention to his movements. They saw him holding Houtu's hand and walking to a secluded corner. She clenched her fists tightly and wanted to give Zhao Deming a few punches to teach him a lesson.
There was a loud bang.
A pitch-black coffin landed in front of the Purple Cloud Palace. It emitted a terrifying dark and turbid aura that repelled the yang and clear aura outside the Purple Cloud Palace. The water did not mix and was clearly separated.
" Hongjun's preaching is indeed different from the rest. Haha…Hahaha…" Zhao Deming was slightly stunned when he saw a black coffin appear in front of the Purple Cloud Palace. Then, he came back to his senses and burst into laughter.
The coffin represented death and bad luck. Now that he had come to the Zixiao Palace, it meant that Hongjun was not far from death, which was a good sign for Zhao Deming!
Now that the human race had yet to come out, the coffin had no meaning. Zhao Deming laughed innocently, angering all the great divine arts practitioners in the Purple Cloud Palace, including the Three Pure Ones brothers. In the end, only a few people recognized Zhao Deming's identity. They quickly smiled humbly and bowed.
"What are you laughing at?" Tongtian had the worst temper. Seeing Zhao Deming laugh innocently, he was furious and immediately scolded Zhao Deming.
"Hah." Zhao Deming smiled." I'm not laughing at all. I just feel that it's extremely unlucky for a coffin to come when Hongjun preaches!"”
"Why is it unlucky for a coffin to come?" Primordial Origin was filled with doubt.
"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, this coffin foretells death. How auspicious can it be?”Zhao Deming laughed in surprise.
"Damn it." Zhao Deming's words made the Three Pure Ones brothers Laozi, Primordial Origin, and Tongtian all change their expressions. They were furious and cursed. They joined hands and shot a beam of purple-gold divine light at Zhao Deming.
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