Hongjun divided the treasure, and the gods were jealous.
However, apart from a few people, most of the higher-beings were disappointed.
First of all, Laozi of the Supreme Pure Sect obtained the Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Tai Chi Diagram; the Primitive Jade Pure Sect obtained the Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Pangu Banner; the Supreme Pure Sect obtained the God-killing Sword Formation, which could only be broken by the Four Sages; Goddess Nvywa obtained the top-notch Primordial Spiritual Treasures, the Red Silk Ball and the Map of Mountains and Rivers; and the Western duo obtained the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, the Divine Pestle of Holding, and the Six-rooted Quiet Bamboo respectively.
The six disciples had all obtained the supreme treasures, which made the mighty people of the Untainted Land feel even more regretful. Why didn't they have the heart to fight for the six Cattail of the Great Path?
As if he had guessed everyone's mood, Hongjun said. There was a Sub-Treasure Cliff behind the Purple Cloud Palace. There were thousands of Primordial Spiritual Treasures on it, and everyone could go and get them themselves.
Hearing this, everyone rushed out of the Purple Myrtle Palace and headed towards the Cliff of Treasures.
Along the way, it could be said that the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each displaying their magical powers. For the sake of the Spiritual Treasure, everyone used their trump cards.
However, the Voodoo Race did not do anything. Nearly a thousand Senior Voodoo Race members sat cross-legged quietly. After all, the Spiritual Treasures were useless to the Voodoo Race.
At this moment, when everyone had left and only the Sorcerer Tribe was left in the hall, Hongjun waved his hand and two beams of light entered Houtu's body.
The next moment, Hongjun's voice sounded in Houtu's heart.'I'll give these two supreme treasures to Fellow Daoist Pan Yi!'
Hearing Hongjun's voice transmission, Houtu turned pale with fright. She didn't care what kind of spiritual treasure Hongjun gave her anymore. She didn't understand how Hongjun knew about Pan Yi's existence.
Houtu's expression changed drastically, attracting the attention of the other Ancestors of Sorcery. Before they could ask questions, Hongjun's voice sounded in Houtu's heart again.
Then, Houtu's expression returned to normal and stopped the other Ancestors of Sorcery from asking questions with her eyes.
Seeing this, Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery could only hold back the questions that had already reached their mouths and quietly wait for everyone's return.
Not long after, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery finally saw someone return.
Looking closely, there were only the Three Pure Ones, Fuxi, and Nuwa. The rest of the people were filled with joy after obtaining the Spiritual Treasure and forgot that Hongjun's preaching lasted for a thousand years, but there were still a hundred years left until this time, such as Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and the Western duo.
Some had obtained a great opportunity and were afraid that others would snatch it away, so they left quickly to prepare. This kind of representative was Zhenyuanzi Hongyun.
For this reason, these people lost their best opportunities for various reasons. This was because in the last 100 years, Hongjun had mastered the path to becoming a Saint.
Of course, the Voodoo Race didn't stay in the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the teachings. It was just that the Purple Cloud Palace was the best place for cultivation. After Pan Yi reminded them, they naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
After the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi returned, Hongjun continued to preach after the five of them sat down.
Twenty years later, the Western duo rushed back. Their eyes were filled with regret. They did not dare to delay any longer. After hurriedly sitting down, they focused on listening to the voice of the Heavenly Dao.
Another 80 years passed, and Hongjun's Three Lectures finally ended. Only then did everyone open their eyes reluctantly.
"Now that the three lectures have ended, you can leave on your own!”
Hongjun opened his eyes slightly and said very indifferently.
When everyone heard this, they all bowed and said goodbye. The moment everyone left and the door of the Purple Cloud Palace closed, Hongjun's voice resounded between heaven and earth.
"Heavenly Dao, fuse!"
"Teacher!"
Hearing that, the Three Pure Ones and the others all revealed sadness in their eyes. This was because they did not know if Hongjun would still be Hongjun and their teacher after he fused with the Dao.
In the Purple Cloud Palace, after Hongjun had completed the Dao Integration, he muttered softly,""Fellow Daoist, I've already settled your matter. I'll fight against the Heavenly Dao for the sake of strength.”
After saying that, the last trace of emotion in Hongjun's eyes quietly faded. When he opened his eyes again, there was no fluctuation in his eyes.
"You've finally reached the Daomerge? Looks like I have to speed up!"
Hearing the voice of Hongjun's Dao Integration, Pan Yi's eyes lit up in Pangu's heart. Then, he continued to calm down and refine the Primordial Purple Qi.
At this moment, if someone could observe Pan Yi's body, they would be surprised to find that the Primal Purple Qi had been refined by Pan Yi by 99%. There was only one last bit left before the Primal Purple Qi would completely fuse with Pan Yi and become inseparable.
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